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The Halls of the Imperial Palace were large and certainly could not be described as empty. Upon the walls were collections of art from all stages of humanity’s development from a nascent cave dwelling race to one which dominated the galaxy. It was a magnificent showing of what mankind had become.

Upon the floors were numerous people of both the Astartes and of standard man. Even a few adepts of the Mechanicum were present within the halls as they too now had a voice within the coming proceedings.

The cliches that were forming about the place were numerous, but there was a clear distinction between each of the groups that were present. At one side of the room was the Astartes, many of them cousins who had fought with one another in the deepest darkest reaches of either Terra or the Galaxy at each other’s side. Each of them holding an experience and a temperment equal to one another which allowed them to speak with the other in ease.

Across from them were the humans, Generals who fought alongside the Emperor during the unification of Terra and who were also in command of the Mortal Auxiliary who fought where the Astartes were not needed. Ever since the times of the Terran Unification however these men found themselves less and less needed for the Astartes were starting to outnumber them.

There was a last group, a small one, of which Transhuman, Mortal, and Machine all came together in their own discussions. They were of the Federation, many of them Auxiliary who had finally been given the chance to meet up with the colleagues from the heart of their Empire within an Empire. In a place like this, with so few of them here, the barriers that kept them from talking to one another were broken down due to the need of socializing.

Occasionally there would be either the Astartes from one side of the room or a general from the other who came to meet with this group. The Astartes found themselves with the Proelitor, whose experience was closest to what they had. The humans found either the less augmented Priests or the Knights to be their conversationalists.

In the end this union of forces was unique and forced upon the Federation at times like this. When the conversations and deals were finished they would all report their findings to their Primarch just like all of these people would. At least with TalOS, those who were not of his bloodline could expect him to actually listen to their calls, deals, and pleas.

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Beyond where the Warriors, Generals, and Priests all discussed the manners of war was the place where demi-gods and their Father rested themselves. The room was a massive circle with a series of indentation within the wall for where the statues of future conquests were to be rested. Already one of them, of Horus’s hand slicing into an Ork, was prominently placed within its hold for all within the room to see.

If TalOS understood the history correctly it was the moment where the Emperor’s life was in danger. At that moment it was Horus who had saved their Father’s life. Thus it was understandable for such a moment to be commemorated by the building of such a powerful statue.

As the room was a circle, so was the table. TalOS had read tales placing forward the ideal of ‘The Round Table’ and how it was a signifier of equality among those that were present. If that was the truth TalOS wondered just how much of it was really true.

About the room eleven seats were empty, one for each of the Primarchs who had yet to be rediscovered. TalOS noted that the 20th, who he knew as Alpharius, was not present. Thus his existence was still a secret amongst all their brothers. Against these eleven seats were ten seats that were all filled with his brothers. Each of them were in order of their discovery running clockwise against the seat that was the Emperor’s which sat at what could closely be called the head of the table.

TalOS was first, being that he was the 2nd Primarch by his birthright. None of this other brothers were all close to the Emperor as TalOS was for the seats of the twentieth and nineteenth were still empty. The Primarch would not have thought much of it unless his neighbor, Fulgrim, was not looking upon him with a scornful eye that would have hurt him if the man had had psychic potential.

Next, several seats down, was Leman Russ who was happily chewing out the ear of Rogal Dorn who was next to him. Compared to the tense silence which was between TalOS and Fulgrim these two seemed to have a much better relationship. It mostly took the place of Rogal putting him three to five sentence statements to whatever tales Leman was wanting to talk about in that moment.

Two chairs from the Imperial Fist was Ferrus Manus, who was one of the many who sat along with little company on either of his sides. He did not mind it as he looked upon the throne of the Emperor waiting for their Father’s arrival.

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Two chairs from Ferrus Manus was Roboute Guilliman, who was having a light chat with Magnus the Red and Horus Lupercal. TalOS could notice the unease that was upon the brow of Guilliman where Roboute’s partners in conversation did not. Such reason was obvious as while he wanted to discuss things more intimately, distance denied him that luxury.

In the end the real conversation was between Horus Lupercal and Magnus the Red. Horus was ultimately a very talkative person from TalOS’s understanding and Magnus was someone who would like to give his piece of insight. Their conversation was animated enough that Vulkan, who was the second closest to Horus, was simply sitting there with a smile upon his face waiting for their Father to arrive.

TalOS’s eye glanced towards Fulgrim, who was sneaking a glare at him back. While it was at most a spar TalOS noticed that it was the only spar between Primarchs. Such reasoning was obvious, that the political ramifications of losing to TalOS had crushed the spirit of Fulgrim. Only those who did not care would do what they did there, which meant it was going to be someone else and Leman Russ.

The reason so many of them were here was obvious. The Emperor, a few years after TalOS agreed to it, had decided it was time to call the War Council together. Such an event was so great that even the most dogged war-makers like Ferrus Manus decided that they could leave their front for the first ever assembly of this council.

TalOS remembered the agenda of the event and the questions that will be asked. Here they will figure out what to do with the Legions who have yet to have their Primarchs, as well as the logistical needs of every Legion. It cannot be spoken enough how they also needed to decide who was to take which region of space, with efforts to go forward towards it.

Such were important decisions that only the Emperor made before this moment. Now the Leader of Mankind would listen to his sons for advice on how to move forward towards the future conquest of the Galaxy.

>Wait for the Emperor to arrive
>Send some messages to those outside
>Try to talk to Fulgrim.

>>5542080
>Send some messages to those outside

>>5542080
>Wait for the Emperor to arrive

>>5542080
> Try to talk to Fulgrim

>>5542080
>Wait for the Emperor to arrive

>>5542080
>Send some messages to those outside
We need to keep our contacts informed.

>>5542080
>Send some messages to those outside

>>5542080
>Try to talk to Fulgrim.
let no one say we didn't try.

>>5542080
>Try to talk to Fulgrim.
Let it not be said that Talos is not congenial, it'd be kinda funny if Fulgrim insults Talos and he just shrugs it off because he knows Fulgrim is a bitch

>>5542080
>Send some messages to those outside
Bit too late to garner that friendly TalOS when we radiate with wrongness. Better still the stoic.

>>5542080
>Send some messages to those outside
We tried already with fulgrim, we have more important duties

>>5542080
>Try to talk to Fulgrim.

>>5542080
>>Try to talk to Fulgrim.
Let us be the better man and try to bury the hatchet. If he doesn't reciprocate, then fuck him

>>5542080
>Try to talk to Fulgrim

>>5542080
>>Send some messages to those outside

>>5542080
>Try to talk to Fulgrim
I want gorillaman to like us
Lets try diplomacy publically

>>5542080

>Try to talk to Fulgrim.
Maybe now that the doll has a cool head, our conversation can be more productive.

>>5542080
>Try to talk to Fulgrim

We no longer look like a terminator thanks to the Nanomachines.

Let's try this again.

>Try to talk to Fulgrim

>>5542080
>Try to talk to Fulgrim
>"How are your sons?"

Let him take it as a veiled jab.

>>5542080
>Send some messages to those outside

>>5542080
>Send some messages to those outside

Send messages outside
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>>5542975

Wait for Emps
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>>5542131

Talk to Fulgrim
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>>5542522

Cool, we are live! Time to have a fun discussion with the Phoenician.

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TalOS could feel the glances that were being stolen towards him by Fulgrim. Before the Primarch was oblivious to these senses thanks to his use of the Blackstone. Now he could taste upon his tongue the negative emotions that were crawling off his brother. These emotions of envy and scorn if taken from a human were enough to give TalOS a wet palet, but his brother was like a fountain of water that seemed to have no end.

An ended needed to be sighted if the fidelity of this Council was to carry any motions. At the very least TalOS would be able to save some face if he were the one to try and bridge the gap. Fulgrim might realize this attempt but TalOS did not care. He himself wanted more friendly terms.

TalOS considered his topic carefully. Something that would surely spur some emotion other than the deep disdain he held towards him. After another moment’s thought the topic was chosen.

“Fulgrim, I have heard that your Legion was recovering from the Blight which ravaged your Geneseed.” TalOS began as he gave a curated smile upon his mostly human face, “How far have they recovered?”

The change within Fulgrim was sudden as his stoic frown became that of a serpent’s smile. TalOS could still taste it, that anger which was the foundation of Fulgrim’s thoughts of TalOS. This foundation was what TalOS wanted to chip at and as he estimated Fulgrim’s immediate thoughts did not change. Still, there was other emotions now which were displayed proudly upon his face.

“The Genesmiths of Mars were able to make use of my flesh. The Legion will continue to recover at an acceptable rate, a few thousand every year.” Fulgrim pointed out as he looked out towards the greater table towards Horus, “We will continue to work with our brother Horus until we have reached thirty thousand Astartes. It will take five more years of work but it comes soon.”

“That is great to hear. Even with the genes of the Father I found only the Master Genetors were able to truly make something akin to the Astartes’ Geneseed. Our Father must have given them some assistance to make sure they were successful.” TalOS told his brother with an attempt at comradery.

To that TalOS heard a small laugh come from Fulgrim, “Genescience is not that complex brother. It was not our Father who guided the hands of those who worked with me but myself.”

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“You’ve learned from Genescience then, that is interesting.” TalOS said as he felt a little uncomfortable hearing his personal discipline being named.

“It was a flight of fancy, one that I saw needed to be done so that my Legion would rise from its ashes.” Declared Fulgrim as he seemed to almost languish his deed, “A firm hand was needed in both the study and the collection of persons. Each of my sons from the first batch were handpicked by me with all of them being compatible with my Geneseed.”

“Really?” TalOS felt a small bit of confusion but also a relative understanding of those words. He too selected his sons. But if what Fulgrim was saying was true then he had a greater success rate. In an instant TalOS had to know, “How did you accomplish such a feat?”

The smile and feelings that TalOS got from Fulgrim was like someone who had their enemy fall for a trap. TalOS did not care if he fell for some sort of trap or not though. He was both confused and curious just how his brother was able to achieve a feat that TalOS can only get down with roughly ten of his batches.

“Ha, it was quite simple, my brother.” The Phonecian declared with a crystal clear laugh, “Only the greatest and brightest are to become members of my Legion. Those that are below my standards will not be allowed to be implanted by my Geneseed. Even if they are young boys each of them must be capable of art and have a cursory understanding of war. If that cannot be achieved then why bother?”

“Such a level of selection does not correlate with Geneseed Compatibility.” TalOS pointed out with a hint of skepticism, “While the aptitude of a person does correlate with their acceptance of the implant it is not guaranteed. There are a great many factions that are placed into it.”

TalOS could see the smile upon Fulgrim’s face begin to wane and the anger within him start to bubble up for a moment. The good will that TalOS was trying to build was waning and it was obvious that TalOS thought too much about the situation.

Was that an issue? Yes TalOS was trying to fix the path that was between his brother and him. Didn’t that include trading of theories in order to better gain an understanding of the treatment his brother used.

