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Welcome to the eighth instalment of Praetorian of Remnant, I know there hasn't been an update in a long time but I can promise that I won't take this long of a break in a long time.

Also, I hope you're all well and good.

Anyways onto the story!

Previous Chapter:

Now to the group of inhabitants of Remnant who were there to witness, they had just witnessed possibly the most important event in their history. They just didn't know it yet.

Now:

Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the VII Legiones Astartes was in a precarious position, he had to have an explanation. However, the real question was, would anyone believe him, he was known as the Heir to the SDC, not some alien from outer space. Rogal thought to himself and decided that not only would he require proof that they were actually otherworldly beings.

The stage was set, on one side Rogal's companions were behind Ozpin and it seemed as if a line had been drawn between the two groups. Rogal and the four other Imperials were on the left side, the Imperials being on either side of him. The Magos and Chaplain on his right whilst the Champion and the templar on his left, creating a wedge-like shape.

They stood like monoliths, their armour glistening in the night, the two templars' red eyes glowing. Red eyes that glowed with such fervent loyalty towards only two people and two people alone, the Emperor and their Primarch.

The Chaplain's skull-like helm sticking out like a sore thumb, it frightened the group of students behind Ozpin, never had they seen anything like this. The silver accents all over the black templar evident in the night sky, shining and glistening with the purity which was granted to him.

The Champion had glowing red slits on his helm where his eyes were, looking like red fires waiting to jump out and wreak havoc. The helm having a laurel wreath made of metal on his helm and a ginormous sword holstered on his right hip. The sword-wielding giant having intricate gold designs on his armour and a golden spiked halo seemed to stick out of the metal bag like object on his back. Then there was a length of fabric covering the being's armoured crotch area and going down until it almost reached its ankles. The being also had white spaulders with a black Iron cross on both his left and right spaulders.

The black templar that broke ranks was the more regular of them all. His spaulders being white with a black Iron cross on them and a silver skull and angel wings on his cuirass. It was a gorgeous set of armour, not as awe-inspiring as the others but still very beautiful. The space marine's weapons consisted of a holstered chainsword on his right hip and bolter on his left hip.

Then came the mechanicus, the only non-giant on the Imperial's side, he had a helm and optics that glowed an eerie pale blue. It didn't look the least bit human and the group of Remnantians thought it was a robot until it hollered at Ruby. Then came its weapon, just now they noticed the halberd that the being was carrying and the strange metallic appendages that were just barely visible coming out of the robes by the ground. Then came the fact that the being had metal appendages hidden behind its back. There were two appendages that looked like guns whilst another was reminiscent of a skull with one organic and another luminescent pale blue eyes like the thing's optics.

Students and staff noticed it, it was something they weren't… accustomed to and some even felt sickened by it.

Breaking through the silence Ozpin spoke, " I am afraid you are going to have to explain yourself for all this. As you may be aware this is highly unprecedented! Please follow me inside along with your friends and we will discuss this situation." Ozpin spoke in what he considered a diplomatic tone, albeit having to use a reprimanding tone as well. The Headmaster was just attempting to find an understanding between the two parties.

What Ozpin didn't expect were the reactions of the five beings in front of him.

Rogal simply closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, whilst this happened, the four Imperials put their hands on their weapons and tensed in preparation for confrontation. This time the Champion spoke, "Do you have any idea to whom you are speaking to? You have been away from the Emperor's light for too long! This is the Primarch of the seventh Legio-" The Champion was interrupted, stopping the assault on the Remnantians' ears. The voice shocked them, the things that were said were engraved in their minds and all their eyes turned to Rogal. Deep shock, confusion, uncertainty were evident in their eyes all pointed towards one being, the resident Primarch.

"Stop champion, these beings have not been shown the light of the Imperial truth yet, they do not know of the Imperium and it is our job to bring them back into the light. That is why I asked the Chaplain to stay but for now, stay your tongue and your blade. Ozpin I must ask you to acquire a room, all shall be explained tomorrow but for now, my soldiers must rest." Rogal spoke in a tone the Remnantians' never heard come from his mouth, the absolute authority in his tone made them almost grovel at his feet. His gaze was cold and steady, again it seemed like it wasn't even Eran anymore but the being that was underneath a mask for years.

It made them all minus Ozpin fearful, was this Eran Schnee… no, no it was not, it was another being and only two people there who were not Imperials knew his name. 'Rogal Dorn', Ruby and Yang thought in trepidation, 'who are you?'

