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The Light of Duty

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Roboute Guilleman gauged the couple standing before him, eyes lingering on the small bundle in the woman's arms.

"Sit," he motioned to the pair of smaller chairs set in front of his own, and remained standing until they themselves sat, "Her name?" He prompted

The father of Macragge looked apprehensive but spoke up, "It… it is a great honour that the Emperor has chosen us to bare your Senshi," he said haltingly, "And her name is Aurelia."

'Aurelia?' Roboute rolled the word around his head and felt approval, then nodded to the infant, "If anything, you should thank your daughter, it was her soul that chose you."

The blonde woman looked wonderingly at her new daughter, "Us? Out of so many?"

"Indeed, she obviously felt you had the qualities important to her."

The young mother lifted her baby and rested her cheek against the girls golden hair.

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"So brother, do we get to meet the new addition to our family?" Vulkan asked after the obligatory formalities had been exchanged.

Roboute's honour guard of Ultramarines was precisely the same size as the detachments of their own Legions that Vulkan and Sanguinius had brought so the landing bay was now a mix of blue, green and crimson as the three groups intermingled, veterans seeking out old acquaintances from their brother legions.

The Ultramarine Primarch nodded calmly. "Of course, Vulkan. I apologise that she was not here to greet you."

"I hope that she is well?" Sanguinius' voice held a trace of concern. Not all the Senshi Minoris had been found untouched by the enemies of the Imperium.

"Quite well, yes." Their brother paused in evident consideration of how to express his next thought. "She is merely..." There was a crackle of almost entirely inaudible sound from the speaker built into the collar of his armour. "Ah. She's arriving now."

The three Primarchs moved out of the compartment, leaving their Astartes to continue getting reacquainted. No sooner had the doors opened then a distant but approaching sound caught the attention of both new arrivals.

]"..."

It sounded like a voice - human, female, perhaps somewhat breathless.

The source arrived all of a sudden, darting around them towards the door.

"Sorryexcusemelategotto..."

She was human, dressed in a long blue silken tunic of the kind common to Ultramar fashion, in Vulkan's limited experience of his brother's realm. Long blonde hair was tied up in two ponytails, evident imitation of Serenity's preferred style (not at all uncommon). She'd also been moving almost as fast as some of Vulkan's slower astartes (More impressive than it sounded).

The girl drew herself up, back to the primarchs, straightened her tunic and the large bouquets of red, green and blue-headed flowers she bore, then prepared to enter the compartment that they had just left.

Roboute cleared his throat, very gently.

She froze and turned her head, very slightly, to see who she had just run past. A distinct reddening of her cheeks took place.

"My brothers, may I present to you Senshi Macragge," Roboute intoned formally.

Both Primarchs bowed deeply to the girl. "It is a great pleasure to meet you," Sanginius said in his most charming voice. Vulkan rolled his eyes. No doubt his winged brother would inadvertantly spark off another teenage crush.

Macragge swallowed and held up the bouquets like a shield to block off her face. "Um... haha... er... Welcome to Macragge! I brought you flowers! I was... um... picking them for you and...lost track of time." Yes, there was that crush.

Kindly, Sanguinius let her off the hook. "What lovely flowers." He accepted one and sniffed at them. "The scent is delightful."

Vulkan could now see a very obvious redness in Macragge's cheeks. Although... He blinked. She was looking at him, not Sanguinius. Avoiding the gaze of her new idol perhaps?

Then Senshi Macragge stepped quickly towards the Primarch of the Salamanders and placed the other bouquet in his hands before staring up at his black face with her huge green eyes. "Oh wow, they really glow..." She murmured in wonder.

Roboute Guilleman, Master of Ultramar, Primarch of XIII Legion started chewing on his lower lip rather than laugh at the perplexed look on Vulkan's face.

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AN: Something of a collaberation between drakensis and I.