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Whatever TalOS thought of it Fulgrim seemed to think the opposite, “Are you questioning my intelligence?”

That was an easy accusation to set aside with a genuine answer, “No Fulgrim. I simply wished to have the knowledge that you possess. To have knowledge is to approach divinity, and if we both can gain that divinity together then that would be my objective.”

That got a small chuckle out of Fulgrim. It was a condescending one which seemed directly at insulting TalOS’s ethics upon the situation. As he felt the malice being eaten by his soul TalOS knew that it was in fact a sort of slander. The slander did taste good, which was beside the point.

“If wish to know so much it is simply that I did my research.” Fulgrim announced as he gave a devilish smile, “It did not take me long to read all the textbooks that you read. The concepts, the genome, while not the most entertaining facts helped me to sharpen my senses.”

Fulgrim reached down and picked up a fork which he pointed in a random direction, “Brother, you simply stay within the laboratory too much to feel it. When I laid eyes on those who would become my sons I knew for a fact that they were compatible. With my research we were able to root out any weaklings as the Priest thought my intuition was wrong like yourself. But I was right, and now my numbers swell.”

Time slowed within the mind of TalOS as he fed that information into his Machine Spirits. A Lyngo-decoder quickly tore the machine apart as TalOS studied what was within the words himself. It seemed that both TalOS and the Machine Spirits were coming to similar conclusions. TalOS quickly took a survey of the local datastacks to confirm it.

There were two factors that possibly gave Fulgrim the advantage. The first was the Warp, which was a fickle thing that gave beings like the Primarchs insights that no normal Mortal would have. Such a thing was obviously said. The second was that the batch was small relative to what someone like TalOS or Dorn went through.

TalOS knew that many of his brothers engineered their trials to be deadly, but TalOS saw a ninety six point three percent failure rate among Dorn’s alone. Fulgrim might have simply played his game conservatively just to give a taunt like this at this moment.

>Applaud him for the foresight
>Accuse him of playing conservative
>Stay out of this game.

>>5543250
>Stay out of this game.
I don't care about it to be honest

>>5543250
>Stay out of this game.

>Applaud him for the foresight
>Admit that his "method" is something we could not copy even if we tried. Especially as we are now. May he keep his line pure and his sons strong.
> Draw a parallel between this method and out own Astarte's and Ancillians who pursue art and war separately. The heights of human art and science are often born by necessity and what greater necessity is there than one of winning a war for a grand cause.
>> Congratulate him on his foresight for this will give his sons purpose after the wars have been fought.


We do mean this. And if this keeps him sticking to the human form instead of becoming SnekySnekboi then I'm all for it.

>>5543250
>Stay out of this game.

>>5543269
lmao, Nah fuck him. His a always gonna fall to Snake thirst. Dude's a bitch.

>>5543269
>support

>>5543250
>>Stay out of this game.

>>5543269
> support
One more shot at brotherhood.

>>5543250
>Stay out of this game.

>>5543269
Support

>>5543269
Support.

>>5543250
>Stay out of this game.
Anons out here acting like they could prevent the Heresy by being nice.

>>5543510
I don't want to prevent it, I want to accelerate it.

>>5543269
> support

>>5543269
it won't keep him from slannesh.

All the same, I am in favour of praising him for giving his astartes a purpose post the wars. Something he doesn't think will ever end.
>Support.

>>5543250
>>Stay out of this game.
"Yeah fulgrim you awesome. Anyway..."

>>5543269
Support.

He's going to hate us anyway. But it won't be our fault for not trying. Primarchs are notoriously stubborn.

Fulgrim likes his ego affirmed. It costs us nothing especially if we aren't technically lying.

Stay out of his game
>>5543253
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>>5543314

Flatter him
>>5543269
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>>5543574

These do not count
>>5543502
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>>5543553
>>5544121

A reminder to you all to read the damn rules. This is an instance where if at least three of you read the rules then this would have changed. Here we are.

>>5543553
You counted this anon as both flatter him and do not count
>>5543553

>>5544233
Oops, collateral. He counts so hes in the right place.

>>5543250
>supporting >>5543269

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TalOS focused upon his brother for a second, then another second as that piece of time was lost to him. Even as the world outside moved at a crawl TalOS could not help but ask for more of it. Why wouldn’t he? He was given something that was so… bland.

“Thats… good of you Fulgrim.” TalOS gave a half hearted reply with a small bit of dread laced within his voice, “If you have made any discoveries about the Astartes Genome, please send them to me.”

TalOS was not wanting to antagonize him. Fulgrim clearly wanted either to be praised for his accomplishment or for TalOS to become angry at the perversion of his personal art. With another second’s consideration TalOS considered the idea that Fulgrim was not actually trying to get him angry, but to draw some sort of reaction to what would be a cornerstone of any Genetor’s career.

“But I have.” Fulgrim said with a lightened smile, “Even you have not accomplished such a feat.”

TalOS felt himself grow sick upon those words, “So what.”

“What? I have told you what I have learned and you would disregard me!?” Growled the Phonecian as his anger began to swell like a ripening fruit.

“Having an intuitive sense is good, but it does not give anything more.” TalOS pointed out as he felt annoyance that seemed to fly away like the wind, “It is an achievement, that is all.”

Fulgrim’s hair seemed to almost spike with anticipation similar to a feline. His eyes narrowing as if there was prey before him. If the man was a serpent then TalOS would have seen fangs showing from his brother’s mouth.

TalOS slowly began to realize that of all the reactions, denying his brother an overt reaction of either anger or joy was the worst idea of them all. Perfection was always something overt let it be the horror it brings of the pleasure it has within the eye of a beholder. Both of these were visceral acts that fed the soul.

Fulgrim however was denied his satisfaction.

“YOU DAMNED BASTARD!” Yelled Fulgrim as he leaped out of his chair, sending what was a perfect piece of Artisan work across the room with the full force of his body, “I am a Primarch, your Brother, yet you look upon me like I am some sort of annoying orphan! Of all the insults that I could be given, that is the greatest insult that I have ever been forced to experience!”

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Upon his declaration the rest of the table went silent so that they would bear witness to the happenings. This silence did not mean there was inaction as Horus, Dorn, and Leman all rose upon the outcry of hatred.

Of those present it was Leman Russ who was the closest to the group. In a blur the wolf-man went from his seat to the rear of Fulgrim with a bark of fury, “Put a hand on the Dragon, and you will get the Wolf.”

“Get away from me you mutt! You stink and your bark will not scare me!” Fulgrim fired back as he glared at Leman Russ.

“You forget this Wolf also-!” Leman Russ was already pulling back his fist as a shout came from behind him.

“In the name of our Father do not bare your Fists against each other!” Declared Dorn as he had his hand upon what TalOS identified to be a ceremonial sword. In an instant the Priest knew that it was for a modified mortal sword for a Primarch. Dorn could wield it, but would such a weapon work against Demi-Gods?

“I agree with Rogal, please stop all of you!” Finally Horus arrived and quickly grabbed Fulgrim to bring him out of the accidental pincer the Third Primarch had found himself in.

The Phonecian knew he was in a precarious position, but the fellow did not move a muscle and instead bore his attention upon his fellow, “Unhand me Horus! I will teach this Dog and Dragon that a Phoenix is much stronger than their foolish barks and claws.”

“Ha, you think you are stronger than me? Bring it on!” Growled Leman as the hand of Dorn settled on his brother’s shoulder. TalOS caught the grin the wolfman showed their Dauntless brother.

It seemed that Russ was in it for more than to protect TalOS’s honor. He was looking to get a fight in because he was forced to sit around for too long. But then again he was coming on TalOS’s side, which was something the Fabricator General was sure to be thankful for in the future.

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Fulgrim tried to answer but Horus was the first to the punch, “There is no need to fight in the War Room Brothers. The War is outside of these walls, not within this palace. Imagine what your Legions would think if they saw this.”

“They would be cheering me on!” Laughed Leman as he saw a good game when there was one.

Against the laugh of his brother Fulgrim had a good amount of mirth within his voice, “Do not play such words against me Horus. I know I will win against Leman.”

“You hear that Horus, that is a boast! I cannot be King of Fenris if I do not answer this boast.” Leman Russ answered back.

“Brothers, brothers.” As if the conversation was not crowded enough Vulkan, who was one of the few who decided not to run to the situation finally came around, “No one doubts each of your fighting prowess! Both of you are wonderful duelists I am sure. But any minute now our Father will arrive, I do not wish to sadden him with the sight of his sons bickering.”

“Leman, I admire your strength but we are not here to prove anything. Leave that for the battlefield.” Rogal Dorn said as he patted his brother on the shoulder.

“There is no need to fight this fight Fulgrim. You are the best swordsman I know but no need to prove that today.” Horus whispered to Fulgrim in a tone that only TalOS caught thanks to his augmentations.

“I cannot take this insult lying down! Let it be from TalOS or Leman I do not care!” Fulgrim announced as he gave hard worn gazes in each of their directions.

Of all the things to happen, TalOS felt temperament anger with this. Still employing a time sense matrix and his Machine Spirits, TalOS counted all the positions of his brothers. Three were trying to dissolve the situation being Rogal, Horus, and Vulkan. Vulkan might be the only one who was unbiased, as Rogal was trying to make Leman realize it was not a time to have fun while Horus was trying to calm Fulgrim with sweet words.

Of those not active Gulliman was holding his nose, while Magnus looked on with a hint of amusement. Ferrus just looked annoyed at the entire thing.

If things were this bad then what would happen when all twenty brothers met? TalOS was sure the planet would face exterminatus because of it. What was his station though?

>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General
>Make a point that Fulgrim started this shit
>Try and help simmer things down
>Just let what happens happen.

>>5544270
>Try and help simmer things down

>>5544270
>Just let what happens happen.

>>5544270
>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General

ALRITE NIGGAH SQUAD UP.

>>5544270
>just let what happens happen
A duel would be fun but Dads gonna appear any minute.

>>5544270
>Just let what happens happen.
By the mechanicus what bitch Fulgrim is.
Can Talos play minesweeper in his mind to pass the time?

>>5544270

>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General.

The problem is the following:

No matter how much time passes this cursed doll will continue to cause us problems, for the simple fact that we don't see the need to praise every move he is capable of making. If we run away it just means he's going to take it as a victory, meaning he's going to get more and more unbearable.

So there's only one way to end it. As if it weren't enough for him to pull a gun in the presence of our sweet mother, and to try to attack our creed in our house. This envious, selfish, spoiled fuck still has the audacity to attack us in the middle of the Imperial Palace? Alright last time we beat him, this time we're going to put this china doll to attend the meeting in a bed, because of the amount of bones we're going to break. Today this son of a bitch will learn to respect us, One punch at a time.

>>5544270
>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General

Personally, I think Talos doesn't really care much for Fulgrim but he gotta rep both the Federation of Lucius and the AdMech and Fulgrim has been taking a lot of shots against the priesthood as well.

