Author: Winged Knight (first section), drakensis (second), Bloody Mary (the third)

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Magnus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't entirely sure how to deal with this. On the one hand, it was certainly impressive one of his successor chapters had managed to achieve such a thing. On the other, Chapter Masters of over one hundred different Chapters were nagging him about it and it was giving him a damn headache. It didn't help that Ira found the whole thing completely hilarious.

And now this had happened.

"Gabriel..." he began, looking for the words.

"Yes, my lord Magnus?"

Another sigh. "Gabriel, enough is enough. This can't continue."

The Chapter Master of the Blood Ravens brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm not sure what you mean, my lord."

"Gabriel, it was bad enough when the Blood Ravens were just nicking small things from other Chapters you came across. But this is simply too much."

The white haired marine looked at his hands, where the master-worked power weapons still gleamed in their new red coat. "It's the powerfists, isn't it?"

"Yes. Now scrub off the red paint and give Roboute back his Gauntlets."

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It had started out quite innocently. Two Blood Ravens had happened to be present when Persephone needed extra pairs of hands to carry the lamps she'd just purchased.

Then they got lost and called in a Thunderhawk to carry the three of them back to orbit.

It was, admittedly, an error of judgement not to explain to the pilot that they were taking Lady Persephone back to Primarch Mortarion's flagship and not to the Blood Raven Battle Barge.

That did not justify the Death Guard launching a boarding action to rescue their little sister though.

"My brothers," the Chapter Master observed solemnly. "I'm beginning to worry about our reputation."

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Ira regarded the gathered Blood Ravens sternly. "I realize that there are a lot of things a Space Marine might crave to be found on the battlefield, but you must remember that you represent not only yourselves."

"You are Space Marines, Imperial Angels of Death-you are warriors forged by the will of the Emperor himself. You have been named in my honour, after my-"

Silence fell, as the gathered Blood Ravens and Ira watched Phobos and Deimos fly away the sword of the First Captain gripped in their talons.

"You've been teaching them!" Ira called out angrily.

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