A/N - Some questions answered, some people start to plot and some events are put in motion. When the next chapter will come? I cannot tell as I work on a certain project of mine that is taking a lot of my attention and if it is done it will be kinda large and very interesting story.
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Harry tucked the helmet under his arm and looked at its battered surface, most of the paint blasted away and leaving the helmet with various patches of the steel gray color of the ceramite and some barely visible colors of the chapter. Even the lenses were duller and instead of the usual bright red were almost pinkish in color. He shook his head and made a note to ask local Techmarines or his own Iron Priests to paint it in the proper color, the only good thing was that it survived and he could still use it if there was any desperate need for it.
He then looked at his axe and wrapped his fingers around the familiar handle that was designed specifically for him and slung it across his back before looking at a Scout of the Blood Angels that stood in the doorway of the room. "Yes?"
"My lord, Lord Commander Dante has called a meeting and your presence is requested by Lord Russ," the Scout said and Harry smiled when he smelled some uncertainty coming from the youngster. Wolf Guard was similar in respect and prestige to the First Company and usually those were the most experienced warriors of the chapter and the most influential and were known for having their quirks and schemes.
"Of course, lead the way," Harry said as he reached for his rifle, checked it and attached to a maglock on his back before following the Scout for the meeting.
The meeting took place in the great hall of the fortress, a massive vaulted chamber with dozens of banners hanging from the walls, tall, majestic columns supporting the ceiling, beautiful stained glass windows and floor covered in a mosaic showing great victories from the past of the chapter and their Primarch, Sanguinius.
Even if it was in the very middle of the fortress and protected by thick walls the scars of battle were visible even here, some windows were sporting holes of various sizes, some parts of the ceiling were missing and there were dozens of smaller holes from bolter fire. However even with the damage it looked truly majestic and filled with all of the leaders of the various formations present on the planet it was even barely noticeable.
Alongside the longer walls stood various Sergeants and veterans of various chapters, their armors in most cases still covered in battle damages and adorned with plentiful decorations for long service to the Imperium. It was also the place where most of the commanders of the Imperial Guard stood, still wearing their combat clothes and carapace armors with helmets hanging from their belts. As Harry looked at them he could tell that they were the good kind of commanders, probably Cadians or Ultramar ones, their faces grizzled and marred with scars, and their bodies emitting a kind of a dangerous aura that suggested that they were veterans of conflicts and bled with their troops.
Then came the Captains of various chapters, their armors richly engraved, sculpted and covered in gold and silver as well as precious beyond any imagination. Some of them wore bulky and heavy Terminator plates, some plain and simple power armor, some much to Harry's surprise had scout armor and finally some precious artificer armor with almost every single surface covered in artwork and often equipped with rare and extremely precious pieces of almost forgotten technology.
Finally by the shorter end of the hall stood masters of various chapters, as well as the Primarchs, Custodes that formed a protective circle around the Primarchs, Wolf Lords and finally a squad of Grey Knights with the Grand Master. Harry let his eyes slip over their faces and armors before finally stopping close to his liege lord and taking his place amongst his Wolf Guard. A thing that wasn't missed by the rest of the Wolf Lords and the Great Wolf and surely would cause issues in the future.
"I called this meeting to discuss the next moves," Lord Commander Dante said and Harry sent a look at the ancient Lord Commander, his face covered by a golden deathmask. "The Tyranid threat to the planet and the chapter has been defeated and we are thankful to all those that came to defend the planet and the Primarchs that returned to the Imperium from their exiles and fought alongside us. In the name of the chapter I pledge three full companies to your cause and the full support of the chapter if you ever have a need for us."
Harry then promptly muted out the various other chapters pledging their companies to the cause and only kept counting how many would be joining, thirty of the Blood Angel descent and further twelve of the Ultramarines as well as most of the Imperial Guard Regiments present on the planet. Which made the originally small fleet an impressive armada able to challenge most of the battlefleets of the Imperium, a thing that became even more realistic once the admirals present on the planet pledged their support to the Primarchs.
