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"Welcome back readers!" Slim Prime called appearing in his chair within the archives. "We have another chapter of Lords of War to provide some semblance of decent 40k crossover martial."

A eldics horror appeared for a moment letting out singler laugh before disappearing back to wherever he came from.

"Hey I don't see you trying!" Slim yelled at the creature after it had left. "Anyways I wanted to clear up some misconceptions that some of you might have gotten from the last chapter. Forge/Vulkan is not a demigod son of Hephaestus. Hephaestus discovered Forge before he awakened Vulkan and took a liking to him. Basically Hephaestus adopted him but Forge/Vulkan does not have any form of blessing from Hephaestus. He is only his son in adoption and adoption only."

Slim relaxed in his chair. "Also you might find that this chapter has an upsetting… conclusion. Someone on the ship, not naming any names here you know who you are, was talking smack and might have affected the ending of this chapter. So there is the reason for that."

"Now let us look at some guest reviews. There was a lot of stomping in the reviews let me tell you."

Somerandomperson (reply by Slim A Lou Prime): I am always happy to hear a day was made better with the induction of my stories. Makes me all tingly on the insides! Hahaha indeed… hey maybe we should make a stomp counter? What do you think, oh editor of mine?

"Not a bad idea, it would be interesting to see how long of a streak we can get going."

Alright then!

Oh yeah that was a fun write! The person I had writing the hunter quit writing her after he came up with that one. It still makes me laugh just thinking about her reaction. Dear old R.O.W. also had to take a fat moment to reply to her in the story. Really thanks for telling me, ADHD do that to me sometimes.

Ghostly (Reply by Slim A Lou Prime): Like I said above Forge/Vulkan is not Hephaestus' demigod child. Forge/Vulkan is and always will be his own… person… pimrach… ork… thing. The person I have writing Forge/Vulkan refused to do any other version of Vulkan. Though unlike TTS Vulkan there is no ork bitz in tha git. You hit it right on the nose my guy. The person who has Lorgar's soul is a deeply religious Catholic/Protestant person. Nope no big E here as some he wanted his sons to have a fresh restart on Terra without his interference. For a story reason this would also mean that the Emperor would not be there to set his creations in a set direction. Without him they have to figure that out for themselves.

Hulek (Reply by Slim A Lou Prime): Indeed my dear reader.

Now onto the story. (Stomp counter:2)

"If we fought, who would win?" - Leman Russ Primarch of the Space Wolves

It had been some time since I left my mountain. Some time since I began to search for my "siblings". I did ask Russ if his siblings were blood related. He answered in the negative, yet they all shared a common creator they referred to as a parent, though he was raised by a wolf and the men of his home world. The main reason they referred to each other as siblings was because they had a common creator or at most had some form of relationship with the other, though he could not remember if he had one with his siblings.

I realized that deep down Russ felt some form of love for his siblings, even the ones that made him feel angry for some reason. He felt like an older sibling that protected his younger siblings even if he did not like them. At the end of the day they were still his siblings and that meant he would point them in the right direction if they went astray. I attempted to share some of the names that had popped into my head when I was young, yet every time I would get an emotion out of him. He could not remember the people these names were attached to. That seemed to anger him the most, that someone had messed with his memories.

The feeling of something small jumping onto my back dragged me out of my mental conversation with Russ. I turned my head to see one of the small children of the reservation hanging off my back. A smile was on her face, most likely due to the fact that she believed she had snuck up on me without my notice. More times than not I just let her have her fun, as my nose could pick up the scents of anyone nearby or far away. That and Freki and Geri would start growling if someone new came along.

Elu, the girl who was hanging off my back, was seven years old. She had the standard Dakota tribe look to her, a little on the short side. Though it was a given as everyone was short compared to me. She wore a pink shirt with flowers on it and tan shorts. She also maintained a smile whenever she saw him, and she was a trusting person. She liked to play with Geri the most and attempted to ride him on multiple occasions. To Geri's credit he did his best to humor the little girl, he would let out an annoyed growl at her especially after being woken from a nap.