Ozpin saw this as a chance for a new ally but the way his… student spoke made him question the goals of the 'Imperials'. "Of course, where are my manners, it is agreed then , Beacon's hospitality for an explanation tomorrow," Ozpin spoke diplomatically not wishing to become enemies with the giants and the 'Imperium'.

Ozpin turned around and started to walk towards the school, he created a path between team RWBY, JNPR, and Sun Wukong and he was soon followed by Rogal and his Imperials. Then and only then did the young teens see how the Magos moved, with crab-like appendages for legs between his robes they stared at the thing in horror. It made all of their stomachs churn and they were all going to need to use the bathroom.

Now, back at the entrance of the school Cinder, Emerald and Mercury could only see what was going on, not hear. Well until one of the giants started screaming about being a Primarch or something along those lines. This caught everyone's attention, especially Cinder's, 'It seems you have just become a more interesting target Eran,' she thought.

Then Ozpin came walking back towards the school with Rogal and the strangers in tow, leaving teams RWBY, JNPR and Sun Wukong to catch up. As Rogal walked he had this growing frown on his face, clearly showing his displeasure. Towards what, the antagonistic trio didn't know but it was blatant, stern and stoic.

The students parted ways for their Headmaster and the Imperials as they got close, none of them wishing to offend the newcomers.

Afterwards, the student body went back to their dorms after witnessing the recent events concerning foreign beings. Team RWBY, JNPR and the monkey faunus all had trouble sleeping that night, all of them thinking and worrying about what they would discover tomorrow. Ruby, Yang and Weiss were particularly horrified with the possible outcome of tomorrow. Ruby was crying pleading the Gods for help, she was afraid of the loss she might feel, she was angry that he hadn't told them before and eventually, she fell asleep. Her dreams all about Rogal and the possibilities of tomorrow.

Yang was silent, her eyes seemed to have lost a portion of their brightness, their joy, she felt guilty. Guilty that she joked about Rogal telling her his secret, worried that something might make him leave. Terrified that Rogal was not the person she once knew and angered that he didn't have the spine to tell them earlier. She let a few tears fall before falling into slumber.

Weiss, she was having shell shock, this was her brother, the man who saved her, the man who defended her and almost died. This was the man that she helped through dark times and the man that helped her through dark times. She couldn't bear to see him leave, take other people, but she couldn't see him leave, this was her twin, she just couldn't. Weiss Schnee, she hated this feeling in her heart, loneliness, sure she had her team but no one had helped her through her life like Eran. No one.

Then there was Blake, she… she didn't know what to feel. Should she have felt angry, saddened, vengeful? Which emotion would make the most sense? How did any of it make sense? Were aliens real? Are those beings even people? Are they good guys or bad guys? She just felt numb, betrayed, confused.

Unknown to the inhabitants of that dorm beings beyond their comprehension started to take some interest in their lives.

Segmentum Obscurus

Agripinaa Sector

Agripinaa System

101.42M

Orbit of Agripinaa, onboard 'Emperor's Wrath'

'Lord Admiral Spire… huh, I have to admit it has a nice ring to it,' thought the newly minted Lord Admiral. He looked around from his chair on his battleship, the 'Emperor's Wrath', a Retribution class battleship. A magnificent ship that could stand tall and brace the hounds of chaos, the armament of the vessel able to rip and tear through any enemies daring to stand before it.

He was sitting in a reclining chair writing out reports on the most recent battles and such. Lord High Admiral Drang was being a bit of an annoyance in Spire's efforts but it was of no matter. Lord Admiral Spire was an aged man but he still had quite a plethora of decades in him for the Imperium and that brought a smile to the Emperor's face. Whilst the Admiral started to doze off in his chair, having completed his workload.

As the aged officer's eyes started to droop a knock came from the door, the member of the admiralty shook himself from his slumber and said, "Enter." Spoken in an ever so slightly disgruntled tone, duly so since he was disturbed from his rest, it was a rarity after all.

The man who entered was a messenger, an astropath, he saluted in respect before relaying his message. "My Lord, I believe you have heard that the Primarch of the VII has been found in the Veiled Region correct?"

The Lord Admiral remembered the day of the glorious news, he even gave the entire fleet high-grade food that day, they all sang and prayed for more good news. A great day that was.

"Yes and what of it astropath, I know that you have an important message to relay so, please. Out with it." The officer spoke in his commanding tone his deep voice resonating in the room.