"Thank you for all the support and pledges made in the name of your chapters and organizations," Corax said, his voice silky and smooth. "We will remember it and we will use them all, but now we need to hurry for Fenris and then for Deliverance to meet with our chapters and see the state in which they are and then for Terra to take power and rule it in our father's stead. However before we depart, we want the fastest ships to leave for nearby systems and announce the Primarchs once again walk the stars and are here to defend the Imperium."
Harry smiled at this as he easily recognized the hidden message hidden in it, tell those in power that they better are careful or things might happen to them. He had enough experience with the games played between the various Navigator families that he also could see the second meaning, build the support and make sure that people already whisper about the Primarchs by the time the fleet gets to Terra.
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Even if the departure was supposed to be imminent over three weeks were spent in orbit above Baal, hunting down the remains of the Hive and securing the planet as well as shipping supplies to the fortress and from the fortress to the ships in the void of space. It was also a time for Leman Russ to work out how the structure of the chapter looked and who was in charge, a task that was far harder than it seemed at first glance as while Wolf Lords were in charge of their companies, there was a large group of Wolf Guard and Long Fangs that could question them and often needed to be respected.
So it first started with the whole chapter gathered on one of the massive decks of Hrafnkel with Russ addressing them and officially taking the command from the Great Wolf, who still remained his second in command and from what Harry saw a trusted advisor and he could smell friendship growing between the two. Then came a thing Harry dreaded a bit, meetings with the Wolf Lords and Harry shifted uncomfortably as he stood on guard inside of Russ's quarters when Ragnar Blackmane stepped inside.
"Don't react to him," Leif said over the vox and Harry nodded in understanding. "You'll react and it will be bad, behave as if you were not seeing him. Focus on your duties, protect your liege and focus solely on your task."
Harry took a deep breath and nodded, his body perfectly still as he saw Ragnar stop in front of the throne occupied by Russ and talk with the Wolf King about usual niceties exchanged between a liege and a vassal, but then came something that made Harry focus his whole attention on the two.
"So you stole a Wolf Guard of mine," Ragnar said and then indicated Harry who had a helmet on his head and didn't move or speak since Ragnar entered the room. "I know his smell and I can recognize the way he stands or moves."
"Aye, I did," Russ said and then growled at Ragnar. "But you also forget your place, pup, I'm your king and can pick guards however I want to pick and their former loyalties don't matter to me. I am the Primarch of the Legion and can choose whoever I want to choose and he was the one that found me and my brother, what's a better reward for him than being a member of my bodyguard."
Ragnar bowed his head in understanding and calmed. "I understand, My Lord," he said, his tone a lot more subdued. "I apologize for that outburst."
Russ nodded and then reached for a goblet standing on a table close to his throne. "Now since that's out of the way, would he make a good Wolf Lord in your opinion?"
Ragnar was completely silent for several long moments before speaking. "He is inexperienced and young, but he has the right instincts for a commander and a leader."
"So would he make a good Wolf Lord in your opinion in the next five to ten years?" Russ asked and Ragnar looked at him. "I have something in mind and need candidates for new Wolf Lords. And he caught my attention."
"He would make a fine Wolf Lord by then," Ragnar said and then frowned. "I would give him an old and experienced Long Fang to keep him reined, but he should be a fine option. Another one is a troublesome Blood Claw that should have been a Wolf Guard a long ago…"
"But…?"
"He has a certain knack for causing mischief and troubles," Ragnar said and then his fangs flashed in a sign of annoyance. "Usually against the enemies, but sometimes not and the Long Fangs of the chapter despise him or find amusement in his actions, however in general they block any promotions for him as they think he should mature before being promoted."
"Seems like some people forget their places," Russ muttered and then looked at Ragnar. "Can you summon him here, I wish to speak with him and steal him for my bodyguards."