I could have sworn I heard Freki chuckle at his brother's expense.

I had been with the Dakota tribe for some time now since I wandered into their reservation. Long story short I had caught a whiff of some monsters and decided to track them down. This led me to finding a monster chasing down Elu. Needless to say I ended that monster's hunt right there. Not long after a small group of Indians found us. They were hostile towards me at first but once Elu explained to them that I had saved her they became friendly very quickly.

They offered me a place to stay until I decided to move on. Reluctantly I accepted as I had not had a warm place to sleep in a while. Though it was not like the cold of the night really affected me in the slightest. That and… Elu was begging me to stay and despite what many believed it was hard to say no to a little girl with that much excitement and wonder in her eyes.

That was about a month ago, and Russ was starting to give me the subtle nudges that I needed to keep moving again. He was very insistent on the fact that I needed to find his, our, siblings. Thought I knew a lot of the people, mostly the children, would be sad to see me go. I made it a point to help out around the reservation whenever I could as I did not like the idea of anyone thinking that I was a freeloader. Through my work I made a name for myself, the people here gave me the nickname Big Wolf, the originals on that name obvious. Needed something big and heavy moved? Talk to Big Wolf. Needed help building something but could not seem to find any help? Call Big Wolf. Think that your daughter's boyfriend is getting a little too close to your daughter too soon? Tell Big Wolf.

Though I was not the only one getting notability around here, Geri and Freki were getting some of the attention as well. I might have asked if one of them could guard a house for the next as the family suspected something was going on at night. Sometimes they would watch over a teenage party and make sure none of them went off to copulate with someone else. I suppose nothing would turn off a young pair faster than a huge wolf sitting over them giving them the disappointing stare.

Though I soon learned that the teenagers around here found out that Geri and Freki are very smart and can be bargained with. Offer a big juicy steak and they would leave you to your own business. Given their size however, a teen could only afford to buy a stake big enough for them so many times. Some would try to give them bones, but bones only lasted so long with their powerful jaws.

I would admit that it was a nice life I had going on, but all good things would come to an end. Something I would miss more than others. Sometimes I would spend a day watching over some kids while their parents were off working. My hair had grown out since I left my mountain, normally I would have cut it to be short again but I always seemed to just forget about it as time went on. As such I normally kept it in a wolf tail so it would not get in my face as often. The sides of my hair were still growing out. More times than not I would find myself the subject of the childrens', mostly the girls, antics. Mainly they would braid my lose hair. They would undo it after they were finished, but that was so they could start right away next time.

The boys I babysat were more interested in play fighting as boys were. If anything, it was a lesson in self-control as I could accidentally hurt one of them very easily. Hell my strength had come such a long way I could not even feel their sticks pushing on mine. If anything, I had to pretend that they could even push my stick back an inch. Let alone Russ' fighting skill taking over my instincts, I almost punched a kid because of his sloppy attack. Luckily, no injuries have occurred because of our play fights.

Any monsters that entered the area I led away from the housing before swiftly killing it. As I did not want anyone to know about all the monsters that did exist, even if the people living there believed in spirits and evil spirits. Some of them thought I was a spirit possessing someone. I did my best to avoid anything that might make them think as such even more than they already did.

"Are you going to be watching us again when momma leaves for work?" Elu asked excitedly.

"Maybe, I have a lot to do today. I'm sure one of the elders could do it." I replied to the girl hanging off my back.

"But I like it more when you watch us!"

I was spared out of this back-and-forth dialogue as a car began to pull up to the small house I lived in. The car parked off to the side of the house and out came one of the tribal council men by the name of Mitena. A man of about thirty-four and one of the more influential members of the tribal council. Like most of the Dakota tribe he too had black hair and dark colored eyes. He wore a simple dark blue buttoned shirt with black slacks and a belt. He smiled at me as he stepped up onto the porch.

"Good morning, Marrok." Mitena greeted me.

"Good morning Mitena. What brings you here?" I replied.

"I wanted to speak with you about something." He answered before looking over to Elu. "Elu, could you go back home? Mr. Marrok and I have some things to talk about."