Also, bro points with Leman is always great.

>>5544270
>Try and help simmer things down
>Propose that we spend the remaining time we have left playing some wargames. Afterall, if our adepts can use it and get joy from it, then maybe it will help us grow closer and learn from each other?


By the Machine God, but i fiercely want to beat the shit out of Fulgrim in Planetary Annihilation. That'll show him that he doesn't know shit when it comes to actually waging and practicing warfare, with his experience and expertise in figthing battles meaning squat if he can't see the bigger picture.

Just like how being able to personally finding Astartes trainees is all fine and dandy, until you up and die and now have an entire system of recruitment that doesn't work 'cause you're not there.

He was trying to gain our approval.
Let's duel him and challenge his skill as he challenged ours.

There on his chosen field of art can we truly express our admiration for his skill.

>>5544270
>Try and help simmer things down
I can’t believe we just made bitchboy into our rival, like come on at least be someone who is actually cool

>>5544434
I disagree, he is not our rival, he's too insignificant for that
>Try and help simmer things down
Now is really not the time for a duel.

Oops forgot to link to the vote
>>5544270
>Try and help simmer things down

>>5544270
>Try and help simmer things down
This is what happens when you try to patch things up with THE narcissist.

>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General

>>5544270
>Try and help simmer things down
Lets have a tournament after the meeting
A set of duels

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>>5544456
...oh god this must be what Dorn feels like everytime he meets with Perturabo.

>>5544270
I'm sorry, where did he insult anyone other than us? I see no glory in rising to an insult by a drama queen. Best he be dismissed from our attentions.

>Just let what happens happens.
>Nod to Russ in thanks.

>>5544270
>Just let what happens happen.

>>5544270
>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General

>>5544270
>Just let what happens happen.

>>5544268
>If the man was a serpent
well

>>5544270
>>Just let what happens happen.
You see, fulgrim's anger is diluted now, spread thin against pretty much everyone in the room. If we speak (simmer things down) Fulgrim will get a grip of that anger and lash out to us again, forcing a reaction out of Leman and possibly us, which would get things even more heated.

I trust Horus is amazing enough to keep things together and quench the anger that is going on, he was the battlemaster after all and has fought side to side with big E, saving his life (yeah right) even. If we stay put, there are more brothers wanting to stop this conflict than the ones wanting to make things worse.

Also guilliman what the fuck BRO??? Those titans meant shit for you ah? You didn't even felt like standing up for this, wha the fuck man I won't forget this.

>>5544270
>Just let what happens happens.

>>5544694
You convinced me
>>5544458
>Just let what happens happens.

>>5544271
I'm changing to
>Just let what happens happen.

>>5544270
>Try and help simmer things down

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>Of those not active Gulliman was holding his nose
Damn, Roboute is normally the first to be the diplomat in these situations.

I wonder if he's not necessarily going to be the goody two shoes ambassador this time around, but a bit more strategic. A bit like us and Alpharius.

>>5544270
>Just let what happens happen.
Analyze and observe. This will give us data on ALL our brothers, which could be very important

>Try and help simmer things down

Should have voted flatter instead of getting all specific about this.

>>5544906
Lets be honest, he saw it was handled and reasoned another person would make it worse. Though mostly its that second hand embarrassment.

Just let it happen
>>5544271
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>>5544907

D-D-d-Duel
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>>5544516

lol
>>5544352

Actively try to simmer
>>5544434
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>>5544812
>>5545157

Alright, I will let you all know I will likely not be posting tomorrow. Nothing I can do, I simply will not have the time to post.

>>5545241
He's trying to preoccupy himself with thoughts on his blossoming empire and logistics.

>I wish I was at home planning supply lines
>These guys are too wild
>I could be at home expanding the Realm of Ultramar

>>5545253
Exactly.

lmao guilliman is thinking on pie charts and stuff? I bet he was pretending each chair (and brothers) around the table have set values and percentages and he moves them around based on arbitrary values and he then changes the parameters like raw power, likeability, strenght, territory...

>>5545352
Honestly I think there's a huge amount of potential for TalOS and Guilliman to just be logsitic/math nerdbros while all of this fighting and drama goes on.

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TalOS watched closely as muscles tensed and eyes moved from one side to another. Even with the world outside slowed, TalOS could see each of his brothers in something much more relative to real time. They were demi-gods, why would something as simple as time relativity afflict them so easily?

There were a lot of things he could do at this moment but the Primarch pondered on the facts of the situation. Such thoughts were joined with the warning signs upon the Machines Spirits that were maintaining his state of advanced consciousness. Was it really smart to keep slowing his mind like this?

No, it was not. Standard doctrine says that it should only be maintained for twelve seconds at most and he was keeping it live for forty five. Yes his unit was much improved on others but it was still a machine that needed to be cared for. The reason he allowed it to go on for so long was the logic that this was a dangerous moment with his life on the line.

Was it on the line, not now.

So with that TalOS decided to understand the situation. Relaxing the Machine Spirit he allowed the world before his eyes to move at its standard rate.

“Fulgrim.” The voice of Horus was subtle with a powerful infliction in an attempt to make it heeded, “You do not need to take this fight. It is I who was honored fighting alongside you these last few years and it is you who I will continue to have at my side. Let this be.”

Fulgrim looked at Horus with anger, but for every second he faced his brother TalOS sensed the will to fight and brawl started to ebb away. He looked upon Leman with a scornful glare while seemingly measuring if he should heed his brother’s words.

Leman looked like he was about to go for a taunt, but the hand upon his shoulder from Dorn began to tighten with a helpful dose of annoyance. He gave a laugh to say, “Another time then, Fulgrim. You can find me at any time.”

“I will keep that in mind, brother.” Fulgrim said as he turned away from the Wolf and towards TalOS himself. He did not say a thing and instead gave a small huff of annoyance while taking his seat. Whatever good mood he had before was gone, replaced with an annoyed melancholy.

“Good everyone, good!” Cheered Vulkan as he looked towards one of the few doors in the room, “And just in time for Father to come in too.”

As Vulkan announced that the air became saturated with the sweet tange of raw psychic power.

The Emperor arrived.

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The one to open the door was a Custodian, of who TalOS quickly identified to be Trajen Valorus. As the Emperor and his massive form walked through the doors Malcador the Sigillite was walking behind him with his head lowered in reverence and respect.

As a Fabricator General TalOS felt such a thing was not normal when considering someone as your right hand. It must have been something else, maybe an act or play that Malcador was purposefully keeping himself small when in reference to the Emperor’s magnificence. He did not really need to do that as the Emperor’s psychic radiance was enough to overpower anyone’s senses.

Even TalOS was not immune as a Blank. It was simply that he felt it differently than everyone else. Instead of the feelings of joy and elation which were written across even Fulgrim’s face, TalOS felt the satisfaction of his soul’s essence being replenished.

The Emperor walked until he was standing next to his chair. Heavenly eyes scanning the room as he finished gathering the understanding of the situation. TalOS was sure there was more here than just a simple survey, the Emperor was likely reading everyone’s minds with the ease in which he drew breath.

Such mastery of his power only showed that the Emperor was dangerous, but also chosen by the Machine God to carry out its will. Let it if he likes it or not.

“Seat yourselves.” The Emperor declared with a soft tone that roused everyone’s spirit, “We will begin once everyone is ready.”

And like that a spell was casted. Each of TalOS’s brothers, of who were either angry, contemplative, or readying for a brawl did as they were told. TalOS’s eyes wandered and saw the feral grin upon Leman Russ’s face while Dorn and Guilliman were locked in stone. Horus held a cheery smile, which was joined by Magnus, Vulkan, and Fulgrim. The only two not to smile was Ferrus, and TalOS himself.

That might have been a minor mistake there. He was thinking too hard that he forgot to move his facial muscles. Too late now he would assume. He did not need to have anyone really paying attention to him anyways since the Emperor took his position just one seat over from TalOS.

The Emperor descended upon what was a marble gold throne with Malcador and Valdor flanking him at either side. TalOS risk the moment to glance at his uncle, who was also looking at TalOS with a slim grin. Knowing that none but his most observant brothers, TalOS and Malcador nodded to one another in respect.

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“My Sons.” The Emperor declared as his gaze crossed through the room with joy within his eyes, “Nearly forty years from this day I lost you all. Today nine of you are before me, which has proven that all of my actions up until now have not been in vain.”

“Father, nothing you do is without reason!” Fulgrim cried out with passion, “You are perfect, so everything you do is perfect.”

“Thank you Fulgrim.” The Emperor said as he gave a slim smile towards his son. TalOS could hardly believe it as he saw what might have been a subtle blush upon the face of his brother.

The soft warmness that the Emperor gave hardened as he extended his hands. TalOS could hear the movement of the Machine Spirits around him activating. A second later a diagram of the entire galaxy was placed out before everyone to see.

TalOS had seen similar maps within the archives of the Mechanicum. What was missing from those maps was the heat pressures that were placed around the galaxy as figures for the Warplanes that were being used.

Thus this map was from the Nobis Navigators. They would have been the ones to collect such information so readily and bring it to the fore like today.

The Emperor moved his hand and the map before him began to spin around. Pieces of it being shown and shrunk as he did so with the ease found in most Mechanicum Adepts. Soon a heat map was shown with a great amount of the galaxy shown.

“These are the regions we have since been reunited with the rest of mankind. Nine Tenths of the galaxy are still out there for the Imperium to march towards and bring back to compliance.” The Emperor said as he reached out with a hand and gripped the air, “That is what we are here today to plan and accomplish. Today we will make one of the greatest leaps for mankind ever to have been taken.”

With those words the Emperor’s hand shifted, the holovid changing at his whim.

>The logistics of the war
>Fronts, what are the fronts of this war
>What are our gains?

>>5545389
Imagine them doing the equivalent of playing moblie games in the middle of the family dinner.
Magnus and Pert interfacing in their own ways while the rest of the Primarchs are taking the meeting ultra serious like.

Preening like peacocks and posturing like jocks.

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war

>What are our gains?

What do we have? What can we leverage towards the goal. What tools might we bring with us towards the repair of the galaxy.

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war
Professionals do logistics and Talos is one

>>5545416
>>The logistics of the war

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war
>"What do we have? What do we need? What do we want?"

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war
We are still missing a lot of brothers so our top priority should be to find, supply and get them active in the crusade as well
Supply lines and the vulnerability due to warp travel should be considered as well

>>5545416
>Fronts, what are the fronts of this war
We should just figure out where we may want to send our sons primarily, as well as where ever opportunity lies for us in expansion.

There's still a ton of cool things to get.

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war
Emperor: "check out these GAINS"
Tempting option

>>5545416
>The logistics of war

An army marches on it's stomach. Time to become the quartermaster.

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war.