"Is it wise, my lord?" Ragnar asked. "He isn't the most responsible of warriors and has a lot of enemies in the chapter."
"I choose my guard as I see fit," Russ said and then paused for a moment. "Also some people need to learn their places and need to know that I am in charge."
With those words Ragnar was dismissed and Harry visibly relaxed when the Wolf Lord left the room leaving Russ alone with his bodyguards that also served as his advisors when he needed opinions of people that didn't have much to gain from saying what he wanted to hear.
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Logan Grimnar stepped into the throne room of his gene-father and liege and let his gaze slip over the pair of Einherjar standing by the door, their forms clad in Terminator armor and armed with massive claws, before looking at his liege who sat on a throne carved out of a roughly hewn stone and was flanked by pair of Custodes. Their golden armor and red plumes rising from the tops of their helmets looking even more intimidating and prestigious than normally.
"My Lord," Logan said, bowing to his liege, yet not kneeling, he wasn't a minor commander that could be forced into submission by the sheer sight of their Primarch. "You called me and here am I at your call."
"Be at ease," Russ said and Logan relaxed a bit. "You did a well governing the chapter and keeping the Lords under control." Then Russ looked at his guards. "Leave us and ensure nobody, not even my brother can enter it until I allow it." The Custodes looked at each other and then at Russ, but a hard look from him sent them out of the room, Einherjar following soon after. "What I want to discuss is for you only. The Imperium my father wanted to build is not the Imperium that exists now and I'll be too occupied on Terra to command the chapter effectively and I need more warriors that I can trust. A thing on which both Valdor and my brother agree."
"What does it mean, my lord?" Logan asked. "You don't mean to?"
"To found more chapters from my bloodline?" Russ asked and Logan looked at him. "Yes, I mean just that. As much as I dislike splitting the chapter, I need more warriors and need them fast. You started recruiting more warriors on Fenris, an excellent idea and a very good bit of forethought on your part. Warriors from the Company that I brought will be split and those that Cawl made will be added to it and will refill the Space Wolves. Nine Wolf Lords of yours and three members of my own guard will take command of the new chapters that will be formed. They will swear fealty to you and will be yours to call upon in times of need, but for the rest of the time will be independent and will work on their own. I also want each of them to be a unique chapter in its own right, each focusing on something else."
"And what will be your role in all of this, my lord?
"I'll keep the title of the Wolf King, but unless the time will call for it I won't take command as Terra needs cleaning and as much as I would love to command my sons in battle, the Imperium is more important and someone needs to watch over it. And Fenris is close enough that messages can be sent and received in days or weeks instead of months as is the case of my brother."
"So I would be a Steward ruling in your name, my lord?" Grimnar asked, trying to come up with some description for the system suggested by Russ. "Normally ruling over the chapter and successors of it, but in times of dire need letting you take command?"
"Indeed," Russ said and then looked at Grimnar. "You know your Wolf Lords far better than I know or will ever know and I want you to choose nine that can be named as leaders of the nine new chapters. The decisions will made when we finally arrive on Terra as I feel like I'll need services of trustworthy warriors when dealing with the cesspit call Terra and its nobility. It was bad enough when father and Malcador kept them on a leash."
"Few of the factions threatened us with an open war," Grimnar said with a vicious smile. "And the Fang was under siege a time or two."
Russ growled and the armrests groaned under stress as he squeezed them, but then he calmed and looked at the Great Wolf, savage and furious gaze boring into the very being of Grimnar. "What?"
"Yes, sire," Grimnar said and then added. "They hate the fact that we ignore the teachings of your brother and have no love for authority of those corrupt bastards. And the Inquisition was mad at us for saying no to their idea of sterilizing whole world."
At this Russ roared and Grimnar backed away from his liege in fear and not wanting to get attacked by the furious Primarch. "They did what?!"