The astropath acknowledged the request and spoke, "The Lord Commander of the Imperium, Roboute Guilliman has decided to send you to the Veiled Region to ensure that newly found Primarch does not fall to the traitor Perturabo, who seems to be rampaging said region to get to Primarch Dorn. Your replacement for the meantime in the Obscurus sector will be Admiral Marz. That is the message, my Lord, what shall we do?"

The Admiral thought for but a moment before standing up and readying himself for his mission. 'I will not fail the Emperor,' he thought as he straightened his jacket.

"Astropath, go to your station, ready the communications, we will take one Dominator and one Gothic class cruiser with us on this mission." The Admiral spoke with authority, the astropath smiling as he imagined the destruction of a traitorous Primarch.

The astropath left right away to send the orders to the cruisers to join them, and to relay to the rest of the fleet their goodbyes.

Once finished, Spire strode out of his office and towards the bridge of the battleship, getting salutes from officers and crewmen alike. Once at the bridge his subordinate Commodore Kage, "Admiral on deck!" He hollered making everyone stop whatever they were doing to salute the Lord Admiral. "At ease, return to your stations and prepare for departure," Spire said, his voice being acknowledged by the ship's trained crew.

"What is our mission, Lord Admiral?" Commodore Kage once again spoke out with a questioning tone. The question attracted the entire bridge's attention and the communication's officer started to relay the Admiral's response to the entire ship.

As Spire was standing in front of the chair of the captain's chair he turned to face his crew and spoke. "Crew, we are on a mission, sent from the Lord Commander of the Imperium himself, to go to the Veiled region to stop Perturabo's rampage. For in the veiled region another Primarch awaits us, the Praetorian awaits us. We have all heard of his return and the traitorous Primarch wishes to rip away this boon. We will not allow it, we will venture to the Veiled Region, defeat the traitor alongside the Primarch! The fate of the Imperium rests on us, on our will and by the Emperor's divine will, we will not be found wanting!"

The crew of the entire ship let out hearty cheers and not soon after, three majestic Imperial ships left the system and the now Lord Admiral Marz took command.

As the three ships lined up along each other in space their inhabitants took in greedy breaths and they realised that they would be the shields of the Praetorian. It filled them with pride and determination as the warp drives powered on and the navigators started to use their psychic energies. The warp opened up to them and they all prayed that they would arrive at their destination safely. Then in an instant, they were sucked into the warp gone from the Segmentum Obscurus, now travelling the harrowing waves of the Immaterium.

Remnant

Forever Fall forest

Fort 'Rediscovery'

The Captain of the Imperial Fists, his name was Rodrik Forrester, leader of the in-construction fort 'Rediscovery'. He was relatively young to be a captain, only being two hundred and ten years old, two hundred and ten years of killing heathens and heretics. To think that he was the leader of the group to rediscover and make the first contact with their Primarch… it was simply beyond belief.

So when the Primarch gave Rodrik the order to construct a temporary fort, he knew he couldn't fail.

Now, while Rodrik wanted the fort to be difficult to assail he also wanted it to be hard to find. Why else would the Primarch put them in a monster-infested forest where no one is around? Now the fort, it was still under construction but then again, they had to get materials from the area around them and from the strike cruisers, it was safe to say, it took some time.

However, according to their Primarch, they did make sure to have communications ready in case any more orders were relayed.

Now, the actual preparation phases for the construction, the readying of the ground, uprooting some trees and then constructing the base of the fort. Not to mention that this was most likely supposed to be something that would be 'hiding in plain sight' kind of thing. Well, this was all Rodrik could assume from their Primarch's actions, so he decided to take the safe route and make the fort more inconspicuous.

Currently, Rodrik was in a tent looking over the plans for the fort with some mechanicus and the Sergeants under his command. He looked to everyone, seeing if they had any quarrels with the schematics. Noticing that there were no arguments he spoke, "Brothers, mechanicus, we have been given an order from our Primarch and we shall not and cannot fail him. Now onwards let us fulfil the Primarch's wishes!"

The Astartes responded by thumping their chests whilst saying, "Yes Captain!" Whilst the mechanicus merely said, "We will follow," in their synthetic voices.

Remnant

Beacon Academy

Cinder, Emerald and Mercury were all in their room with the arrival of these 'visitors' at Beacon Cinder knew she had to find a way to sway them over to her side. Maybe even convince their leader, yes, Eran Schnee himself. They were going to deal with Tukson and his bookshop but this new development was of much more import. The plan was set, now all they had to do was wait, wait for the right time to strike.