She pouted but let go of me and started off towards home again, giving Geri a pet on the way out. With Elu gone Mitena spoke.

"I have heard word that you plan to move on again."

I nodded in confirmation. "I do, this is a nice place but I need to move on again."

"I understand. The tribe will miss you. Most of the people have gotten used to your help and the children love to be around you. But as the summer gives way to the fall good things come and go."

"An unfortunate truth." I answered, looking off towards the hills and mountains in the distance. "If I can I will endeavor to return."

"We would be honored to host your return. When do you plan to leave?"

"At day's end. I wouldn't want to leave without saying goodbye to everyone."

"I can organize a going away party."

I chuckled, Leman's personality had already begun to rub off on me. If there was one thing Leman Russ liked it was a good party. Though parties were best thrown when there was something happy about to celebrate.

"Tell you what, you can throw a party when I return. I think everyone will enjoy that more." I reasoned.

"Very well, we will throw a large party when you come back. We shall be counting the days." He answered.

"As will I." I said standing up, my pack brothers following after me. "Well, I should get started with the day."

Mitena nodded before heading back to his car.

The day went by rather quickly, quicker than I'd like. After working on a house under construction for the better part of the day I found my ears picking up the sound of shouting. It was coming from the edge of the reservation, around the main road leading in. Though I was too far way to make out the words, I could tell one voice was female and the other was male. The female voice was much stronger than the male. It was not as if the female wasn't yelling louder than the male, it was more of the female had larger vocal cords then the male. I felt Russ begin to stir within my soul. He was sensing something I was not.

'What is it?' I asked my other self.

'hmm, I believe one of our siblings is near.' Russ growled.

'Why don't you sound very happy about that?'

'My instincts tell me to prepare for battle, no doubt they come from my lost memories. I do not think this was one of my siblings I… got along with.' Russ finished.

I looked back towards the sound of the yelling. If I had to guess the reservation officers saw someone suspicious walking on res land and decided to stop them. Said person was less than willing to leave and was not taking no for an answer. Though if this was one of our siblings then I had a feeling that these officers did not quite know just how outclassed they were.

As if the world could not let him have a break, the sound of a gunshot going off dropped me out of my thoughts. In an instant I was hauling ass towards the sounds of yelling. Before I got closer a few more gunshots rang out followed by the sound of a shotgun firing off a round.

Not before long I spotted the scene of the crime. Before me was a very tall woman, tall as in only a head shorter than me, with long bound hair and dark almost red-looking eyes. For her size she would be considered slim though did not lack muscle. Her white shirt was loose though her breasts were still clearly seen. Her jeans were rugged and dirty with patches of dirt and black spots which I assumed to be oil based on the smell.

Around her were the barely moving bodies of the reservation officers, all of them having the wind knocked out of them. Clearly they had met the business end of this woman's fists. The officers' guns were on the ground near their owners, all of them having been ripped apart as if by a powerful force. The shotgun that I had heard on my way here was broken in two. A piece of the firearm was resting in the woman's hands.

Soon after I arrived the woman's eyes darted to me. She quickly took in my appearance starting from my head and making her way down. When she was finished her eyes shot back up to meet mine. She did not show any body language based on her thoughts of me. She just stood there staring me down.

Suddenly an armored giant began to take shape behind her. A tall human in white and golden trimmed armor soon fully took shape. The armor itself was blocky looking, hiding the wearer's figure completely except for the exposed head. There was an eye looking red germ in various places in the armor, the most prominent of them was the one in the center of the chest plate. I also noticed the emblem of the armor, a front appearance of a black wolf biting down on what looked to be a crescent moon. There was also a pelt of a large brown wolf hung sideways over the upper part of the armor. Along with a red cape that almost touched the ground.

The face of the armored being was definitely female as she had the same appearance of the woman in front of her yet older and slightly longer blonde hair. Even in all that armor she still looked beautiful, almost unnaturally so.