"Angron was summoned to the world of Armageddon and the Grey Knights, whose existence is hidden from all but the highest ranking Marines were sent to stop him and to protect them the Inquisition did what it did."
"It seems I'll need to have words with the Grey Knights that saved me," Russ said and then shook his head. "Or better, with ones who were insane enough to come up with this kind of an idea."
"I think that our friends on Terra will provide us with the names," Grimnar said and then smirked. "A lot of people treats us as savages, but there are some whom we trust and who will provide us with everything we require, including names of those behind those schemes."
"Good, good," Russ said and then focused on Grimnar in a way that made the Old Wolf shift uncomfortably. "Can you choose nine Wolf Lords that should be elevated to the commander of their own chapter?"
"Of course, Wolf King," Grimnar said and bowed his head before retreating out of the room.
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Harry stripped out of his armor and dressed himself in his robe in the gray and yellow of the Space Wolves before sitting down on the floor of his quarters and closing his eyes and almost effortlessly slipping into a state of meditation. His mind wandering across paths it wanted to travel through as his body completely relaxed and released all of the tensions and emotions left him. He felt a weird tug on his mind and focused on whatever that it was and then he felt himself dragged into his own past, events he thought he forgot when the gene-seed took a hold of his body and his mind was reshaped, yet somehow they were here. Stark and clear, far clearer then they would have been to any mortal, yet still there.
He inhaled sharply, his emotions flaring as he looked at his whole mortal life some thirty-eight millenia ago, on Earth or as now it was called Terra, and the mistreatment he suffered from his family there. A thing that made rage and anger burn brightly inside of him and it took a lot out of him to control the urge to slay something and not let his own wolf out of control. He then focused on the time when a Warp rift sucked him out of Earth and sent into this time. He could tell that something was amiss and then he tried to remember the feeling he felt when he was being hurled through the Warp, no daemons were screeching, no gods tried to possess him and turn into their paw.
He was then being chased by that stupid cousin of his when the rift happened on its own, as if something or someone, most likely someone pulled him out of the world and hurled through the Warp. He then realized that only one being that was not Chaos and lived in both points in time had the necessary power and understanding of the Warp to achieve such a thing.
"Now, why did you drag me to this galaxy bathed in blood and unending warfare," Harry whispered, his emerald eyes blazing as psychic powers slowly manifested around him. He slowly exhaled and then inhaled before calming himself and slipping back into the meditative state in which he could spend hours and in extreme cases days.
Harry focused on his past, carefully looking over the memories of the past and looking for any reasons he could have been pulled here and then his heart skipped a beat as his attention was drawn to a memory from the time when he was still an infant. And some kind of a being tried to kill him, only for a woman to throw herself in front of him and take the blast for herself and once the being tried to strike him down. The energy bounced back.
"Remember well that being," a voice echoed in Harry's head. "I have plucked you out of your time to confront a great chaos warlord and bring back my sons. One of the four summoned the one you almost killed back then."
Harry's eyes opened and he looked around his quarters, his armor on the stand in the corner, weapons neatly arrayed to its side and nobody else in the room. He stretched his senses and spotted nobody outside of the room excluding a pair of Tech-Priests that hurried to attend to their duties and flinched when his mind brushed against theirs.
"Another freaky vision," Harry muttered and shook his head before returning to his meditation and trying to find some peace and calm as the fleet prepared for departure into the Warp and to leave the Baal behind.
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Hours slowly passed as the fleet moved towards the Mandeville point, its massive battleships and battlecruisers at its center and smaller and nimbler crafts forming a protective shell around their bigger sisters and their precious cargo of Marines, Titans and most importantly Primarchs. Then the time came and the Warp engines started to come online as the fleet was ready to jump into the Warp and then the fabric of reality was torn open and the fleet entered the Immaterium.
"A Shield Company and two Companies of the Imperial Fists will rendevouz with us above Fenris," Valdor said as he stood on the bridge and looked at Russ. "More would have joined, but Terra is dealing with some civil unrest caused by some more zealous priests and Captain-General is concerned by it."