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war

>>5545408
>Was it really smart to keep slowing his mind like this?
I would say his mind was pushed superb fast instead

>>5545416
I would rather not bring up logistics because then some brothers EHEM would wonder why is the Lucian Federation so rich and the second legion so well supplied... while being so inactive in conquest. But I also understand the general wish of every anon to be the quartermaster of this whole mess and complement the rest.

BUT GOD DAMN IT I WANT T4L0S TO FIGHT AND WRECK SHIT UP HE IS A PRIMARCH NOT A PAPER PUSHER SANCTUS DOMINUS WHERE ARE YOU, YOUR GOD MACHINE IS CRYING AND DUSTY

>>Fronts, what are the fronts of this war

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war
Clockwork Crusade

>>5545416
>The logistics of the war

Logistics of War
>>5545424
>>5545436
>>5545440
>>5545471
>>5545491
>>5545565
>>5545630
>>5545662
>>5545668
>>5545767
>>5545804
>>5546078
>>5546301

Fronts of War
>>5545585
>>5546055

What are our gains?
>>5545425

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The Holovid quickly turned from a series of hues, each of them a concept within the mind of the Emperor as he placed his thoughts into the machine he was using. Such thoughts began to focus as he tightened his fist, bringing into focus the image before them.

It was a series of arrows and directions that were indicated throughout the galaxy, which in term made it look closer to a wave instead of a series of arrows. Such was the flow of supplies, a demonstration of the highest concentration of supplies to the places where it was to be expanded.

There were two points upon the map that were shown. The first place was of course Terra, with Mars being marked solely as the source of goods. None within the room were surprised at this fact since the Martians have been the core of the Imperial Logistics Doctrine since the earliest days of the Great Crusade.

The second location, which matched up with what TalOS already knew, was Lucius and its federation.

“As we expand out into new fronts we must make sure our supplies are kept full and without impediment. An army without water is likely to crumble against any foe who wishes to do it harm. Thus, before we determine our fronts, we must realize what fronts we can fight upon.” The Emperor said as he looked towards TalOS, “I give you permission to take control of the conversation, as you are the representative of the Mechanicum.”

“I thank you for this honor, Omnissiah.” While TalOS did not believe in the term, this was currently the official Title of the Emperor given by the Mechanicum. As he was currently a functionary of the Mechanicum those titles will be used, “Do I have permission to take control of the Machine Spirit?”

“Permission granted.” Declared the Emperor of Mankind as he settled himself in his seat.

As TalOS snared control of the systems he glanced around the room at his audience. They were looking at him closely in either interest or a subtle amount of anger. Such Anger was from Fulgrim and Horus.

TalOS expected Fulgrim to have issues with him being the first to be elected to talk. Horus however was one that TalOS thought had little issue. Maybe just like Fulgrim, Horus had an Ego. When TalOS’s eyes glanced upon the statue of Horus saving their Father the matter was soon obvious.

Envy was a powerful emotion. Even if one has everything in the world they will always want more from others.

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With the Machine Spirits held within his grasp TalOS flexed his mind to impose a sharper image of the diagram. The one that the Emperor had was generated by Martian Arch Magi, which while respectable did not have all the information that TalOS had held.

The map from before them all now showed a series of Forge Worlds that were united under the dominion of Mars. Each and everyone of them demonstrating some form of productions since they were too Forge Complexes.

“Before you all today is the current Dominion of Mars. Unlike the Imperium, when a Martian world falls into our Dominion they are expected to pay tithes within one solar year.” TalOS declared as he pointed at numerous positions, “I am currently in the process of standardizing our travel based on the Warp Lanes map which the Navigators generated one year ago. In doing so, the efficiency of travel will be increased by forty eight percent.”

With a flicker from his mind TalOS showed the regions war was occuring in, “These are the current fronts to which I optimized our transit towards, however I have the understanding today that these fronts will change. Thus what we need to determine first is how to use the resources we have to realize how many fronts we can have, and where.”

Quickly TalOS’s mind turned the hologram before them into a ratio display, demonstrating the use of resources across the cosmos, “Currently Mars and Lucius are in more comfortable states, allowing us to further increase our production of resources through self-investment. If that were to change I cannot reasonably tell you if the gains will be worth it without investment of capital.”

Upon that beat Guilliman raised his hand to get the attention of his brother. Knowing what his fellow was doing, the Fabricator General gave his brother a nod. With his permission given Guilliman spoke, “Then you are saying that the Mechanicum wants more worlds worth of resources?”

“That is correct. We of the Mechanicum are asking that we receive a series of worlds to match what we know to be a sudden spike in demand. The planet of Mars has already been robbed of its resources, and only Lucius holds the luxury of personal vassals.” TalOS said as he glanced across the room.

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“I see, your request here within the War Council is a reasonable one.” Guilliman announced as he did his own calculations, “I am sure the Priests of the Mechanicum have a reasonable amount of worlds already counted?”

TalOS held a little laugh within his mind upon those specific use of words. Guilliman was not going to let the Mechanicum run away with several hundred worlds under the pretense of production capability. Thus TalOS needed to counter the offer.

“There are a series of worlds with low human populations that were mining worlds in the time of the Federation. We think these worlds should be reactivated for the purposes of the war effort.” TalOS said back as he himself thought it was a reasonable matter.

“Even Chemos became a mecha of enlightenment as my hands touched upon it.” Fulgrim said as he grew a slime smile, “These are worlds that Mankind still inhabit, won’t the Mechanicum turn those worlds into nothing but Servitors and Machine Men? I would think it a waste of human life and a betrayal of our vows to those people if we allowed the Mechanicum to do this.”

Fulgrim, even as he caused so much chaos within the room, still had a mind of reason upon his shoulders. He knew for a fact that many of their brothers were those that followed a code, thus he leveraged it.”

The one to speak next was Vulkan with what was a sense of hesitation, “Our brother is right, we cannot forsake our vows for such a gain.”

Two voiced their opinion and while studying the room TalOS saw the faces of the others. Guilliman looked to be tied between a rock and a hard place while those of Dorn and Leman did not seem to have much care. Horus kept a smile as a mask, for it seemed he was feeling more envy at the moment than to care for the lives of men.

Magnus did not really seem to care, but TalOS knew that his agreement with his brother to share knowledge was going to make him edge in his direction.

As for the Emperor, TalOS sensed that his Father was more curious in what was going to happen instead of the issue itself. He was studying in a way that he might be seeking to root out problem bodies even now.

Thus TalOS needed to consider a counter offer.
>What if we only do Worlds with mutants
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.
>Keep this ground and force them to accept it.

>>5547460
>What if we only do Worlds with mutants
>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.
There you go SoN, Ogryn and mass servitor worlds

>>5547460
>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.
We should probably figure out more terraforming tech
This plan is kind of double edged in terms of morality because a less efficient system is probably going to mean thousands of dead astartes

>>5547460
>What if we only do Worlds with mutants
>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.

>>5547460
>If we do not use these worlds, then the effeciency will drop significantly. We would therefore require a corresponding increase in the number of barren worlds supplied to us to make up for the difference.

It's okay Fulgrim. We can play this game.

>>5547460
>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.
>For those who planets are willing to once more turn themselves into mining worlds, we will give them proper compensation and opportunities for their citizenry to travel to other worlds where they can ply their trade if they do not want to become a part of the mining industry/economy.


Compromise is going to be the name of the game bois!

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>>5547460
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
>+also send unwanted mutants there to be borged anyway because it makes more sense than just killing them. Be sure to remove pain and fear for non-criminals as is mercy

Whatever cost we pay for getting the human populace to move off mining worlds will be easily paid off thrice fold via the full automation of maximized mining worlds.

Far less worry about food supply, pollution and biosphere, crime and police. Just maximized throughput by 24/7 workers and let's the miner magi perfect their specialty.

By mutants I mean like, the kind that societies would have just rounded up and purged anyway. At least we can grant them the Machine Gods peace instead of an ignominious death in a mass incinerator

>>5547465
Honestly I am super stoked.

Though my questioning is where the inefficiency in only using barren worlds vs paying off all the mining worlds lies.

Eventually a maximized mining world would probably become barren anyway no?

Also I think QM is referring to "mutants" than per say Abhumans though I could be wrong

Like the "I have a tentacle for a hand now my entire town wants to kill me" kind of mutant.

>>5547460
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
>I am sure those here who would speak so highly of them would make use of them far more effectively?

>>5547517
>support

>>5547579
Good idea. Ask him to solve the problem or else face scarcity as the machine he serves cannot give him what he demands.

He shall either refute himself or he shall give us what we want.

>>5547460
>>If we do not use these worlds, then the effeciency will drop significantly. We would therefore require a corresponding increase in the number of barren worlds supplied to us to make up for the difference.
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off

>>5547543
All Abhumans are mutants, not all mutants are Abhumans

>>5547517
Supporting, it's a great middle ground for both sides

>>5547460
>What if we only do Worlds with mutants
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
Mutants and money. Buying out the Federations old landmarks seems like a good idea.

>>5547460
>>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.
>What if we only do Worlds with mutants

As a compromise we get the mutant world and extra barren ones to compensate for the lower number, it will mean more effort to establish forge worlds but in the long run we also get a bigger share of the Galaxy Pie so to speak.

>>5547977
Greentext it >

>>5547460
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
We can afford it. I don't see why this is a moral problem if we are ensuring those people will be afforded homes and living elsewhere.

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>>5547460
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off

>>5547517
+1
"How did the saying went by Ommnisiah? ah yes, I will pay you to fuck off"

>>5547460

>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.
>For those who planets are willing to once more turn themselves into mining worlds, we will give them proper compensation and opportunities for their citizenry to travel to other worlds where they can ply their trade if they do not want to become a part of the mining industry/economy.

>>5548462
>Support
Seems like the best option

>>5547460
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
>get worlds with abhumans
I dont like the wording of "only worlds with mutants". I think some posters think they are asking for ogryn worlds but MQM means something else like limiting ourselves only to worlds with mutants on them. We should just buy them all and also have abhuman worlds.

"I would think it a waste of human life and a betrayal of our vows to those people if we allowed the Mechanicum to do this"
Man fuck this line of thought. A rock in space is just a rock in space. If we move the people and give them a better living somewhere else, what vows are we breaking anyway? We're saving lives by accelerating the war effort.

>>5547460
>>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
>>For those who planets are willing to once more turn themselves into mining worlds, we will give them proper compensation and opportunities for their citizenry to travel to other worlds where they can ply their trade if they do not want to become a part of the mining industry/economy.
>>get worlds with abhumans (mutants)
Our vows are to the lives of mankind. We are preserving the lives of mankind by moving them to good homes, and also making weapons for humanity's defense. Get some mutant worlds too, mutants can be useful.

