Similarly like before, Gansukh remained in deep concentration, his mind unfurling like a steppe wind. He had enough control not to launch the hurricane before it was actually required, ignoring Goreparan's comments and letting Frederick do the talking for the human psyker seemed to be the most reasonable one. Of course, his own mind was pretty much set but he kept such information a secret for now. Too much heresy has been said here today and there was only one real way to resolve this situation.
Tyr was undaunted by the presence of the so called primarch, even in the ancient days previus heroes of his kin had been send to watch over primarchs, and watch them in the Imperiums darkest hours. "You say we are to earn your trust? I would say it is the exact oposite, How could we possibly belive one of the 2 losts ones are in stasis on a supposedly dead and drained imperial outpost? You cant impose your mind on me creature" he said keeping himself steeled for any sudden changes, this situation was too wrong, like a troll touched by wyrdglimmer
@TuskatheDaemonKilla "Need a hand?" red said as he looked to Lanius the Crusader deiced to see if he could help out Lanius with his leg damaged maybe he would require some help getting parts or needing him to run to the forge to get a replacement.
@Colapse @Grall_Stonefist @Uriel1339 When the minotaur realized that the physker was not attacking but instead shielding the mortals around them he put down his arms and said to softly but still audibly Gansukh "My apologizes, i did not relize your intent or action". After a few moments of slince he turned to the rest of the group and addressed them "The data terminal indicates no major mutation aside from the physker gene, minor mutations are a severely weakened Neuroglottis, and a slightly weakened Mucranoid. All data seems to indicate normality relatively speaking. However bear in mind that i can only verity that the data is true, i can not verify if any thing he has said is truth or not"
~~ Tyran - Narrator - Franc HQ ~~ @Colapse - Gansukh Oyoma, White Scar (SM) Stormseer @Tamu - Goreparan, Minotaur (SM) Apothecary @Grall_Stonefist - Tyr Nosebreaker, Space Wolf (SM) Grey Hunter ----- @BadDo9 - Denton 'Longfang' Reach, Catachan (M) Jungle Fighter @KorCharon - Phyrrus Ataraxus, Terran (M) Palantine Sentinel @Donairian - Frederick Cooper, Human (M) Primaris Psyker ----- @Wata - Alnar, Eldar (M) Corsair Reaver "Because. Those that you call Tyranids cannot destroy their creator, Son of the Exterminator Russ..." Mendum Alvus replied with a groan. "And of course I was removed from all records by my brothers! I was their laughing stock, after all. The legionless Primarch, they spat at me. Not even Vulkan could be around me. Not even at Ullanor was I invited! Instead I was kept away by the Emperor like a monster in a cage... I begged days and nights to simply make use of my gift, claim an alien empire as my legion even! ... And he allowed me, after he returned from Ullanor and declared Horus the Warmaster... Till today I do not know if he came back for me. Or if there was another reason... Either way..." There was a sudden pause for several moments. "He sent me beyond our galaxy to fight a threat greater than anything else we would ever face. Something that also Magnus had seen more than once... Finally I was given purpose... Yet... When I found the threat. I saw not a threat but... A Legion. They succumbed to my will without any effort whatsoever! Like bees to their queen. Like... boys to their father. They ate and ate and ate. But I... I gave them purpose. Molded them into a proper legion. Gave them queens for Captains. Warriors for Sergeants. Gaunts for Legionnaires... And once I came here... Malcador imprisoned me... But a few centuries ago... My summons finally rang through the warp shield that the Sigillite erected and my legion arrived... Only for them to never uncover me. Frustrated they hurried for the next best thing... The Astronomicon... Soooo sons of my brothers... Free meeee. So I can bring peace to my legion! Resurrect the Great Crusade!" The final part he sent roaring enough to shake the very room. The lone non-Imperial human at the tip of the group stood closer Gansukh than before, feeling the protection of his winds and how it silenced the claws of these 'Mendum Alvus' as he introduced himself earlier. The glass on the stasis capsule started to form a crack, although Goreparan could not tell why. The temperature did not change, the Primarch was still completely immobile. Unless he truly weaponized his very thoughts. The group truly had to consider fighting the Primarch at this rate, or plan for their escape. Either they would continue to go with their belief and handle this beast as a Tyranid beast which would make it more than killable. Or they would be wrong and this creature indeed was a Primarch. Then what chance would they stand against a Son of the Emperor? ~~ The Darkest Night - Narrator - Back On-Board~~ @Maleth - Felthernia Nar'Therena, Starlen (F) Assassin @Taec - Laeris, Dark Eldar (M) Trueborn ----- @Vulpas - Red Tarsinis, Human (M) Crusader @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Lanius Skyruss, Human (M) Tech Priest "I will let Amleth know. Not like any of his slave-aliens will be around for long." Varuuk mused towards Lanius, looking over to Red as he approached. "I know how you must feel, Crusader. But either way. Believe me that it was the right thing to do. The Inquisition offers only the Emperor's Mercy, which we both know is death. Tyran was going to be purged once more at our hands. Earlier. Or later. That said... I'm in no condition to hunt the damned Dark Eldar." He resisted the wince from his pain caused by Lanius on a multitude of things. "He is most likely heading for the hangar. I doubt he is going to risk this opportunity to exact vengeance on Amleth or anyone else, for that matter." The guards maintained safety in the area with medicae rushing towards Lanius' side, only to see there was nothing for them to do. Instead they turned towards Varuuk who just turned them away, leaving his self-healing capabilities to their work.