Then there was the woman's weapons. Attached to her back was a huge maul easy the size of a normally big human. From my position I could only see the lower end of the weapon's shaft and the head. The weapon's head was about the size of my head if not a bit bigger with large spikes producing out of the weapon. A large sword was shelved at the waist of the woman under her left arm, larger than any normal human but could be nothing more than a longer standard sword for her. Then there was her right arm/gauntlet. It was much bigger than her other arm, leading me to believe her right arm was meant to be used solely as a melee weapon given the long claw-like fingers. There was also a double barreled "gun" mounted on top of her right gauntlet with a belt coming out of the side of it and connecting to an unseen port at the back of her armor.

Needless to say, this woman was a walking tank in that armor.

The woman smiled. "We meet at last, brother. You must forgive me if I do not remember your name, my memory has continued to fail me since my awakening."

Though she was looking at me I had a feeling she was speaking to Russ rather than me.

Like the woman had, Russ' armored form took shape behind me. I looked behind me to see his predator smile directed at the woman, much to my surprise as I was expecting him to be frowning. It was almost like he had put on a mask belonging to a tribal leader. For all his boisterous talk and mannerisms that have come out since he started talking, I could never forget those cold calculating eyes that I saw when we first met.

"Sister." Russ replied, almost tasting the word in his mouth. "It would seem that you and I are in the same boat as I do not remember you either. Yet my instincts tell me otherwise."

I noticed that he did not give his name.

"I see we are being plain with each other then." The armored woman replied. "Then I will admit I too feel the need to prepare myself for an incoming attack. So let us introduce ourselves like proper human beings. I am Hathor Lupercal, and this'' Hathor gestured to the woman in front of her. "is Asenath Lupercal."

"Asenath Saidi." The young woman corrected sharply. Hathor, in turn, simply gave her a knowing smile.

Russ was quiet for a moment. "I am Leman Russ, The Wolf King."

I noticed Russ did not introduce me himself so he must have left it to me.

"I am Marrok… Russ I suppose given my situation."

"I see your other self is more taking to the reality of his position." Hathor added amused if not slightly envious looking. "Asenath has been… less than willing."

"Willing and wanting to keep what makes me, me, are two different things." Asenath replied bitterly, shooting a glare at the primarch behind her.

"We both have a purpose. You can shape your destiny, but you cannot change who you are my dear."

Asenath rolled her eyes, as if she had heard that same sentence many times over.

The armored woman looked back to us. "We can speak of the matter in more detail later, we should be on our way. We have only come across you two in our searches and we still have many more to locate."

"I can't exactly leave just yet, there are people here that know me. They have been hosting me for a while and it would be rude to just leave." I quickly interrupted.

Russ did not make any sign of agreement or disagreement.

The other Primarch shut her eyes and let go and took a quick breath. "Very well, say your goodbye. We will wait on the edge of the forest to the south of here. I would ask that you not take long."

Asenath crossed her arms under her breasts and began to walk off, as if she were following a parent on an errand she was forced to come along on.

I turned back to Russ to see him tracking the other up and coming primarch walking away, like a predictor watching his prey. I looked back at the woman then back to Russ, a toothy smile appearing on my face.

"Pervert." I jeered at the Primarch.

Suddenly I felt something knock me upside the head. I stumbled forward and looked back to see the image of Russ had disappeared back into my mind. Seeing as he did not have anything to say after I called him out, I walked over to the downed officers and used their phone to call for an ambulance. I stood there with them until I heard the siren of the ambulance approaching. I made sure to make myself scarce to avoid any unnecessary conversations.

It did not take me long to get back to the main town area of the reservation. I immediately went to work explaining to everyone that it was my time to leave. Tears were shed at the news of my leaving but the adults understood. When I got around to the children… well they attempted to dogpile me but even with most of the tribe's child population hanging off me they could not stop me. Elu was the most upset about my leaving.

As I was making my final preparations to leave I found a good number of the reservation's people waiting for me outside my house. They thanked me for all the help I gave during my stay. They also made sure to thank Geri and Freki for their work in the form of head pats and "small" treats.