Meanwhile, team RWBY's morning was not going too well, each one of them having problems all regarding the same person but with vastly different reactions.

Ruby, Yang and Weiss thought the events of the previous night were all but dreams and when they rose, their eyes all shot to the same place. The sleeping bag that their humongous companion used to occupy and then all the events that transpired came rushing back. Weiss and Ruby tried their best to contain the tears, Ruby using her semblance had rushed to the bathroom. She proceeded to go to the corner of the room and sat down with her back against the wall, bringing her knees to her chest and sobbed and cried for a bit. She herself felt physically sick as if she had a fever and a raging stomach. Thankfully nothing came up and the sickness would come and go. However, unnoticed by her a whisper was produced in her mind, a little voice spoke, "I can make the pain go away."

Weiss tiredly laid back down and curled up while hugging her pillow, letting a few tears slip out, trying to muffle her sobs. Her mind distraught with fear and worry, trying to rationalise the events of the previous night to the best of her ability. Making the fabric of her mind ache, but pushed on trying to find any solution, desperate, frightened even that she wouldn't know the answer to the problem at hand. "I cAn GiVe yoU aLl tHe aNswErs yOu sEeK," spoke an unnoticeable voice in her head, but she was clouded by grief and desperation and it continued unheard.

Yang simply fell back, unbelieving of what she knew was true, she didn't believe him, she couldn't fathom what he was saying. Feelings rushed in and out of her mind, fear, worry, happiness, joy, she was confused. She laid back down staring upwards, confused at what she should do, what she should feel, but knew what she wanted. However, she didn't know how to get it, she let out a few tears and did her best to hold back her sobs. Then in the far corners of her head, something spoke, "I can give you what you desire and so much more," however, it had gotten unnoticed, for now.

Blake, she was woken up by the noises of her teammates, she did feel pity and sorrowful for them. The faunus did feel betrayed by Eran but in the end, it wasn't a wave of loathing anger, she knew how he felt, wearing a mask for so long, she couldn't imagine. In a way she almost pitied him but she didn't know the information regarding the current situation like Ruby and Yang did but Weiss and she decided it was best not to pry.

They all soon calmed down and prepared themselves for the day and the first thing on the agenda was breakfast. As they walked towards the cafeteria they met up with team JNPR along the way and started to talk. Among the topics were last night's events, a very juicy and serious topic to both teams, Eran was their friend after all wasn't he?

Once they had gotten to the cafeteria they realised it was packed and quickly got their food and sat down, still talking on the same subject. Only to be joined in with their monkey faunus friend, Sun Wukong and his friend Neptune. Who was quickly brought up to speed on the situation.

Neptune himself was a teenage boy with tan skin, dark-blue eyes and messy light-blue hair in the form of an undercut. He wore a white dress shirt and black tie under a red jacket adorned with a wide, upturned, black collar and a silver reticle across the back. He also sported a pair of grey jeans with black padding strapped to the sides as well as black shoes fastened with straps instead of laces. He also wore black fingerless gloves and a pair of yellow-tinted goggles on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Rogal was worried, and for obvious reasons, he admittedly had a lot of explaining to do and the fanaticism of his sons hadn't particularly helped. The Primarch himself was never very good at diplomacy but that was why he had the Chaplain stay.

The Primarch himself was currently in the bathroom splashing water onto his face, whisking away the last fragments of sleep his eyes were battling. Not to mention the disappointment and anger he was feeling towards the news of the galaxy and the changes done to the Imperium.

'In ten thousand years... necrons are appearing all over... Chaos is rampaging and now, tyranids. They are massive marine eating monsters that are rampaging in the eastern parts of the galaxy are storming towards Terra. Emperor preserve us... I know what must be done.' The Primarch thought, wincing knowing he would have to leave Remnant and the hell he would get from Roboute. Then he thought of the billions he could have saved and his failure to serve for ten thousand years. The guilt and fury ebbing away at him, his stoic look returned and he knew he would have to get his little stint in Remnant over with quickly.

Now, whilst Rogal was reflecting on the information given to him, his sons and the mechanicus were in the main room awake and talking amongst themselves as he told them that there was no need for alarm at the moment.

During the night he uncovered the names of marines and Magos that were accompanying him. The Champion was called Lothar Bjornson, the Chaplain was Julius Sulla. The marine who disobeyed command was Ragnar Ludendorf and the Magos Dominus was simply Aurelian.

Rogal was encased in his armour as he stepped out of the bathroom, closed the door behind him and he looked towards the Imperials and saw them standing at the ready.