"How serious the threat of religion became since the time we were gone?" Corax asked, his form almost melting with the shadows and darkness of the bridge.
"Very," Valdor said. "While during the Heresy some worship of the Emperor existed and we tolerated it as it was a thing that was a bulwark against the worship of Chaos, now the religion is everywhere and rules over everything. Until M36 it was manageable and more often than not the Ecclesiarchy was told to shut up and wait, but then a madman called Vandire came and strengthened the Ecclesiarchy, giving it more power, more influence and its own troops. Three things that led to the church gaining the power over everything and de facto ruling over the Imperium."
"Seems like we will need to more or less torch Terra," Corax muttered and Valdor sent him a look. "Gradual change won't work and we need effects fast, effects that will let us prepare for the coming fights and battles against all of the enemies. First we need to start from the Marines and their belief that the Emperor is a god."
"Not all of them follow the faith in the Emperor and most has rather moderate views," Valdor said. "At least those that are aboard ships as I spent time listening to them and trying to learn as much as I could. The fact that we have the Chaplains with them is in fact a good thing."
"How so?" Russ asked and diverted his gaze from a chart showing their course. "Wouldn't they cause the most problems?"
"Normally, yes," Valdor conceded. "But not now, I plan to gather them and give them a short version of the history and explain Imperial Truth to them as well as few interesting facts about Lectitio Divinitatus and the author of it."
"The very same book written by that weakling Lorgar?" Russ asked with a look sent at Valdor. "I thought all were burned down prior to the times of the Heresy."
"Most was, but not all and many more were printed in the times of the Heresy," Corax said and sent a look of disgust towards a massive golden sculpture of their father that was visible atop the projection of one of the Retribution-class battleships. "Do they need to be that shovy?"
"It will get worse once we arrive on Terra," Valdor said and then added. "Some cathedrals occupy a good chunk of a continent, some of them wholly made out of gold, silver and gems. Guarded by thousands of Sisters of Battle and devouring mountains of resources, just to keep running."
"That will end," Corax said quietly. "Even if the Imperium will burn in a civil war, the religious madness will end, no matter the cost."
"Adeptus Custodes will support you, most of the Marines, also, the Guard and Navy, greatly depends, Mars hates the Ecclesiarchy, but the rest will be strongly against it," Valdor said and sent Corax a wary look. "It needs to be done carefully or what we try to safe will topple and fall apart."
"Constantin," Corax said and the first Captain-General of the Custodes looked at him. "I know how to play the game of politics and I know how to play a game of espionage and revolution. Remember Kiavahr and Deliverance, planets I freed having almost no resources."
"I know," Valdor said and paused before his eyes widened. "Yes, this would work nicely." He then paused and looked at Corax. "The issue is that the High Lords have much more power and the Ecclesiarchy will not be willing to give away any of its control so they might even use the assassins, just to stop or slow you down and give them time to hide all the dirt that can be found on them."
"How corrupt did they truly get?"
"As much as it can get, in my times it was bad enough, from the reports I managed to receive from Terra since then, even worse. Rapes, murders, bribes, money meant for the Imperial Guard or the Navy making its way into coffers of the noble families. Those are the nicer parts of what we know about them."
"And the worse?"
"Complete decomposition of the higher levels of the Administratum and the rest of the Imperium. Out of the current twelve of the Lords I can fully trust just three, current Captain-General of the Custodes, Fabricator-General of Mars and Paternoval Envoy from the Navigators."
"They have not much to gain from the politicking so they stay honest," Corax muttered. "While the rest plays the game against each other?"
"Indeed," Valdor said and sent a look at Russ. "Will you be able to control yourself and don't try to kill them, no matter how much you hate them?"
"As much as I would love to behead few of the idiots," Russ growled. "I don't feel like it would benefit me in the long run."