>>5547460
>>If we do not use these worlds, then the effeciency will drop significantly. We would therefore require a corresponding increase in the number of barren worlds supplied to us to make up for the difference.
>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off

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Mutants only
>>5547477
>>5547465
>>5548054
>>5548070
>>5548620

Barren World
>>5547475
>>5547517
>>5547777

Fuck you Fulgrim
>>5547509

Capitalism Baby
>>5547532
>>5547579
>>5547962
>>5548159
>>5548187
>>5548462
>>5548619
>>5548750
>>5548755

>>5548804
This makes me exceedingly happy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQrdKtPJxI0

>>5548804

Uhh QM, i don't know if you noticed, but your counting is a bit weird.

for example, my vote >>5547517 and the vote of Logic Enjoyer >>5548462 are exactly the same, but you have sorted them in different categories, which seems to be a bit of a theme concerning this vote, since most of them are a combined vote of "pay em to fuck off/Practice their trade elsewhere" and "eh, we will have to make do with barren worlds".

Just as a heads up if you had missed it.

>>5548823
¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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TalOS felt a small bit of annoyance as he wondered to himself. The situation was indeed a hard one to play thanks to Fulgrim’s nomination. What would happen to the people of these planets once their homes are turned into a factory for the purposes of the greater war. But was he not forgetting something?

“Fulgrim, Vulkan, I understand the two of you do not wish to go back on your vows.” TalOS said as his red eyes glanced to each of their directions, “What we forget is that without these resources that we will become strained. Without these supplies, such as readily accessible adamantine, ceremite, and auric; you will not receive new armors, ships, and Titans to exact the aggressive war that we are fighting with now.”

TalOS leaned towards the table as he wanted to make his point heared, “We, the Mechanicum, need these worlds to follow your war. Without it we will both falter if a great enemy comes onto the galactic stage.”

“You think we can lose this Crusade?” Fulgrim asked with what was a genuine confusion within his voice, “It is our Father who declared it so, Mankind will have the galaxy. Do deny this is to deny our Father!”

“He is right, Fulgrim.” Guilliman barked as he seemed to have a fire within his gullet, “We make war upon the Milky Way. War is always a test of an Empire’s ability to mobilize its resources and strain every drop of blood from its economy.”

“Aye, he’s right!” Shouted Leman as he gave a hearty laugh, “When a Tribe goes to war everyone gives their lifeblood to the effort. We are waging a murdermake, no reason to cry over a few rocks.”

There looked to be an argument to be spilled over but Horus was the quickest to the punch, “Brothers, Brothers. Before we go for each other’s throats let's talk to our brother more. TalOS, I do not believe you would want to work with an Empire that broke its treaties with those it's aligned with.”

“You are correct.” Was what TalOS mentioned, leaving out the part that the Mechanicum knows full well that even centuries old contracts would need to be shattered to save the Red Planet, “What the Mechanicum would accept is permission to pursue a logic found within the tomes of the Federation. The ideas of purchasing and reallocating land.”

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Seeing as Horus was the one to make the bridge, he continued acting as the speaker for the Imperial force upon the table, “I believe I have read such tome, does the Mechanicum wish to purchase these planets from their inhabitants?”

“Many times we might not need to reallocate the people. The Mechanicum would be willing to work with the rulers of each world to acquire the mineral and other such rights from the natives. By improving their quality of living they will be happy for us to live as their terrestrial neighbors.” TalOS told the War Council as he gave a small grin, “Why we have not done it is obvious, we do not wish for the Imperium to think we were doing something else. That in the end it was not for the Noble purpose of the Great Crusade.”

“You seek to create Enclaves upon these worlds, if I am understanding it correctly.” Horus said as he nodded, “That is more reasonable, and would be a benefit to the people as well.”

“How would we prevent the Mechanicum from abusing such an authority?” Fulgrim shot quickly as he was the naysayer to whatever inch TalOS gained.

“If the people are foolish enough to be tricked like that, then they will deserve their fate.” Rogal Dorn declared as a verdict when he glared at his brother, “We should not question our allies as they do not question us. If an issue does occur then Father will talk to Kalbor Hal about the matter.”

“We thank the Mechanicum for being forthright about such an issue.” Horus said as he shined a smile towards TalOS, “I am sure these worlds will find it more reasonable if you approached them with the authority of the Imperium to help arbitrate these affairs.”

TalOS had to take a second to feel out those words within both his mind and soul. It would be horrendous if the Imperium, acting in its own interests, tried to keep the Mechanicum from getting these worlds. Then he considered that it was in the Imperiums best interest to give them as much leeway as possible.

After all, the Imperial Tithe only includes Psykers. If they did this then they would reap the benefits of actually conquering these worlds.

“The Mechanicum will accept the assistance of the Imperium for these negotiations.” TalOS answered Horus as he could feel the mirth coming off of Fulgrim.

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As the words were traded and what was going to be a minor scheme going to run across the galaxy the Emperor raised his hand. TalOS felt his connection to the Machine Spirits seized and removed as the Emperor made a wave with his hand.

“Thank you for your words from the Mechanicum, TalOS.” The Emperor said as he snapped his fingers causing the screen to change to a series of fronts, “Now that we know where our food and munitions will be coming from, we must decide how to use them.”

In an instant a series of blips and dots scattered themselves across the screen for everyone to see.

“We have stretched ourselves from one end of the galaxy to the other. In doing so we now have control over all prominent Warp Lanes. In doing so I have found each and every one of you who are now sit before me today.” The Emperor announced as he flicked his hand, “Now we must go inwards and fight what we have identified. There are a great many dominions, both Xenos and Man, which lay within the numerous fabrics we have woven.”

With those words done the Emperor looked up, “We must decide who is to go where. What is allowed and what must we leave for when the full Brotherhood is amongst us.”

With those words spoken the Emperor’s hand waved revealing a series of locations, “These are the realms and regions that I see ripe for compliance. Either to bring into the fold or crush under our heel.”

With that he began announcing the regions, their battles, and what was there.

>Remain upon the Federation for this round of war
>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.
>Opt to expand the local area for the Imperium (While claiming some fine planets for one’s self.)
>Pick a FUN front to go on.

>>5548873
>Opt to expand the local area for the Imperium (While claiming some fine planets for one’s self.)
GREED

>>5548873
>Opt to expand the local area for the Imperium (While claiming some fine planets for one’s self.)

>>5548873
>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.

>>5548873
>>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.
Let's just get this out of the way now

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>>5548873
>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early + Fun Front
>+OTHER (if we are allowed): Trigger the Araneus (Necromunda) Event Early? (follow up on some rumors about a lost Federation tech planet)
https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Great_Crusade_Chronology
"ca. Mid-800s.M30 The Two Wars of Araneus"
Tried to look for some events and war fronts that were relatively closish to this timeframe we are in.

It's entirely up to QM if he wants to allow this to happen or if it's even an option, but given the campaign directly involves the Imperial Fists, imagine if we had the chance to change things up? Maybe we won't prevent the destruction of the Warp Gates of Araneus (which would have been a huge boon to the Imperium), but perhaps if we took the Tech planet intact rather than a smoking wreck. . .and its hoard of STCs

TalOS could convince Dorn that the usefulness of such a system of gates would be paramount to Terra's defense, and thus get him directly involved. In any even, I think this could be fun.

We claim to be the true legitimate heirs of the Federation. How well would that hold, when we are going to face some of the creme of the Federations actual tech remnants?

Plus, maybe QM could come up wtih some neat ideas on what that massive threat spilling from the Warp Gates ended up being?

Some other fronts we may want to consider tackling are Calixis and Scarus to our west, also with lots of neat prizes in store for us.

Calixis even has the lost Myrmidon Battle Techpriest cult, who are the finest Techpriest warriors in the galaxy, as well as the Cult of Sollex who are the finest laser specialists in the galaxy.

Just throwing ideas.

>>5548971
Support. Necromunda would be perfect to add more tech. We'd also be able to improve the living conditions of the Hiveworld.

>>5548971
Support the recovery of knowledge is paramount!
as it benefits all Mankind in the end perhaps Moreso than the Crusade ever will.

>>5548873
>Opt to expand the local area for the Imperium (While claiming some fine planets for one’s self.)

>>5548873
> Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.

>>5548971
>Support
The quest for knowledge (technology) never ends.

>>5548980
>>5549048
Votes need to be greentexted to count.

>>5548873
>Go ahead and work with Dorn

The once Emperor of Inwit took a few moments to think to himself, as if weighing the words, “What you have done for my Legion I cannot express in mere words but the same goes for yourself. What I ask of you, when a time comes, is that you join me in the Crusade for a year so that you can keep your mind wetted with combat. It is not now, but I expect it to be in a reasonable interval.” (thread 11)

>>5548873
>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.

>>5548873

>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.

The siege specialist, and the armory master fighting together, this is going to be an extended vacation section for our sweet tooth scientist.

>>5548971

Nano wasn't the planet necromunda attacked in the lore, during the crusade, by a beta version of the Necrons?

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>>5549424
If it is, it isn't clear. The HH book simply says small dark ships encircling bloated behemoth craft.

"A darkness deeper than the void, of living-lightning and flame-wreathed chrome"

It could be the crons. A bunch of Scythe ships encircling a big Cairn Tomb crackling with Gauss energies? Maybe. But it's vague enough that they could let it be virtually anything.

>>5548873
>Join dorn early.

>>5548971
>support

>>5548971
>Support
I like the chance we can take Araneus intact as a dark age cyberpunk world, something not even Lucius was able to achieve because of starvation and needing to resort to faith.

The Selfish Option
>>5548890
>>5>>5549170
548895

Go with Dorn Early
>>5548896
>>5548924
>>5548971
>>5549593
>>5549652
>>5549248
>>5549293
>>5549391
>>5549420
>>5549537
>>5549277

Thus, we go with the brother.

>>5548971
I will say this now, you have a misunderstanding when it comes to the war. Specifically its the TWO wars. Nothing says we cannot wage the first one.

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The map spun before their eyes, the places that the Emperor picking out shown before everyone’s eyes on what could possibly be the locations of battle. Against these locations were the numerous spots which were marked too dangerous for mankind to even dare enter yet.

One of these places was the greatest Ork Empire that has yet, and will likely ever, be seen upon the galactic stage. Its core was a planet according to Federation records to be called Ullinor and was where Mankind previously banished the Orks when Mankind ascendant to the Golden Age.

TalOS wished that mankind did not decide on a treaty but instead eradication. But these were Orks, the most resilient race ever to be known. If there was a drop of Ork blood upon an Asteroid then that rock would quickly become a source of infestation. When it becomes an infestation it will inevitably be used as a delivery vector for the Ork infection to arrive upon a fertile world.

Thus it was unreasonable to wish that the Ancients had spent the resources to eradicate the Orks. He still wished it though, if nothing else than to remove upon the Galactic Stage that splotch of green which infested the map like an infection.

“Guilliman, we have already had our discussions that you will be working upon the realm of Ultramar. Thus you will not be subject to campaign from anywhere but your home.” The Emperor said first and foremost as he looked upon the diligent son.