Just as I was about to leave I spotted Elu from the corner of my eye. She had a sad expression on her face and tears were falling from her eyes. Smiling to myself I walked over to the young girl, knelt down beside her and reached into my pocket. I gently took her hand and deposited the item in my pocket into her hand.

Elu opened her hand to see a necklace I had made during my free time, the centerpieces being a carving of Russ' Legion heraldry. A side view of a wolf with its mouth slightly open.

"Something to remember me by." I said while she looked at the necklace wide eyed.

With tears in her eyes, she put the necklace on then jumped up and hugged me. I could feel her strength as she hugged me. I hugged her back doing my best not to hurt her but I found it only easy. While we were hugging she reached up to my hair and quickly but expertly braided my free hanging hair.

"Something to remember the tribe by." Elu said with a big smile.

We parted from our hug, allowing me to stand up.

"See you again, Little Wolf." I spoke smiling at Elu.

She managed a determined nod with gripping her necklace.

With one final wave to the rest of the tribe I turned, and my brothers and I set off to join up with Asenath.

As she had said Asenath was waiting for me on the edge of the forest. She was leaning up against a tree with her eyes closed as if she was sleeping. As I neared her, her eyes opened and shot over to me. She pushed herself off the tree and stood straight waiting for me to reach her.

"You good?" She asked dryly.

"Yeah, all good." I replied.

"Then let's go." She said before turning and began walking deeper into the forest.

I followed after her doing my best not to stare at her swaying ass.

'Pervert.' Russ jeered at my expense.

I laughed in my head. 'Payback's a bitch.'

A deep rumble similar to that of laughter that came from Russ.

After a few hours of seemingly endless wandering the sun had begun to set. Though Asenath did not show any sign of slowing down. Nor was I as a matter of fact as I quickly learned I could go weeks without sleep, still I did like to sleep when able as it made me still feel human at least. Since this little walk had begun Asenath and I had not breathed a word to each other. Seeing as we were just walking with no sense of purpose I called out to her.

"Hey Asenath, wana fill me in here?" I called to her.

She turned her head to look at me before she turned back. "We are going to check out another possible sighting of other people like us."

"Ok… and, give me some information here."

I could almost feel her rolling her eyes. "I read a newspaper article about a senator's daughter who had not been seen in a while. Some people got to gossiping and others took this chance to slander the senator's name. The main point is we are going to check it out because reportedly a photographer claimed to have taken a picture of a "giant" living in the senator's mansion. Odds are that this photographer saw one of there siblings. So, we are heading to this senator's home to see for ourselves."

I noticed that she once again referred to the primarch's siblings "there" and not "our" siblings.

"So where is this Senator's house anyways?"

"Texas." She replied simply.

"Texas!?" I cried surprised, and after I quickly crunched the numbers in my head. "It would take us a minimum of sixteen days just to reach Texas!"

"I have been tracking you for months. Sixteen days is nothing." Asenath countered, waving off the matter.

"There has to be a way we can get there quicker."

She looked over to my two brothers following beside me. "Well neither of us can fit into a car cab and I doubt we can ride your pets."

"These are my brothers I would have you know!" I declared angrily. "They are not pets nor are they rides!"

Her response was not but a shrug. I let out a low growl on instinct. She must have heard me because she was quick to reply to my growl.

"Do your best to act like a human being, savage." She restored whispering the last bit to herself.

Something within me snapped as I suddenly closed the short distance between us. In a moment Asenath was on her back and looked up at me and looked a little shocked herself. Mjalnar was in my hand with the sword's point at her throat. My hand was also wrapped around her throat, I noticed that my hand almost looked like it was freezing over.

"Call me a savage again, I dare you!" I roared, though my voice sounded like a mixture of Leman and my voice. "You know nothing about the meaning of that word!"

"Noted." She grunted back, I could see her breath.

Just like that I regained control of my body and I released her. Mjalnar disappeared from my hand as I stood back up. However, just as I got back to my feet Asenath was back on her feet and tackled me. I found myself on my back with Asenath kneeling over me, her own hand grabbing onto my throat and her massive clawed hand bearing down on me.