Valdor and Corax nodded before looking towards the displays filling the bridge and the approaching time of the Warp jump.
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Weeks of Warp travel were spent on training and honing the skills as well as on learning about the Imperial Truth and the proper ideology of the Imperium where the Emperor was not revered as a God.
For Harry it was even more demanding as he spent endless hours in the training cages, on the firing ranges and in the forges, trying to make his Terminator Armor fit him and work as smoothly as it should. It was also a time for him to learn how to use one of the Aggressor Armors and more importantly time for him to remember all the things he had forgotten about his past life. Things that changed him for good and calmed his wolf spirit, after the training into a Space Marine he felt as if a part of him was missing, a part he couldn't replace. Now that part was back and with it were the thoughts and feelings he didn't have as a Marine.
He looked at his helmet and its snarling visage of a wolf with black thunder markings on the cheeks and runes meticulously engraved around the eyes of it with three thin prongs running forward, along the snout. "I hope that you last longer than the last one," Harry said quietly and put it on. The moment he did it hundreds of overlays and displays appeared in front of his eyes, feeding him data. Then he grasped his axe and walked onto the bridge where a flurry of activity was happening as they were about to drop out of the Warp.
When the translation into the Matterium happened Harry stood on the bridge, behind the throne of his liege and watched the massive chamber for any threats or dangers, both to Russ and to the fleet. Several silent moments passed on watching the displays as the auspexes of the fleet scanned the void, looking for any ships and fortresses that could be inside of the system. Then Harry's eyes were drawn to the main display on which several bright red skulls appeared, a sign of unidentified ships, before flickering and changing to the fists of the Seventh Legion and the aquila of the general Imperial forces.
"Seems like they are right on time," Valdor said and everybody looked at him. "This force was put in haste and they are here before us."
"Do we have information how large of a force we can expect?" Corax asked as he entered, a pair of Custodians shadowing him.
"Two companies of the Imperial Fists and a Shield Host of Custodians," Valdor said and then added. "It was originally going to be a Shield Company, but I requested more of the Custodians. I have a feeling we will need to cut a path to Terra."
"More blades are always welcomed," Russ added and then looked at his brother. "From here to your home and then to Terra?"
"Aye," Corax nodded. "I need to reunite with my Legion and take back its command, also as you said, more blades are welcomed and we should find some in the Ravenspire."
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A whole week passed before the fleet departed from Fenris system and heading towards galactic south to meet with the Raven Guard that was in the middle of a massive campaign aimed at a Waaagh hurling itself towards Deliverance and much of the chapter and its successors were in one place. A thing that made all those in command of the armada much happier as it meant they wouldn't need to spend weeks or even months waiting for all the chapters to gather and instead had them in one place. However the events concerning the fleet at large were less scary for Harry than the events that concerned him in person.
"So you found the Wolf King and didn't call the chapter to your position?" Logan Grimnar asked accusatory as they sat in the chambers of the Great Wolf on board of Hrafnkel.
"Great Wolf," Harry said carefully, trying not to show any sign or even suggestion of weakness, he simply couldn't afford it. "The situation was… unclear and there are at play powers far greater than a single chapter or its lords."
"What powers?" Logan asked with a hint of anger and annoyance to his voice.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe the Emperor?" Harry said with a shrug that made the Old Wolf leap from his throne. "I don't lie, Great Wolf, I merely state the facts and things I had seen and learned when meditating or when talking with the Custodes. The Emperor had used me as his pawn to achieve far greater things than I could have on my own." Grimnar growled, his fangs bared and poised to strike. "I don't lie to you, Great Wolf, the truth is shocking, but it is truth and you cannot deny it."
Logan remained motionless for several precarious moments, his form tensed and ready to pounce at the young pup that dared to challenge him and then he sat down on his throne and gave Harry a cold, calculating look. "I think I will accept the explanation, for now," he said and his face scarred by age and battle twisted. "But much of the chapter might have issues with accepting that they were denied the chance of rescuing their Primarch."