“I thank you for this opportunity, Father.” Guilliman answered as he gave a small bow of his head to display respect.

“Fulgrim, Horus.” The Emperor said as he looked at the two of them, “The Third Legion is still recovering from the losses they sustained earlier in the Crusade. The two of you will continue to fight together until the number of Emperor’s Children reaches twenty thousand.”

“Thank you for affirming our thoughts, Father.” Horus said as Fulgrim simply gave a gleeful smile, “I believe it would be wise for us to continue fighting in the Galactic North a ways beyond the Federation Sector. There are a great many Greenskins there that will require both myself and Fulgrim to exterminate.”

“Your reasoning is sound, does anyone here reject Horus’s claim?” The Emperor asked as he glanced across the room.

There was not a sound or a call out, many shaking their heads to display their thoughts on the matter without words. The Emperor seemed satisfied as he gripped the scene and made the world seem to travel.

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“Special circumstances have been seen to, we must now look at the greater war footing.” The Emperor said as he zoomed in on the galactic, “On the eastern fringes there the First Legion encountered a new race of Xenos. The information they gathered from this race of unusual standard does not set right with me.”

They all viewed what was a small front that would have been minor in the grander scale of things. When the analytics of the battle came up though TalOS began to understand why the Emperor was worried about the battle that had taken place there.

TalOS had to vocalize the information he saw, “They claim to have fought a Xenos conglomerate and torched fifteen of their worlds. For them to have such a small empire with the ratio of Xenos does not seem reasonable. You believe there is more.”

The Emperor nodded to the assessment that TalOS gave, “I do not doubt the ability of the First to wage war. However we need someone to go into the region and start an investigation of it. Supplies will be minimal, so the one who travels there will need to be semi-self reliant.”

“The Iron Hands will do that.” Ferrus Manus announced as he raised a fist into the air, “It will give my sons skills that I have been trying to bring into their ranks for some time. We will succeed.”

“Does any others wish to go as well?” The Emperor asked as he looked about the room.

“I wish you good luck brother.” Vulkan called out as he shined a smile in the direction of Ferrus, “I too would want to go there, but my Legion needs time to swell from the recruits of Nocturn. In due time, would you welcome the Salamanders to your campaign?”

“I don’t need it.” Barked Ferrus as he gave a half hearted glance towards Vulkan, “The Iron Hands will be capable and supplies will be scarce. Even if you can feed yourself, we will be fighting over the scraps in that region.”

Vulkan gave a half hearted laugh in an attempt to provide himself some levity, “Then I will leave it to you brother. Father, is there a region that requires similar expertise?”

The Emperor did not need to ponder as his hand glazed the screen and zoomed into a region near Segmentum Solar, “This region is nearly denied to us due to the Warp Lanes. Even as its so close to the Astronomicon it is treacherous to navigate. If there is a location where you are still close to Nocturn and still need to forge your own armaments, it will be there.”

“It shall be our then!” Cheered the Primarch as he gave a grin.

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The Emperor gestured, transforming the image into a new front of war, “Another item that has come to my attention, within the region of Terra, is a region that is currently controlled by Orks. Such a region, while small, appears to have so much metal that it's what attracted the Orks towards them. There have been rumors of humans being in the system, but that remains to be seen.”

“Orks you say, Father?” Leman Russ barked as he gave a small growl of pleasure, “Greenskin are always a good fight.”

“Leman, I do not believe you will be the best for the job ahead of us.” Declared Dorn as he glanced at his brother, “If there are humans within the system then we will need to negotiate. Your Legion does not have any iterators to facilitate such functions. As it is Orks, I see it reasonable that the Imperial Fists be those who drive them back.”

Leman Russ looked to his side to measure Dorn, as to what TalOS knew to be the logic. Leman Russ was not dumb and his barbarity was an extension of his intelligence. He grew a small smile to answer, “Fine, you can have that murdermake.”

“Thank you for seeing reason, Brother.” Rogal answered his brother before looking back as his father, “The Imperial Fists will cleanse the system of the Greenskin menace. That you have my word.”

“Father.” Before the Emperor could answer Dorn TalOS decided to ask a question, “You say that these worlds are full of metal. Is there a potential that this region could have once been a host for Mega-Projects once hosted by the Federation?”

The Emperor gave a small nod as he answered, “It was the site where mankind would test technology in an area far enough away from Terra that it would not damage it, but close enough that they can pull resources from it. Does the Mechanicum have an interest in the region?”

TalOS looked over towards Rogal who seemed to understand the undercurrent of what TalOS was trying to do, “With permission from Rogal I would like to join him as a representative of the Mechanicum. I have an individual who I can trust to be my Regent, so it is no mistake for me to make this incursion outside of the Federation for a few years.”

Rogal gave a small nod as he heard those words, “I do not have an issue with this, if you allow it Father.”

The Emperor thought to himself before giving a nod, “It will be allowed. It would be wise to take support as the Orks might have tried to resurrect old technology.”

TalOS felt a creep going up his spine at the thought, “Thank you Father.”

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“Then that just leaves me and the wolf.” Magnus declared as he decided now was his time to speak, “Father, am I to go towards the frontier along with my brother?”

The Emperor nodded his head as he heard the question. “We need to continue pushing in Segmentum Obscurus. Every planet we gain in that region is the more ground that we will be afforded in the future.”

“So we are hunting the Wyrd.” Leman Russ declared as he glanced towards his brother, “You can take the right and I the left?”

“There is no reason to take things so simply.” Magnus told his brother before he himself began to ponder. TalOS could feel the swelling of energy from his brother as he attempted some form of clairvoyance. TalOS did not like it, but he did not try to stop such a mundane use of psychic power.

As an answer went across his blackened eye Magnus was found declaring, “But sometimes the most simple things are the best. Do what you want brother, I will do what I want.”

“Sounds fine enough to me.” Leman Russ barked with a cheer.

“Good, then the decisions have been made. Those who do not have their Primarchs will continue their search at their leisure.” The Emperor told everyone as he looked from one half of the room to the other, “I will continue my search for your brothers as well. To do so I cannot continue to tie myself in singular campaigns until they are all found. Do we have any questions or requests to be made?”

To the words the Emperor asked, no response was given. So with a mighty declaration of his voice the Emperor spoke, “Then the First War Council is finished. You are all released.”

>Meet with Magnus
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman
>Chat with Horus
>Leman Russ surely wants a drink.
>Bitch off Fulgrim.

>>5550279
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman

>>5550279
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman

>>5550279
>Fulgrim surely wants a drink

>>5550276
>On the eastern fringes there the First Legion encountered a new race of Xenos. The information they gathered from this race of unusual standard does not set right with me.
Its the Rangdan isn't it
>>5550279
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman

>>5550279
>Go with Leman Russ, the bro.
Can we go to mars and murderize the daemon engines now??? Pleaaaaaaase

>>5550307
Wait what

>>5550279
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman

>Bitch off Fulgrim.

I feel like being antagonistic today.

>>5550279
>>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman

>>5550279
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman
>Chat with Horus
Im not sure who to talk to first
Both of these options lead to a lot of good gains, resources and influence

>>5550284
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman
We're here to get shit done. Dorn and Guilliman are primarchs who are capable of getting shit done and are empire builders rather than mostly just conquerors.

>>5550279
>Drink with Russ

Russ is [Our guy] even if he isn't logical.

>>5550279

>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman.

>>5550279
>>Leman Russ surely wants a drink.

>>5550279
>Leman Russ surely wants a drink.

Bring out the mead, for tonight we feast!

Remember when the Blackstone fortress shot mini black holes at ships? Shit was cash

Or remember when we were just starting and had UZ1 face off against T4SL4 and they repaired menials? That's when the anxilians accepted her as one on them.

>>5550279
>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman

>>5550802
That was a very pleasant not to desires to upgrade our ship based weapons and the fortress itself.

>>5550805
Been a while since we've seen T35LA, and yeah. I remember when TalOS said he thought her mind was developed like his was, and thinking that the techpriests had gone into TalOS head and tried to replicate what they saw on her so she must had been very unique. Didn't end up being the case, but she's still our girl.

>>5551132
*nod

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>>5551211

>>5551252
I was going to post something like that
Peace through Power

>>5550279
>Leman Russ surely wants a drink.

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When the discussions were finished with everyone began making their own way out. The majority of those present went their own way, which for TalOS was something he somewhat expected. TalOS was friendly with everyone, but felt that he had a real connection to only one fellow.

For his pathway out TalOS decided that he would follow his brother Dorn out. Already TalOS needed to prepare battle plans with his brother so he started walking in the Imperial Fist’s direction without much worry within his heart.

After all it was not only because he was approaching his brother with the idea of battle plans, but genuine companionship. Even if they shared a small discussion between one and the other their relationship transcended their persons into their Legions themselves.

So TalOS made his way in that direction which became somewhat interesting when he was now walking next to Guilliman. TalOS glanced at his brother with a pristine smile as they breached the doors going into an outerhall. There was unease there, an unease that TalOS only felt from Guilliman whose emotions were closer to the surface than his other brothers.

Even as his senses betrayed him Guilliman gave a grin in return, “It has been a while brother. I cannot thank you enough for all that you have given Ultramar.”

“I can imagine it well enough.” TalOS told his brother as TalOS’s eyes adjusted to the new scenery that was of paintings and gold.

“The Titan Legions guard Macragge well, and those that joined me in the Crusade. With the presence of those War Machines I know that thousands of lives, both Astartes and Human, have been saved by those God Machines.”

“Your words should be given to the Princeps of such mighty war machines.” TalOS directed as he gave a hearty laugh, “They will be honored to hear such words from a brother of mine.”

“I have already done so.” Guilliman answered with a genuine laugh of his own, “My thanks is for you as well as them. Thank you.”

“I am honored by your graciousness.” TalOS admitted as he gave a courteous bow before he had a small moment of realization, “Have you met Rogal Dorn before?”

“I have not met him before but read the reports. I heard the two of you had gotten along, so would you be willing to introduce me to him?” Guilliman said with the guile of a seasoned politician.

“That is not a problem.” TalOS informed his brother as he led the way with a powerful stride.

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The two of them found the Primarch of the Imperial Fists looking at a painting of a castle. Looking upon it TalOS recognized the painting to be one of an ancient human Empire from the time when Terra had oceans. The irony that TalOS sensed as he looked upon the painting was that there was so much information about the Romans that the Mechanicum knew almost everything about it.

Mankind always had a fascination with the past. Only the Emperor himself, a being who was as Ancient as the Past, did not build an Empire based on the claims of the past. TalOS for instance was the inheritor to the Federation’s Legacy with a government that mimicked what was there before.

TalOS would have called out to try and start the introduction for Guilliman, but as he glanced towards his brother TalOS realized such a thing was now what they both wanted at the moment. The two of them approached the painting with this eyes studying the works that were about it.