He nodded towards them and they nodded back, Rogal proceeded to exit the room with his men right behind. Aurelian himself used his mechanicus patent poleaxe as a walking stick, holding it with one arm. It reminded Rogal of a war veteran, someone who was aged but was ready for battle at all times. Well in a way they were all war veterans.

As they walked their steps made the ground around them shake, his men were marching behind him, two on each side of him. As they walked through the dorms to the dining area they saw some kids open the door to see what the commotion was. Only to quickly shut the door once more at the sight of the Imperials.

Their stroll continued with students eagerly staying out of their way. Once they reached the cafeteria doors Rogal sighed knowing the amount of attention and fear generated by them entering. The Primarch opened the doors and you could practically smell the fear and anxiousness of the students as they turned to look at them.

The dining hall itself was formal in appearance, running down the length of a cloister-like hall. The dining room featured four long tables running the length of the hall with benches to either side and walking areas located in between. Students were able to sit not only with their teams but other groups as well. Similar to the rest of the academy buildings, the dining hall had a somewhat gothic appearance. The walls also marked with the academy's crossed-axe logo.

Rogal looked around and saw the area where he, team RWBY and JNPR used to eat, the eight people who he could truly have said were his friends. It also seemed that they found two new friends, one was the monkey faunus and the other was a blue-haired boy he didn't recognise. Team JNPR, for the most part, looked at him as if he were a different person, except one. Jaune, Rogal helped him along when he was at his slowest and the blond still held him to a level of familiarity. Jaune even gave Rogal a faint close to non-existent smile before turning back to his meal.

Then came team RWBY, first Rogal locked eyes with Weiss, who looked like she was trying to find answers, trying to rationalize what was going on. Her head seemingly still hadn't processed the events that had transpired the night before. She looked desperate, she stared at him and her eyes got red-rimmed as if staring at an unknown being that faked as her brother. Rogal felt the seeds of guilt sprout from his heart, his heart sinking in regret, it was his sister, they grew up together and to see her like this made his heartache. However, he made no outward reaction, his face holding stern and stoic for not even his emotional defences would be breached.

Then he locked eyes with Ruby, they say that the eyes were the gateway to the soul and he could see that something was ebbing away at her. She looked even paler than she normally looked, her eyes even showing some trepidation and discomfort at staring back into his. It was like he was a type of poison? Making her sick and weary, her smile non-existent. It was something that rocked Rogal, internally, he was so disappointed in himself, he did this to Ruby. He just begged to the Emperor that there was something he could do to fix it.

Rogal shifted his glance and locked eyes with the blonde girl he had planned to reveal himself to. Yang Xiao Long, she seemed as if she was having an internal war with herself, her eyes were still filled with hurt and slight apprehensiveness but it seemed to be also pensive and with a meagre level of understanding. Then there seemed to be an emotion that Rogal himself didn't know too well, there was a slight amount of eagerness? It was an emotion he was not too informed about, however, it put him slightly on edge.

Lastly, Rogal locked eyes with Blake, she seemed the most neutral of them all. She looked angry, upset but also equally confused and curious at the situation at hand and towards him. She seemed like a mixture of the three just creating a being and mind full of confusion, contempt and curiosity.

Rogal truthfully felt like he had been stabbed in the heart for them all, well not so much Blake, but the three others managed to find places in his hearts. He quickly pushed away those thoughts for now and went to get some food, followed by the four Imperials behind him.

Students tried to look away, tried to pry their eyes away from the sight of the giants in adamantium armour. Some even looked towards the smaller red-cloaked mechanicus, with crab-like legs stabbing into the ground with every step. However, they all turned away in fright once they Aurelian turned his head to stare at them with his luminescent lenses.

'Pathetic', was Aurelian's opinion of all of the children trying to masquerade as huntsmen as they called them.

Rogal sighed internally knowing just how this was going to change the landscape of Beacon and Remnant, alas word had yet to spread. At least he hoped that word hadn't spread out of Beacon… for now, Remnant wouldn't accept Imperial rule yet. The Primarch had to present the Imperials as saviours, not mindless conquerors.

As they neared the self-service meal area, he told his companions to get a plate for themselves and get some food. Surprisingly the mechanicus had a tube that helped them consume liquid food, like the nourishment pastes they normally ate. Once that was done they went to sit down in an empty area of the cafeteria.