"And let me tell you something!" She yelled fury burning in her eyes. "If you ever do something like that again I will fucking end you!"

Before she could go on with her retaliation my knee shot up hitting her square in her crotch. Contrary to popular belief both women and men would definitely be feeling a hit to their crotch region. For men their balls were very sensitive, hitting them caused serious pain. For women their vaginas were also very sensitive, having a strong crushing force suddenly bash into it would cause great pain. As such Asenath cried out in pain and fell over clutching her groin, her clawed weapon soon disappearing.

"Look who's back on the ground." I mocked her.

That did not last long as she had seemed to overcome her pain and was back on her feet soon after I mocked her. We started wrestling each other, throwing punches and kicks before it devolved to rolling around on the ground. This went on for a few moments before we were interrupted by a police officer standing over us. Once we stopped fighting each other I noticed my brothers had been sitting down on their hind legs while Asenath and I were having our tussle. I looked up at the officer and smiled.

"There a problem officer?"

After waiting for a bigger cop car to show up, Asenath, my pack brothers, and I were transported to a nearby police station. As it turns out we had crossed over into South Dakota and the nearest police station was in a town further in state. This had the effect of shorting our trip by a few days walking. When we arrived at the station we were put into separate cells, though my pack brothers were in the same cell as me as the officers they had on hand were nowhere near enough to separate us.

An hour or so later one of the officers came by and took me, and by brothers, to an interrogation room. They asked why I was fighting Asenath and questions pertaining to said fight. Since I wasn't about to say anything, the cop began to grow annoyed and became more forceful with his questioning. I was so bored I fell asleep during the interrogation. I woke up to a different cop and a bucket of water, my brothers did not take too kindly to being woken up with water and started to growl. Knowing that the cop would be threatened by the growling, I opted to place a gentle hand on my brother's head. They stopped growling and the officer relaxed.

The cop informed me that Asenath was not pressing charges and that I was free to go. I smiled, thanked him and left. Asenath was waiting outside with her arms crossed looking displeased with the time wasted dealing with the cops. We did not exchange any words as she immediately turned around and began walking again. I rolled my eyes and followed after her.

Once again, the two of us were relegated to silence with the only sound to break the silence was the occasional car passing by on the highway.

"So how did you meet your other?" I called to Asenath. If we were going to be walking for so long might as well make it interesting.

"There is not much to tell. My father ran a car shop and I helped around the shop when I could. Learned a thing or two about a thing or two. One day I woke up to find a giant woman in my room looking at my family pictures. Next thing I know I'm looking for her siblings."

I suppressed a chuckle only allowing a little out. Knowing what it took to wake up Russ I knew full well she was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth.

"That so? For me, I was going down a mountain with one of my friends then all of a sudden, I started getting flashes of some form of space battle. Ran into a tree soon after, woke up in the hospital with Russ sitting beside me offering an ale." I answered, doing my best to keep a straight face.

'I will have you know that Mjød is highly sought after!' Russ countered in my head.

Asenath spared a glance my way. Clearly, she knew I was BSing her as well.

"My parents were just leaving for work when I heard a gunshot go off. I found them bleeding out on the ground in our garage when I found myself taking a round. At that moment Russ must have woken up as the next thing I knew I was in a hospital and the bitch who murdered my parents was little more than bone and blood." I had time to come to terms with my parents' deaths, guess it was a little easier for me given that the bitch got what was coming to her. "Russ began to speak to me a few years later."

The other upcoming primarch looked away.

"My mother died giving birth to me, leaving my father to raise me himself. He ran a chop shop for some bigshot crime boss." Asenath began still looking away from me. She sounded aggravated having to share her past. "With me around my father was forced to raise me rather than running the chop shop which caused productivity to slip a bit. The crime boss took notice and sent his son to check up on my father. By this time, I was around twelve and wanting to make my father proud of me I helped around in the shop when I could. The crime boss's son got mouthy and my father told him to get out. One of his goons shot my father. Being a little girl and faced with the idea of losing her only parent I ran over to the goon and punched him."