“No Red, I do not need the assistance of one not trained in the matters of the machine.” Lanius said emotionlessly as he shooed away the medicae. He understood their sentiment and Red’s concern but he was perfectly capable of repairing himself. “I simply require time and I should at least be able to walk.” As he spoke his mechadendrites began moving, tool tipped mechanical tendrils and grasping manipulator tendrils working under his mental command as he wished to repair himself enough so he would not be stuck here or have to suffer the indignity of being carried around. Lanius also did not care for the Captain’s words though he did enjoy that he caused the irritating man some amount of pain. Of course this was impossible to read from him which Lanius rather appreciated.
"Malcador the Sigilite died ten thousand years ago and his name is still reveared throughout the Imperium. Forgive me, but I simply don't trust this creature. Hive Mind knows of it's existence and watches over it while this primarch's words are too good to be true, so I still suspect a trap." "And even if its words are not false, who are we to question Emperor's decision? There must be a reason why this thing was imprisoned here, something it hides from us," Gansukh finally spoke, addressing his brothers. "I stand by my decision from earlier but since you have seniority, I'll follow your orders on this."
Cooper recoiled at the psychic power now permeating the room, he lifted his free hand to his head as he felt the Immaterium roil. Letting his thoughts settle he took his free hand from his forehead and gestured a sigil of sanctity in the air still keeping his eyes closed as he did so. Frederick looked directly at the cracks in the stasis chamber even though he didn't need his eyes to see. His neural implants sparked again as he mentally prepared himself to cast a molten beam into the chamber should it be breached from within the force stave began to glow luminously. After Gansukh had finished Cooper continued, maintaining his confidence he expanded on the Librarian's point. 'I will concur with my colleague, Malcador the Sigilite died ten millenia ago he could not have imprisoned you, yet there is another problem with your story. You say that the Emperor sent you beyond the galaxy to fight a great threat and that you found the Tyranids, but you did not destroy them, you joined them as thus defied his will. How are we expected to believe or trust a Primarch that spouts such treason?' Cooper's augments sparked again, he was focused now his thoughts shielded. His face was set into grim determination as he awaited imminent confrontation.
@Donairian @Uriel1339 @Colapse @Grall_Stonefist “To seek to utilize the Tyranids is the same as making peace treaties with orcs or recreating A.I, Primarch or not the sheer fact that you seek this course of action goes against not only common sense but also the emperor and the Imperium.” Growled goreparan in a deep voice his ire plain for all to hear. “On the off chance, this fool is a primarch or more likely some form of experiments utilizing primarch D.N.A not known to us but kept hidden by the inquisition we wont be able to fight it. Instead of waiting here and confronting it to give it access to our gear and minds I would rather we vacate this room and find some way to slow it or trap it here. No matter what we cannot let him be star borne or fail to let what occurred here be learned by the Inquisition and the Imperium” Said the minotaur as he searched the room for anything resembling a failsafe’s or mechanism he could use to slow the thing down or trap it. Goreparan began to frantically multitask utilizing as much speed as he could. He looked around the various monitors in an attempted to find failsafe’s while also sending messages to the ship to inform the captain and inquisitors about the situation along with advising them to prepare the ship's weaponry to fire or at the very least get the ship ready to warp out. He would also try to warn the humans above to start evacuating and to get ready to seal the entire section soon telling them that the trapped being was on the verge of breaking out. The minotaur judged that it was safer to strand the thing on this planet rather than letting it have access to a starship. At the very least the ship could warn the wider Imperium about the threat as if the thing could control the nids then no doubt sooner or later a tendril of the devourer would come back to this planet. Soon Goreparan found a lockdown mechanisms and informed the others. "Leave , i will lock this section down and then lock down the others around it. Ive set a timer on it to give us some time but i will not hesitate to activate it instantly if need be" roared the minotaur as he did as he had said.
"If your words are true, then you are Indeed a heretic of the sidst caliber even if your farfecthed stories where to be true, the damnation is only greater," Tyr said before listening tonthe words of the others. "No we cannot leave this being unsurpervised, the stasis as we see here is clearly faulty, not even the warp breaks true stasis fields, i Call to enact the most ancient of the Vlka Fenryka decrees, to Watch over the primarchs of other legions, and if necesary. Do what is necesary" he then said standing undaunted, if this truly was one of the 2 lost and his story was true, then Tyr purpose was now completely singuler, by the words of Russ and the Allfarther himself.
