It was the thirteenth day of Secundus when the battle began. Hours and his traitor forces began to pour forth from drop pods as tank battalions and the Imperial Army marched to meet them, hoping to cripple his forces before the reached the palace. They had already begun to attack the spaceports surrounding the palace so they could secure a landing sight for more forces. The golden throne hummed with a gentle but loud power that easily broke the silence of the throne room. Every custodian was in the room with the emperor, clad in their gold plated armor, gripping their halberd guns in their leather gauntlets, each and everyone of them had their faces hidden behind their ornate eagle crested helmet. Arron Markakin gripped the hilt of his halberd, fists clenched with hate. His weapon had been cleaned, oiled, prayers had been said, scrolls had been read. His best friend had been slain by traitor forces in cold blood, caught from behind by that pathetic excuse for a Primarch Logar and his tainted cowardly legion, his blood boiled when ever he thought about them, or any traitor for that matter. Aquallion would, be, avenged.
"Calm yourself Arron" a loud but gentle voice broke the silence of his mind, talking to him through his mind so that he could maintain the silence for everyone else and keeping Arron from being embarrassed. "You will get your chance to fight, if I know hours, he will make his attack on the palace too soon while using too many of his more vital assets."
His heart skipped a beat as he realized the emperor was talking to him from the throne. "I will father, forgive me."
"For what? You have done nothing to anger me, you have no acts of treachery or taint upon you. I will not punish you for having emotions" the Emperor replied. "Just use them carefully."
He simply nodded in acknowledgement, letting his father know that he got the point, he tried not to envy those already fighting, for envy was a short but brutal road to corruption. After a scant few seconds, he forgot about it entirely. It would be a long night.