"I guess it was at that moment what Hathor woke up and started to empower me because that little punch collapsed his rib cage puncturing the guy's internal organs. He died of internal bleeding minutes later. To make a long story slightly less long my father sent me away in fear for my life. Three years later I found out that the crime boss had my father killed for disrespecting his son."

"I took exception to that." Asenath stated hatefully. She turned to look at me. "Have you ever heard of the Chicago Riker Crime Family?"

I thought about it for a moment.

"I haven't."

"And no one else will." She replied grimly, turning back around.

Clearly my previous unsung opinion on her was wrong. I might just have to watch myself around her from now on.

We pressed on through the night and the next few days making it to the border of South Dakota before we stopped for a break. I shared some provisions I took along with Asenath and we ate in silence. After that we had a quick nap before we set off towards Taxes once more.

Gabriel's eyes opened. He had drifted off. He looked around. He was sitting in his family's garden drinking tea, though he had been asleep for so long that it had gotten cold. He looked across from him, Sanguinius was sitting in his own chair that fit him. He was enjoying a glass of wine. Gabriel did notice that Sanguinius preferred to be present in the real world even if no one but other primarchs could see him.

"Sanguinius?" The Primarch eyes met his in silent acknowledgement. "I've been wondering why you always seem to stay… materialized? Curze only stayed Materialized long enough to talk."

A slight smile came to Sanguinius' face. "I suppose I am interested in what life was like before my time. While my life on my home world was fairly comfortable for me, I wanted to experience life growing up on Terra for myself. And… Well, I tend to receive visions of my past when I am not, as you say, materialized myself, and most of those visions tend to be unpleasant."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't worry about it, those visions are my past and as such are for me to deal with." Sanguinius quickly replied, keeping his smile up. "Besides as we are now we stand to change the future, perhaps we shall make a better future."

"I hope so, if they are bad enough for you then I shudder to think what could have happened to you."

"Some are… bad, but do not think of them as unapproachable topics. I am never one to dwell on such matters for long. More so than they have technically yet to happen. These memories should be understood, yes but we should not let them control our actions." Sanguinius counseled.

Gabriel's wrings twitched. Sanguinius stopped smiling and looked to his side. He stood towering over Gabriel and as his expression turned sour. The up and coming Primarch followed his other self's example and stood, clearly Sanguinius was sensing something yet had not chosen to share it with him. Sanguinius once mentioned that he was something of a psychic, was he using it right now? Not having much experience in the subject, himself, Gabriel tried to feel the area around him. He tried to feel more than just what his five senses were telling him.

Sanguinius must have noticed he was trying to tap into his psychic abilities as Gabriel soon began to sense the presence of two very powerful beings approaching his positions with more than five dozen less power presences surrounding him. Before he could ask Sanguinius for ideas the two power beings entered the garden entering his line of sight.

The first was a woman in some form of silver hunting clothing and the other was a man in more normal clothing. The man's hair was blond like his and Sanguinius' own hair; the man's eye color also matched theirs being a sky-blue color. The woman on the other hand had auburn colored hair with silver-gray eyes, they did not look kindly upon him.

They were both armed with bows, however Gabriel could tell that these were no mere bow. A deadly power flowed through them, something not to be taken lightly. Gabriel by comparison was still managing to summon Sanguinius' wargear managing only so far as the Primarch's sword. Then there was the matter of his parents and siblings, they were still home when he had fallen asleep and he doubted that anyone one of his family would simply let them in.

'If they hurt them.' Gabriel seethed transmitting his thoughts to his other self. 'There will be hell to pay.'

"Agreed." Sanguinius replied verbally.

The woman was first to call to him in a hate filled tone. "Boy, we have some questions that you will answer."

"Once more I am to prove to you readers why I hold the title of Blue Baller. Now before you all go scream bloody murder let me remind you that my hand was forced in the matter. Lets not have a repeat dear, you know who you are, the readers trash the place when this happens and I have to clear it up."

"Now that this is done I bid you a heartfelt God bless and don't forget to check out the Ship Discord! Shameless plug is shameless and all the jazz."