What TalOS saw first and foremost was the death and carnage that was there. The destruction of an Empire from a group of Barbarians who name lived through the tongue of mankind from that moment onwards. To think that such an act would scar humanity so harshly was on par with Long Night. At least, in the grander scale of things when the Ancients talked about the times after the fall of Roma.

TalOS thought about it for a moment and decided to ask, “Rogal, may I ask whats caught your eye?”

Rogal Dorn glanced at his brother with a measured glance and answered, “The workings in this painting caught my eye. An entire city made of lost architecture that are only seen in pictures like this one. It's good craftsmanship, both the painting and the works it depicts. I wish to admire it.”

TalOS felt his smile remain as he looked towards Guilliman, “And what of you Roboute?”

The Son of Macragge looked upon the painting closely and unlike Dorn held his response in reserve. Was he measuring what response would be a good one, what he actually thought of it, or which of these items to be shared with his two brothers.

“If we do not commit ourselves to the Crusade this is the fate of Humanity.” The Primarch said with what TalOS sensed was a truthful statement, “If we are all sharing, what about you?”

“This is the end of all things.” TalOS told his brothers as he felt a smile fade away, “My only hope is that like these peoples, humanity continues to grow.”

“I see.” There was obvious discomfort within the words of Guilliman but he did not see a need to comment further about the words spoken.

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“I am Rogal of the House of Dorn.” As their little subject ended it was Dorn who spoke out as he extended a hand towards his blue robed brother.

For Roboute TalOS noticed the man caught slightly off guard from the sudden introduction. Things were not going into his plan but the recovery was quick and natural, “I am Roboute Guilliman, Son of Konor Guilliman. I have read a series of reports about you and I am honored that we can meet today.”

With that the two men shook hands, their hands grasping one another instead of the wrists like how Guilliman previously shook TalOS’s hands. TalOS gave a small laugh to let his presence be known once again, “You did not need my help it seems brother.”

Such words were wrong of course, TalOS knew, for he was the one who started this conversation in the first place. But he felt like he wanted to joke with his brother and this was the easiest way to do it.

“I thank you for the effort.” Roboute answered back as he knew the truth of the matter. Everyone did actually, but jokes were jokes and anything TalOS could do to lighten the mood from his sheer presence was a positive.

“I have heard about both you and your Legion Guilliman.” Rogal said as he studied his brother’s build as those words were spoken, “The War Born were different from how you are now. Is that the reason you changed their names to Ultramarines?”

“They will not be just warriors anymore, but Sons of Ultramar. Changing their names was only natural.” Guilliman answered as he nodded towards TalOS, “Just as our brother TalOS changed his sons to the Proelitor; Titles will change with the new roles they are given.”

To those words Rogal thought to himself for a few seconds. When he found the answer he answered it straight, “Just as my sons were, I am the Fist of our Father. I appear to be in the minority and I expect it to stay that way now.”

“No shame in it.” TalOS told his brother as he moved to get closer to the other two, “It is simply that you were blessed by convenience.”

“If that is how you describe it, then it would be true.” Dorn answered simply.

>Talk about the coming wars they are to face
>Trade stories about their homes
>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.
>Look around the Archives
>Have a drink and talk shit.

>>5551482
>Look around the Archives

>Look around the Archives

The search for knowledge is endless

>>5551482
By Archives I mean the paintings.

>>5551482
>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.

>>5551482
>Look around the Archives
Everyone here appreciates good historical pieces

>>5551482
>Trade stories about their homes
>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.
>Look around the Archives
The most competent Brothers all in a room together

>>5551482
>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.

>>5551482
>>Talk about the coming wars they are to face
What can i say, this is more interesting than what does a primarch do with their free time

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>>5551482
>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.
>(Other) ideas that might be cool:
>Did Guilliman bring his Strategios Simulator? After the War Council, we could simulate the upcoming Wars. Find out what the best likely courses of actions for our respective armies including how Dorn is like on the offense. Plus also give a chance to peer into each others strategies and tactics, offer advice
>Do a little back and forth with Roboute on government, maybe convince each other to actually make that damned book on government we keep telling ourselves we'll do 'later'

We never got around to finishing the GOT (Governing of Territory) sequel to the FAG did we?

Anyway, Russ does Duels, Sanguineous does Art, and Roboute loves Simulators. Would be fun to see how our strategic genius compares to his imo

>>5551482
>>Talk about the coming wars they are to face

>>5552040
>+1
I wanna see how good a tactician Roboute really is compared to Tal0S

>>5551688
The least EXTRA brothers.

That's saying something considering we turned ourselves into a pseudo C'tan.

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I feel like Dorn, Roboute, and TalOS are the "Big Three" among the Primarchs.

Our whole shtick is empire building, not simply conquering or destroying. We're brick and mortar, rather than just hammers.

Pictured
"A million is a statistic" TalOS
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" Roboute, on his chair
"We will never Surrender" Dorn

The Paintings!
>>5551538
>>5551679
>>5551603

Discuss Hobbies
>>5551642
>>5551688
>>5551796
>>5552040
>>5552258

The war to come
>>5551825
>>5552183

Counted

Someone mind reminding me what FAG Stood for?

>>5552460
I think it was Forge Administration Guideline

>>5552463
thx

>>5552463
Just got confirmation
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5098704/#p5103429
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5098704/#p5105497
And the GOT section would be Governing Ordinary Territory
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5098704/#p5154246

>>5552465
GOT will come later since ironically a certain Primarch would like to help in its creation.

>>5552466
Well, Bob did set up the Administratum, so I can see why he would have interest in that.

>>5552468
You are actually wrong. Corvus Corax.

>>5552469
It's going to be full of poetry isn't it?

>>5552471
Likely

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TalOS felt a small spark coming across the eyes of Guilliman as he decided to take over their communications, “TalOS, I have read the Forge Administration Guideline that you gave out to your Priests, it is an interesting piece of literature.”

Of the words to be spoke this was one of the items that TalOS was not expecting, “You read my work?” The words that escaped his mouth was something that showed his disbelief on the matter.

“I had heard talks about it among the Priests of Mars when I noticed their odd behaviors.” The Primarch pointed out as he noticed he got something, “They were on a set schedule I noticed, but their schedule seemed almost perfectly mirrored across the force without issue. To add to that, your sons said at times that they were on their break and that they should only act on matters of peril.”

There was no physical function that he experienced, such as the heating of the stomach or reddening of the cheeks. Such a thing was impossible unless TalOS allowed it to happen. It was in his mind where he was feeling what people called embarrassment.

It was an unpleasant feeling. It was a human one though and TalOS did not see the need to excise it from his body. He simply needed to deal with it.

“It is through my investigations that people need their breaks. There are multiple factors to it that are considered and gained by giving your people such permissions.” TalOS pointed out as he gave a small grin, “By relaxing and taking the moment to recover their minds and bodies gain more effectiveness. By giving their breaktime priority they are more likely to follow you for the fact that you care for their well being. Even the warriors need a break.”

“You do not need to justify your thoughts TalOS, I read your book.” Guilliman pointed out with a small laugh in his heart, “It reminds me of what my Father did upon Macragge. Unlike my Father though, it is well thought out and the statistics you gave demonstrate that you’ve worked upon the subject for at least a few years.”

TalOS could have allowed himself a sense of Pride take him. But he decided not to and had a question to ask, “Did you ask one of my sons for a copy, or did a Priest give it to you?”

“I had one of my sons acquire it from one of your sons.” The Primarch admitted as he gave a small embarrassed chuckle, “It did not seem prudent to let others know I was reading your books until I told you myself.”

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“Is there a reason you wanted to meet both of us here today?” Dorn asked as he brought himself back into the conversation with a powerful voice.

“Yes there was, I wanted to talk to my seniors of the Crusade about their experiences. From what I have heard both of you had good records for making worlds compliant.” Guilliman admitted as his eyes went from one brother to the other and back again, “If there was something that I am missing from what I have heard from both of you, I would want to know it.”

“Seeking out the facts.” Dorn said as he gave a small smile, “It is an honorable persuit and I will answer as many of your questions as you can ask.”

“I say the same. From what I understand from our Father you are pursuing the building of your own realm similar to mind. As Rogal says, there is honor in that.” TalOS pointed out with a small bit of cheer before as he spoke his other half, “But I do not wish for this to be one sided. Without feedback how do we know we are understanding one another?”

“That is… understandable.” Admitted Roboute as Dorn simply gave a nod to the words that TalOS spoke, “From the research I did I noticed that your Federation has an unusual quantity of peaceful integration. Only the Imperial Fists will rival you in that quantity.”

TalOS did not need to think about it too hard to answer what it was, “That is mainly the use of the Mechanicum’s knowledge and techno sorcery in order to gain an advantage over the natives. When Old Night was upon humanity luxuries like rejuvenation treatments had been lost to the void. The Mechanicum can bring it back to the people, for a Price.”

“A take and receive, I see.” Guilliman began to think.

“Such tactics are hard to replicate.” Rogal Dorn announced first and foremost as he glanced at TalOS, “Is it not the government that you host also an additive.”

TalOS looked at Dorn with a small sense of confusion as he replied, “You are correct. Such was the reason a great many colonies from during the days of the Federation attempted to break off. By not giving their vassals any leverage upon Terra those vassals felt they were ignored.”

“You give them a piece of yourself when they agree to join you.” Rogal pointed out as he hit the nail on the head, “Such a thing is not what the Imperium can allow. For we have an Emperor, not a President.”

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The Primarch of Ultramar nodded as he understood the words, “It is a good method for integration, that I learned from the numerous texts that I have read. But it is not good when one invades another.”

“That is why the Emperor decided to make this an Imperium, not a Federation.” Rogal Dorn dictated as he pointed out one of the matters.

“Such are the problems. People who you have taken over make horrible nobles.” TalOS gave a small chuckle as he thought about his situation, “All of it is measured on the temperment of what you want to make. When I must conquer, in the end the planet will be emptied of its original population to be distributed around the entire Federation.”

“Is that needed?” Roboute asked with a small bit of skepticism.

“It is needed because of what the Federation is. We need to exploit the land as soon as we can and the natives will always hate us for it.” TalOS looked towards Rogal, “The Imperial Fists have their own methods of Imperial Conquest. Leave a conquered land better than when you met them.”

“The law that the Emperor set forth allows for such methods of integration.” Rogal informed Guilliman as he gave a small nod to TalOS, “We only bring to their lands benefits and growth. In time the iterators will bring the culture of the planet in line with the rest of the Imperium, in time for when our Father establishes the Tithe. The duty of the Imperial Fists is to show the people of all compliant worlds what it means to be apart of the Imperium.”

“Both of these though require resources.” Guilliman noticed as he looked towards TalOS, “I have the understanding that the Federation is working on terraforming planets for the future. And that most of those rulers are the Noblemen who operate the Knights.”

