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The twelve of them stood on the gallery overlooking the entrance hall and watched as Astartes entered. There had been thirteen of them last time, but Matthias, who Leman Russ had code-named Regis, had been the one called forward to be taken away by the red-armoured Astartes who arrived the month before. The Thousand Sons, they had been called. Teleute remembered Matthias questioning the Wolf Priests about the other Legions and their complexity, his dismay when they had refused him access to a library, claiming that there was no such store of written lore anywhere in the ancient fortress.
So naturally, the one who could have identified the legion or chapter (she wasn't entirely clear on the distinction) of the new arrivals was gone first, leaving them to guess. If she wasn't the one selected this time, Teleute swore she would question the Priests and force everyone else to memorise the basic colour schemes of the original Legions.
"Does anyone remember which legions use white?" she asked and then saw that while the leading Astartes were wearing white power armour, there was a cluster of four at the back wearing black. "Or black - are two Legions arriving at once?"
Dorias ducked behind her and crammed into a corner between her and a wall, ducking his head to avoid visibility. "I don't know," he muttered, "But whoever they are, I hope they call for me. Or Umi. Is she...?" He looked around furtively.
"Stay down," Teleute hissed as she saw the other girl scanning the group. Leman Russ, who claimed to be their brother (how that worked, Teleute had no idea: she'd spent most of the first week in his company caught between religious awe and dread that somehow she'd done something terrible and his legendary wrath would suddenly be directed at her) had designated Umi as Predator and it was an apt choice. All the feral girl seemed interested in was food, fighting and... well there was a reason Dorias tried to avoid her, although he didn't put up much resistance on the occasions when she did jump him.
"It could be that the ones in black are from a successor Chapter," suggested Prima. "And I think that the White Scars wear white armour." The taller woman sat on Teleute's other side.
Teleute leant forward in her seat, causing Dorias to cringe in case Umi was looking in their direction. "I don't think that these are White Scars. They have a sort of yellow bar in their heraldry don't they? This looks more like... a boar of some kind?"
Prima squinted. "Those aren't tusks," she said and both Teleute and Dorias heard a tremble in her voice. "That's a crescent moon."
"I... don't understand," Dorias muttered.
"The Luna Wolves. The chapter formed by loyalists from the Arch-Traitor's own legion," explained the woman. "Which means that whoever they pick must be..."
Teleute swallowed. "You mean..." She lowered her voice. "Horus?"
Her answer was a nod.
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AN: Not a true update today, but fixing a rather EPIC (yes capitals needed) miss on my part, kudos to drakensis for pointing it out!