Prologue He knew his father was over joyed with the news of the founding of another of his brothers, scouts had reported strong signals from a planet in the Uhulis Sector of Segmestum Tempestus designated fifty nine four. He didn't care for these foundings! Built and bred to destroy his foes, he felt his talents were being wasted. "My King, you asked to speak with me?" the voice came from behind him, he had sensed Jorin Bloodhowl's presence before he had even spoke. "Jorin. We have been tasked to travel to a planet in the Uhulis Sector. My father wishes me to take the whole Legion but I have chosen just to send the thirteenth." Jorin went to one knee "My King, it would be an honour!" Leman Russ turned to face his son, his teeth gritted in disapproval at his wolf lord. "Rise! You need not kneel before me in ceremony. The Emperor requires this courtesy, I have no need for pointless gesture!" Jorin stood up immediately, "My apologies my King. Will you be accompanying us?" "Me and the Emperor will be travelling with you to the planet, the Emperor will travel to the surface to meet my lost brother. We will stay until the planet is in full compliance then regroup with the rest of the fleet." "Excellent my King, I will ready my company." "Carry on Jorin." The captain turned on his heels and left his chamber, something troubled him about Jorin Bloodhowl, this tasking would reveal it he believed. Akbit The Space Wolves fleet arrived into the system two months after leaving Terra with the Emperor aboard the flagship Frost Claw, Leman Russ and Jorin Bloodhowl were also present on the thirteenth company's flagship. The rest of the fleet followed, destroyers, frigates and strike cruisers numbering 70 ships in total. The ships came into orbit above fifty nine four. The planet was ten times the size of Terra and largely covered in jungle and orbited a blue sun. Drop pods carrying scouts from the Space Wolves Legion began to make planet fall almost immediately. The scouts would carry out large scale assessments of the planet and carry out searches for the Primarch. Three days passed before confirmed reports of the Primarchs location were sent to the Emperor. Other reports had indicated the planet was infested with Orcs and the human species was hugely outnumbered. A third species had been sighted but little could be confirmed about them. The Emperor decided that he would travel to the surface with a small contingent of Custodes. He had insisted that he accompany his father to the surface of the planet, and after agreeing not to take either of his wolves his father allowed him to join the contingent. The Thunder hawk left the Frost Claw early on the forth day, a clearing had been found and the scouts had made contact with the human inhabitants and the believed to be Primarch. The clearing was crowded with people, the planet seemed to have no flight equipment so for them it would been the first time they would have seen a ship. The thunder hawk landed and the honour guard of Custodes exited via the ramp and established a perimeter. The Emperor followed once the area was secure and Leman Russ followed after his father. The inhabitants were shocked by the sheer presence of the Emperor. A silence seemed to fall as the Emperor began to speak. "Do not be afraid! I am the Emperor of Mankind and father to all humans. I am here with my son to bring you home into the Imperium. It has been many years since you were cut off from Terra and the rest of humanity but no longer!" The inhabitants didn't speak, they were awestruck. "I am also here to meet with one of my lost sons, is there one among you who would call me father?" The crowd began to part and there he stood. The warrior was clad in armour not that different to the armour of the Custodes, coloured half blue and half orange with green under armour showing through the gaps in his armour. His helmet was the polished skull of a creature long dead, sprouting from the back of his helm was a rainbow mane. He stood as tall as the Emperor and as broad as Russ in his armour, an axe was strapped to his back and he carried a club as big as an average man. His eyes sat in darkness under the teeth of his helm and a grin appeared across his face. "I am Monte Cazuma, welcome to Akbit. Father."