“To keep a people happy you must pay them in something.” Rogal was the one to say, “Showing them only complacency or the sword will not get you anywhere. When those people see a way out of the Imperium they will take it, because they do not see a reason to stay. Before I became an Imperial Fist, I made sure that the planets under my command knew they were always considered by improving their infrastructure. Now I do the same for the Imperium.”

“What I give the Knights of Dutonis is something to guarantee that they will always be with Lucius. With each world given, each war machine built in our manufactoriums, is another bloodline sworn to serve the Machine God and his Fabricator General.” TalOS told his brother with a knowledge worth thousands of years worth of human history.

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“Then Ultramar will require constant maintenance.” Was what Guilliman got from the words they were all sharing, “The question becomes how would I be able to extract resources from it. You get most of your resources from your vassals with trade deals, correct?”

“Yes. While I have imposed taxes upon the non-military worlds of the Federation most of our benefits come from giving their Nobles resources they cannot find on their worlds. For every year we add to their lives, it is worth one thousand years worth of manpower given upon it.” TalOS explained for a sense of understanding, “You will have a lot to think about.”

“I like both of your options.” Roboute told TalOS as he glanced towards Rogal, “Neither will be perfect for me though. It does give me a good baseline in order to develop from. A series of theories to test out.”

“Have you looked at the methods of our brothers?” Rogal asked as he seemed curious about the fact. It had become obvious that Guilliman enjoyed a book and studying reports, and Dorn was someone who wished to get as many facts as he could about a topic.

It was a hard question to answer for Guilliman for the man took ten seconds of thought to answer his brother. TalOS could feel the irritation from his brother as he likely realized how long he took to answer that question.

“They do not do what the two of you do.” Was the answer Guilliman gave them, “From what I read all of our other brothers are complacent with simply using iterators to expand their reach. For what I am to build I cannot rely upon the workings of the Imperium. I need something I can bring to these worlds.”

>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim
>Belief in a stronger cause is always a good one to grow.
>Invest them from a position of competitive advantage.
>Other

>>5552555
>Belief in a stronger cause is always a good one to grow.
It's what kept the knights and priests in line

>>5552555
>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim

>Invest them from a position of competitive advantage.

they cannot deny the stronger.
And the stronger an organization is, the larger and faster it can snowball.

>>5552555
>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim

>where there is unity there is always victory.

>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim.

to tie Macragge to the idea of Home with the ultimate goal of creating a group of humans that while divergent from the Monoculture due to circumstance still could identify as Macraggian.

>>5552555

>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim

Give them a common goal language and unity because that will bring true prosperity

>>5552555
>>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim

>>5552555
>Belief in a stronger cause is always a good one to grow.
Dream of Ultramar

>>5552555

>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim.

The answer is obvious, abuse the tribalistic human instinct. It's scientifically proven that we humans have more empathy for people who live like us, talk like us, and believe the same things.

The ability to expand a culture, an identity across many different worlds would create an irrational reason for them to stick together.

>>5552555
>Export the culture of macragge

We work because we have the technological edge over the nobles and the idological joining of priest and knight.
but our underlying foundation is that the federation is the cultural identity.

>>5552555
>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim

>>5552549
>To add to that, your sons said at times that they were on their break and that they should only act on matters of peril.”
Just like my doctors at the ER, leaving the poor intern to deal with twenty patients at four AM

>>5552555
>>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim
Nice trips. By using the culture you can claim it's Us versus Them, a tried and tested method

>>5552555
>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim
Culture can unify a state, keeping it alive as a nation even when all seems bleak and the state is bled. With a united culture, ultramar will be able to survive periods of weakness and decay long enough to rebound
>Captcha: 420ytt Blaze it

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>>5552555
>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim
The canon option, and what worked well for him

Belief
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Cultural Unity
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Trade
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So I'll be honest my fellows, my drive has been sucked out from me ever since New Years and its getting harder and harder to write this.

The part I planned to not take too long, AE between origin and heresy, has gone on for way too long. So with that in mind I've got a few thoughts in mind. The following is me just spitballing:

>Someone pick this up to keep it at the same rate.
>We go breakneck speed, basically highlights of this period up to the heresy.
>I take a month to write something short and different.

In my opinion I want to continue this but it cannot resume like this. Unless you all have any issues I plan to go for break neck and start cutting off large pieces of fat here and there. My plan is that it will read closer to a HH Book where we hit defining events for TalOS up till the heresy.

This meeting for example, between him, Guilliman, and Dorn is one of those events. Its established the three way agreement in thoughts.

Since I got a good feel of everyone and Magnus, I think it would be good to chance you guys go Perty. Especially since I have fun ideas for him.

>>5553641
>I take a month to write something short and different.

>>5553641
How would you feel about someone making a side quest that takes place parallel but within the setting?

Your quest is very inspiring, I was actually wanting to read it to its completion before doing that sort of thing.

>>5553671
A side quest is not a good idea since it does not finish this one. I want this one to finish, thats why I am looking at the break neck speed. Honestly after I'm finished you fellows can fill in the blanks yourselves just like any other Primarch Novel.

>>5553674
That's what I meant. Waiting until it was over rather than during a break. Was just gauging how you would feel about that.

>>5553678
Fanfiction is fine, as long as no one expects me to respect any lore that the fanfiction creates. Being done with this is will make that easy.

>>5553641
>>We go breakneck speed, basically highlights of this period up to the heresy.
fuck this boring ass part let's get the GOOD SHIT going.

While it would be nice to have a sitcom with our OC DONUT STEAL PRIMARCH and the others, the quest is not about that!!!

>>5553686
Not that the quest is boring, for it is entertaining. But the prospect of QM not burning out and going to HH?

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Such a question was a good one, which helped to explain what it was Guilliman wanted from this conversation. Roboute was given the task of trying to start his own Empire with a framework that was likely going to be closer to the Imperial Model then the Mechanicum one. He does not have the items that TalOS had, nor did have the inherent religious purpose that allowed the Primarch to attain his force of Knights.

With such a thing though TalOS did have his solution, “The best way for them to unify under you might just be to make them your people. Make them the people of Ultramar.”

“Assimilation? How far should I go?” Guilliman questioned as he sought further council and ideas.

“It would need to be concentrated and powerful to uproot whatever was there before. IT will need to be enticing as well as a unifier.” TalOS told his brother as he knew the second issue, “It will be hard to exact it on a conquered people, but it can be done. You need to make them want it.”

“I will need to invest into them heavily then. A simple fortress will not be enough to get them to turn their tide.” Guilliman answered as he gave a surefire nod of understanding, “I was thinking the same, I just did not know if there was any other options.”

“There are options but I would think that's the best one for you.” TalOS pointed out as he gave a hearty laugh, “You don’t have the direct blessings of a God upon your side, so I think thats the best thing for you.”

The Son of Ultramar gave a barked laugh as he heard that, “We will see, I believe my people will be able to surprise me.”

TalOS could taste the respect upon his soul when Guilliman said those words. It was a powerful respect of a man who was looking for a fellow who could closely be called a friend. Such a thing was nice to TalOS, especially because Guilliman was constantly fighting the urges of being so close to a Pariah.

“TalOS.” Rogal Dorn finally called out as he focused squarely upon his brother, “It is time, we have a war to wage.”

TalOS gained a smile as he felt out his muscles, excitement bringing adrenaline as the ever present connection of Particep Semper knew what was to happen, “Indeed, let it be a good war.”

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The first to arrive in what was classified as system 107-302 was the first eyes the Imperium and Mechanicum had within the region. This was the moment that the Orks were confirmed to be within the Region for TalOS and his brother to both see from a Vid recording.

TalOS decided to leave the Ork extermination to those who had become near perfect professionals at it. Dorn quickly started the organization and the distribution of forces along while TalOS helped facilitate the conversations between him and the Mechanicum adepts.

The force that TalOS brought was not the greatest number, for this mission did not need a full two legions to work upon it. What helped TalOS not give to many was the fact that his old predecessor, Lucius the Elder, was within the fleet with what was the largest auxiliary ever to have been given.

It was a good moment for TalOS to reunite with the old Fabricator General. The man was taking his new position well and had little issue with what TalOS was doing in the Federation. Such words were like music to the ears of TalOS, who in truth still saw himself as living to the legacy of the man.

The tactics that the Imperial Fists used were what was expected. Upon a barren world massive fortifications were built in an attempt to dare the Ork to war. When it came to Orks daring them to go into war was so easy a child could do it. It was only because TalOS trusted the Imperial Fists and their fortifications that he went along with it, for any mortal general worth their salt would have considered such a thing suicide.

Powerful void shields that could only be built upon the surface of planets easily destroyed the incoming Ork rocks that would have impacted the structure, causing the horde to throw themselves at the planet instead. Upon the planet was Rogal Dorn, organizing the defense with the assistance of Lucius the Elder as his communications operator.

There was however no need to have two Primarchs upon the same region, no matter how much TalOS wanted to help his brother more directly. The two of them agreed that they needed to sever the network of resources to keep the Orks from reinforcing themselves.

When it came to taking armed forced from the Federation, TalOS had take one primary thing instead of his full Legion. When dealing with Orks it was the perfect weapon to use against them, for as TalOS’s Blackstone Fortress entered the first of the Ork controlled worlds the slaughter began.

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When one was upon a Titan as grand as Particep Semper there was barely another feeling worse than the moment of disconnection. Being one with the Titan was something that made the Primarch feel like he was invincible. To be the God upon the battlefield was something none of his brothers will ever understand themselves.

The world below them was scarred but still livable. The scouts had informed TalOS that the planet was home to a series of human slaves which meant they could not outright blow the planet apart with the Blackstone Fortress’s guns. That, and that the Imperium did not look kindly to Exterminatus because they could not recover their worlds as easily as the Mechanicum could.

As for the reason TalOS was still shaking off the effects of the Throne Mechanicum and not helping in the sweeping of the lands beneath him was those that came into the system after TalOS arrived. When the bogies arrived TalOS was interested but held them off for the battle was yet to be won.

Such situations had changed, and since they were using Vox communication it was reasonable to see them as humans too.

+UZ1.+ TalOS called out to his companion with a faint smile, +Tell the new arrivals that I will welcome them.+

+I will do so.+ She answered with a bow and walked out of the room.

TalOS felt his sons tense as they all prepared themselves for what was first contact with a new civilization. While scans showed the enemy did not have anything that could outright kill TalOS, thanks to the numerous modifications he had, they were shown to be proficient with human technology.

The one to enter TalOS’s room was not one of the scouts but a diplomat. Such was that while TalOS was spending roughly a week blitzing the planet below these fellows had gathered a small fleet in the region of the Blackstone Fortress.

The man who was before TalOS had a series of augmentations that would have been considered tame by Mechanicum standards. There was no major skull restructuring nor was there any large organs replaced. One eye was replaced it seemed, along with a series of small devices that were going down to his neck.

Looking upon him TalOS knew there was at least one piece of technology that has yet to be known to the Mechanicum. Such thoughts was enough to make TalOS salivate at the aspect of lost knowledge.