They sat down and ate their meals quietly, Lothar, Julius and Ragnar having to take off their helms, revealing their scarred faces. To which most gasped at seeing the extent of scars they had. Meanwhile, the mechanicus had a cup of orange juice, admittedly, Aurelian took quite a liking to it.

They ate their lunches quickly and headed for the Headmaster's office right after, Rogal caught glimpses of his past companions. The same looks were sent his way, the same looks that he regretted causing, looks that he would try to remedy.

Not soon after they got to the elevator they realised they couldn't all fit there, and if they did it probably couldn't hold them all. So it was decided that Rogal, Aurelian and Julius would go up first and Ragnar and Lothar would go up second. Unaware that there was already a visitor in the Headmaster's office, one who was a high ranking official.

As Rogal gazed at the increasing number of floors they were going and the 'ting' of the elevator finally came and the doors to the Headmaster's office opened.

It was a circular room, with grey pillars standing tall holding the glass roof up. The floor was also made of glass, the room seemed to have a clock theme with gears moving intertwined with the others. There was a table at the end of the room, that was curved in a stretched out 'u' shape, the top of the table being made of glass and shiny grey metal legs with green accents supporting it. The table also having gears below the glass top. Behind the table was what seemed to be a very peculiar chair with gears sticking out of its sides, with the padding for the armrests and backrest being plain white, with similar legs as the table's supporting it. Then behind the table and chair was a clock, which also acted as a window as it was made of glass. The window/clock being cut off by the floor at its midpoint.

All in all, Rogal found Ozpin's style of choice… peculiar, but right now it wasn't of much importance.

However, then Rogal's eyes found that there were three people already in the room. There was Ozpin, Glynda and the third was the one who gifted Rogal his prosthetic, it was none other than General James Ironwood.

It seemed that the three of them were in the middle of the room discussing something and now their attention was solely on the Rogal and the two Imperials accompanying him.

As always the General was always immaculate and pristine, much like Ozpin whenever Rogal had seen him. James was wearing a white overcoat, with a grey undercoat, black sweater, a red necktie and a white glove on his right hand. His suit pants share the same colour as his overcoat and are tucked into silver boots accented in grey. Ironwood's hair was predominantly black, with some grey areas, whilst his eyebrows were jet black. He also had a strip of silver metal above his right eyebrow, something which Rogal suspected was a cybernetic enhancement of sorts.

There was an unpleasant air in the room as the cogs made a slight amount of noise as they turned and Ironwood scanning Rogal and the Imperials up and down. Rogal and his subordinates got out of the elevator, the sound of the doors closing and the elevator going down to pick up the other two Imperials.

Ironwood, Glynda and Ozpin proceed to turn towards Rogal and the Imperials, Ironwood scanning the armour and weapons the three Imperials had on them.

The general broke the silence, "Eran... it seems you've changed as of late, it looks like you're wearing a tank for armour now! Who are those two beside you? Ozpin I don't remember you ever telling me about a giant in gothic armour and a robot attending Beacon." Ironwood spoke in a curious and almost demanding tone.

Rogal could tell that the two Imperials beside him were getting angrier by the second and quickly responded.

"General Ironwood, it's been a while, yes I have changed, but I have to tell you that these two beside me are not attending Beacon. In fact, I was supposed to have a meeting with Ozpin now discussing some diplomatic endeavours. Also, I would refrain from calling this engineer a robot." Rogal's strong, baritone voice filled the air then once again came a momentary silence. Ironwood taking Rogal's words bitterly as his eyes narrowed to an even further degree.

The silence was once more reigning supreme all until the sound of the elevator came to save them from the impending awkwardness.

The doors opened once more to reveal the remaining two marines that now completed Rogal's group. Lothar went to stand beside Aurelian and Ragnar to Julius' side extending the line of three to five with the Primarch in the middle.

Once again Ironwood was at a loss, in front of him were four giants, one that he knew, and a cyborg-engineer-thing. All of whom had armour and weapons he had never seen. It put him off guard and the fact that he didn't know meant one of two things. One of these newcomers was from an underground organization created by Eran. Or the latter that his intelligence department was getting lax mayhaps, but that was preposterous. However, it was a clear breach of security, not only for Atlas but for all of Remnant. The General would get to the bottom of this, however, Eran was still the heir to the SDC, he would have to tread carefully.

Ironwood stopped narrowing his eyes and folded his arms whilst once more staring intently at the unknown weaponry his previous student and co had with them. The general proceeded to speak to Rogal in a commanding voice, "Very well Eran, I hope you won't mind but I'll be in attendance for this meeting."

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