Incompetent fool. It was the only two words that filled his mind as he spoke to the arrogant Planetary Governor. Chapter Master Malkus sat at the head of the table, tapping the glass coating with his large fingers. The table was located inside the Imperial Palace on a world known as Korlea, a Hive world containing billions of souls, at the table sat rich and old Cartel owners with their assistants that held data pads containing any information they may need for the meeting, number of weapon stockpiles, how many vehicles they had that were sellable, all this information was at their disposal. He liked imperials, but only to a extent, and right now, they were pushing it.

"Enough! The Golden Throne be damned! I can't take this cursed ranting!" Malkus finally shouted, his voice booming over all others, instantly, the room quieted, the arrogant imperials had just made the wrong move, making a Astartes curdle with sheer rage, it filled his veins, and if left uncheck, would soon consume him, and the resulting fallout of his explosion, would be horrid to these aristocrats beyond belief.

"I am tired of this Emperor damned bickering, it does not matter if you can salvage your Cartel's, and by the time the Orks invade we will blow them to the warp! They cannot be allowed such salvage to construct their vehicles, this is the final jurisdiction, a week from now, you will all be evacuated to the capitol Spire, and there will be no complaining. I feel as if I'm talking to children!" He sat back in his seat, awaiting the immanent response. He buried his head inside his hands, rubbing his temples as the first of the complaints rolled in.

"Chapter Master Malkus, that is unacceptable, I have spent my whole entire life building the Berithmue Cartel to where it is, we cannot afford to blow it. I demand you send a company of your finest Astartes to defend it! Else you will not be provided my ammunition!" A wrinkly old man shouted, he had under gone many surgeries to look younger; it looked as if his whole entire body was plastic, a toy you would give a mere child.

"Alright then sirs, since it seems you are commanding me now, my White Angels will be on our way, it is a sad day when a pathetic Cartel owner disrespects an angel of death. And it shall not be tolerated, we are not yours to command, we chose who are worthy to protect, and so far, I have seen little evidence to prove you all worthy of life." The room quieted, glares all pointed into the direction of the elder, but he continued. As a babe he must've been dropped on his head. The thought put a smirk on his face.

"I am more impo-" His words were halted almost immediately. Malkus had reached his hand to his belt and pulled out his giant bolter pistol, one that had served him well by killing hundreds of heretics, and now, it may very well be used to kill the incompetence that was placed before him. He set the weapon on the glass table, making a dull thud and a slight crack in the once pure surface. His glare was cool, his green eyes looking dead on at the elderly man, speaking that shutting his mouth my very well be the only thing to save him from this situation.

"What is your name you arrogant husk?" Malkus asked, leaning back into the chair, even though it barely held him, it still was comfortable to sit in, unlike the chairs aboard the "Emperor's vengeance" there holy fortress monastery, currently orbiting the planet. "I like to know a man's name before I kill him." He said the tone equally as cool as his glare; it felt natural on his face, as if he won born into the world wearing it. The blood in the face of the elder drained completely, it reminded him of a man who bleeds out, there last dyeing moments there weakest. The only sound in the room was the distant construction of new defenses to the Capitol Spire, the Orks were soon to be planet bound, and the White Angels Chapter of Space Marines needed all the advantages they could receive to destroy the imminent Green Skin threat.

"M-my name is D-D-Deputis my lord, pl-" Before he could finish, Malkus interrupted the old man, not eager to her his last begging words, yet he wouldn't kill him, there would be too much whip lash involved, it was better to have people respect you instead of fearing you.

"I will not kill you Deputis, for I fear time may do that deed for me, but I want you to know, Deputis, never, ever, disrespect me again, else my bolter will deal death to you. This, I swear. This as well goes for all of you. I am an Astartes, and I damn well deserve to be treated as one. Am I clear?!" The Chapter Master yelled across the room, silence was the only thing to replace it after the screech faded, it was a silent agreement he assumed.

Malkus's eyes went to the P.D.F. commander's breast plate, reading the name 'Davian'. "The Green skins will be here in 7 days time, we will use the time provided to circulate a plan. First, however, I need to know what resources we have. Davian, how many P.D.F. do we have?" The question was addressed to the Planetary Defense Force commander, a well trimmed man dressed in the traditional garbs of a commander of the Emperor's Hammer.

He scrambled, grabbing up his data pad and reading the number clearly. "Our current number of Guardsmen is 231,569. With seven armor columns consisting of 300 vehicles each, currently all P.D.F. divisions are being deployed to salvage any valuable resources from the Cartel compounds." His voice was eerily clear, odd for a commander of toy soldiers.

A sigh escaped his mouth, one of anger. "These numbers are absolutely unacceptable. I want all able bodied men to receive las-guns and a set of armor. The Orks will be too great of number to withstand with such a meager number. We will be overwhelmed within a matter of hours if this is this case, and I assure you Davian, I do not plan to end my vigilance over the Chapter just yet."

Davian spoke up loudly, it was clear he was new to this position; he was arrogant to say the least. "Sir, these will just be men without a clue how to fire las-guns. They'll be massacred." A frown played across his face.

"I am counting on it Davian, they'll weaken and distract the Ork army, they will all fall in the name of the Emperor. A most glorious death indeed, if you were to ask me, they must sacrifice themselves for the better meant of the Imperium." Davian formed a look of disgust, horrified at what Malkus suggested.

"Sir, these are human beings, you can't just kill them, I will not do such a horrible act, your speak is heretical, Malkus." Davian had made the worst mistake in his whole entire life. Accusing a Chapter Master of heresy, and he would pay dearly for such a horrid act, it was more insulting then anything he could possibly think of.

"Davian, you accuse me of heresy and you shall play deeply for it, no man accused me of such actions, I merely wish to destroy the Ork invaders, and to so, all able bodied men will report to the forward command base for assignment, they are to be considered drafted. As for you, Davian."

Malkus stood; picking up the clean, cold metal of the bolter, it was aimed at the small head of Commander Davian, whose eyes were wide with fear, his mouth opened slightly in realization. "As for you Davian, you are relieved." His finger clicked the hair trigger of the bolter, the bullet firing from the chamber and landing between his eyes, his body fell to the floor with a thud, the council members looked on in horror. Malkus, was frowning deeply, hating the loss of life that had just been inflicted.

"You will all, listen now." He sat, and for the rest of the meeting, they did.