I'm afraid to say that no, I have no beta, and I have never looked for one (because releasing my work on someone elses time frame doesn't appeal to me I'm sorry to say). Typos are an unfortunate reality of my work, hampered by typing on an IPhone, rather than a computer. They jar me as much as anyone, but periodically I look through my work and revise chapters of it.
As for your suggestion of dialogues between the new Revenants and the M41 models... well, suffice it to say, already been considered, as you'll see in this chapter. Thank you for reading and I hope you - and the rest of my readers - will enjoy this next chapter.
Additional note; the name Gamma Dragons is derived from a Chapter created by Primarch11 of warhammer40kfanon dot wikia dot com, with his kind permission.
From the Imperial Records, M36, on the Second Founding.
It was a time of change for the mighty Imperium the Emperor had built. None know quite what instigated it, but all knew it's result. The ten thousand strong Legions of Marines, for so long a force of conquest alone, were divided into Chapters - thousand strong armies of Marines, designed to operate autonomously under a Chapter Master, answerable only to the Emperor himself, assigned at his will or their Master's. Luna Wolves became the Sons of Horus, and the name Luna Wolves became that of a separate Chapter, as well as the Scions of Terra. The Imperial Fists gave rise to the Revenants, the Black Templars and the Crimson Fists. The Alpha Legion gave rise to the Beta Knights, Gamma Dragons and the Delta Marines. The Ultramarines spawned the Novamarines, Mortifactors, and a dozen others. And so it goes.
Jared Severus looked upon his home world with eyes that shone. Peace was even more beautiful than he remembered, and to look upon his home filled Severus with an intangible sense of home, despite the fact that they were further from home than Severus had ever been.
"The planet was confirmed compliant a century ago," Severus' aid, a young newly minted Revenant Marine named Takis, said, arriving with a data chart. "Pacifistic philosophers, scholars, and the bare minimum of Soldiers contributed." The young Marine looked up, a frown showing on his face. "Are you sure this is the right place, milord?"
"I'm certain," Severus said, not entirely patiently - Takis was a good Marine, just not a good example of a Revenant - and he turned around to face his aid. "Don't presume anything about this world. It may not be the perfect example of a war-loving Imperial planet but its people are honourable."
"I accept your wisdom in this matter, milord," Takis murmured, bowing. He was a good man, and no doubt would serve well. "I have your dropship prepared for your meeting with the people's Council of Peace."
"Thank you, Takis," Severus said. "Have Sergeant Nathaniel and his squad meet myself and Chaplain Marcus at the dropship, once Marcus has concluded his prayers."
Severus thought he could detect a faint frown on Takis' face, but it swiftly vanished when the Marine saluted and left. Severus sighed. Try as the new Revenants might, few could comprehend everything about the M41 Marines. Few could even try.
Especially not the praying.
"We are the Emperor's Sword."
"We will never break."
"We are humanity's shield."
"We will never buckle."
"We are the champions of mankind."
"We will never back down."
"We are the heralds of civilisation."
"We will never falter."
"We are the Angels of Death."
"We will never fear."
Chaplain Marcus had created that prayer himself. No specific religious undertones, merely a message with a tiny bit of faith thrown in. Safer that way. The Marines, having finished the prayers, left in an orderly fashion, leaving Marcus to his thoughts.
He had recently begun a correspondence with Erebus, Senior Chaplain of the Word Bearer's successors, the Zealous Sons. Erebus had contacted him shortly after the formation of his own Chapter, apparently on the instruction of Lorgar, and the two often shared nuggets of wisdom about faith.
Marcus had looked up the records on Erebus - since the man was a Word Bearer by blood, Marcus felt that caution was prudent. However, the discussions the men had showed no sign of taint, and Marcus had been a Chaplain long enough to know the smell when he met it, at least in his own opinion. Erebus did not smell like such a traitor.
"Marcus?" a voice came into the sanctum, and the Chaplain turned to see Takis looking at him. "The Chapter Master requires your presence at the dropship."
Marcus still had trouble thinking of his Captain as Chapter Master, as much as he had trouble thinking of himself as the senior Chaplain - and, he reminded himself, the one responsible for putting the Doctrine into practice, editing the thing and writing a sacred copy to be kept sacrosanct. Not to mention he would have to start strapping the book on his back as well.
"Tell him I am on my way," the Chaplain said. He double checked everything, and then turned to leave.
He stopped, and turned. For a moment, he thought he could hear a voice. Then he dismissed it as his own imagination.
"Getting old, Marcus," he said softly.
"Well," Severus said, smiling at his old friend as the Chaplain came into view. "Are we ready to get underway?"
"As ever, Chapter Master," said Marcus, his skull helm affixed to his belt. Severus smiled as the two Marines and the Tactical squad entered the dropship.
"I admit myself eager to see Peace," Marcus confided, as the dropship descended. "It'll be a welcome reminder of home."
"I'd rather have the one we remember," Sergeant Varl put in. Severus grimaced at the Sergeant's bluntness, but nodded.
"How are the men holding up?" Severus asked Varl.
"Well, forgive me if I'm blunt sir," Varl put in, "but the men feel... somewhat out of place. The Chapter has yet to organise, their Captain appears to be getting promoted, and nothing here is quite how we remember it. So naturally the Brothers are disjointed."
"Such feelings are natural," Marcus said. "I have no doubt that they will fade in time."
"I hope they do," Severus said, a slight frown furrowing his features. "It is all well and good being disjointed, Varl, but we are Marines. We are creatures of duty first."
"It's all well and good saying that my lord, but what is our duty here?" Varl asked.
"The same as always, Brother Sergeant," Marcus answered before Severus could respond. "Serve the Emperor. Defend the Imperium."