"I am painfully aware of the fact, Great Wolf," Harry said and then looked at the second in command of the chapter. "But I don't think any will challenge me. Or at least I think so."
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Plotting and scheming was nothing as natural and common to nobles on Terra as breathing is to a human that nobody arched an eyebrow when an unremarkable ship landed on one of the landing pads of the Inner Palace, aboard it a group of the Wolfblades, the Celestarch and a Magos Dominus of Mars. They were greeted by one of the Custodes and led into a maze of the corridors, chambers, plazas and halls that compromised the Inner Palace before being ushered into a circular chamber deep in the bowels of the maze. Inside of the room there were three Custodes, Paternoval Envoy to the High Lords of Terra as well as Master of Astronomican and Adeptus Astra Telepathica.
"Thank you for your timely arrival," the Custodian that seemed the oldest and wisest said.
"The summon from the Ten Thousand couldn't been ignored," the Celestarch said and gestured at her companions. "But the people I was asked to bring are somewhat puzzling."
"All will be explained in due time," the Custodian said. "I'm Trajan Valoris, Captain-General of the Custodians, and events of last months forced my hand. Are you all aware of the sudden and unexplained brightness of the Astronomican, the beacon powered by His Majesty and guiding our ships through the Warp?"
"Yes, we are," the Celestarch said, her mind working in overdrive as she tried to guess what could have been the reason for the question. "Many of my relatives have reported that when they gaze into the Empyrean the chorus of voices of the Astronomican is far stronger and far easier to see than it was ever before."
"It needs to stay as a secret and nobody can be allowed to know about it," Master of Astronomican said, even if he was an aged man, he was a politician schooled in the harsh school of politics played by the nobility and more importantly he was a psyker of a considerable power. Not as powerful as the Master of Adeptus Astra Telepathica, but underestimating him was a dangerous thing. "We are monitoring the arcane machinery of Emperor's holy work and suddenly it started to mend itself as if someone or something was using psychic powers to fix it and we have a theory of what could have caused it, but first we want an answer from you. Did the Wolfblade that is missing on Terra send any reports?"
"He did," the Celestarch said. "Written extremely cryptic and almost impossible to decipher for all, but Valkoth." She indicated the Wolfblade standing behind her. "He was only able to do it because he is privy to many signs and languages used by his chapter to obscure true meaning of the message."
"The report, what did it contain?" Trajan asked, leaning a bit forward and showing interest.
"That a Wolf and Raven once again stalk the stars and he is en route to Baal," Valkoth said and grimaced. "Wolf that stalks the stars is a name we use at times for ourselves, but is also a name of the personal banner of our Primarch."
"Clever," Master of Adeptus Astra Telepathica said. "He hid the message in so simple words that most savants of the Inquisition would be lost."
"Is it true, my Lords?" The Celestarch asked. "That Primarchs once again walk the stars."
"It is," Trajan said. "But again, nobody can be trusted with it, bar the people in this room. The news will shake the balance of power and from what we have gathered the rest of the High Lords intercepted the message and isn't too happy about it. Much more we cannot tell you, but we expect that you prepare your holdings for the coming battles and clashes."
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A/N - Reviews:
Storm Fury - remember that here Leman Russ is back and he knows about a lot of hidden stashes of gear and more importantly if he has any reason in his thick skull he will let Corax utilize his blood and genome to develop Wolf version of Raptors or make Primaris even nastier. So Magnus when he, if he comes, to Fenris might run away very fast.
Albionia - Here is what you asked for, kinda, for details Harry needs to meditate some more and hope that Big E will amuse him with some glimpses into the future or the past.
Ataxius - You can write a book or two about it, a lot varies on chapter. Imperial Fists or Black Templars are monastic orders so nope, nein, niet, nie, but in case of Space Wolves, White Scars and other chapters that take, how to say it, ah, a more casual approach to their duty and discipline it is there.