Son of the True Liberator (6)

930.M30
Grenouille, Bellatrix System
Ultima Segmentum
Milky Way Galaxy

It's been five years (By his father's pickaxe, he really has a connection with the number five, doesn't he?) since he initiated his first Imperial Compliance and so far, his Legion was doing quite well. Most of the worlds that the World Eaters had brought into compliance were either ruled by petty despots that trample the liberty of those they're suppose to serve or minor xenos who harbored a deep hatred for the humans they're ruling.

The Five Knight Houses that accompanied the World Eaters were also doing quite well, with every one of them earning glory and fame. Already, these obscure houses were gaining traction as they heavily contributed to the World Eater's campaign within the Ultima Segmentum.

There's also the numerous Mechanicum forces that decided to accompany him throughout his military campaigns. Many were surprised within the Imperium when the Martian Parliament, with the current Fabricator-General of Mars, Jzzul Phaetex, declaring that the Cult Mechanicus and the World Eaters shall forever be allied with one another, that any of Angron's sons are forever welcome to their Forge-Worlds and the World Eaters being declared Aeternus Socius by the Cult Mechanicus. The Treaty of Nuceria was regarded by many within the Imperium as a shock with even the Emperor returning back to Terra to find out what caused the Martian Parliament to declare his legion an Aeternus Socius to the Cult Mechanicus.

There's also the numerous Rogue Traders that tried to capitalize on securing an alliance with a newly-discovered Primarch, seeking to secure themselves a Warrant of Trade, to which his father gave all a middle finger before eventually Angron gave two Warrants of Trade to House Straticus and House Novella, with the former being a present to one of his father's oldest Guardian and the latter being one that he knew of during his time on Terra, with Ars Novella reminding Angron of his father, personality wise.

In any case, barring all of that, Angron refocused himself as his Thunderbird landed within one of the Iron Blood's docking station. This was the first military campaign that he's collaborating with another legion and the fact that he's coordinating with one of the most ruthless individuals he'd heard about is rather interesting to think about.

Perturabo, Primarch of the Iron Warriors. Outside of Corax, Perturabo was the first Primarch that he's about to meet and already, he isn't liking the thought of what their interaction would be. From what he'd heard about Perturabo, his 'brother' is a taciturn individual, focusing on ensuring his Legion is as taut as steel, regardless of the cost it might bring.

It doesn't help that even though the Iron Warriors had brought numerous worlds under Imperial Compliance, the worlds that he brought under the banner of the double-eagle Aquila were left in ruins.

Despite this, the World Eaters does require the Iron Warrior's skills of siege warfare as the world of Grenouille is heavily fortified, with numerous strategic bastions and fortress littered throughout the planet and as much as he wanted to initiate orbital bombardment upon the planet, his father was insistent on ensuring the planet's integrity as the planet lies on a vital Warp Route to numerous Imperial worlds. As his father had eloquently described the Bellatrix Sector, 'The entire system is a freaking pitstop.'

With that out of the way, Angron find himself near within his brother's command center, with Perturabo giving him an intense look before he looked back to the holo-table.

Ignoring his brother's faux-pas, Angron decided to extend his hand, "Brother. A pleasure to finally meet you."

Perturabo look to his outstretched hand as he slowly, carefully, shook his hand, "Brother." Was all he said as he quickly took his hand off, his gaze refocused to the holo-table.

"Kinda short for your introduction, isn't it?" His father bluntly remarked as he resisted to smack his head. He'd forgotten that his father was rather... for a lack of a better word, blunt when it comes to social interaction. Although his father does it better as he's actually honest with his words, unlike his 'brother' in front of him as he bristled from his father's remark, his baleful eyes boring down upon his father's casual look.

"Yes, and what of it? Besides, who are you suppose to be?" Perturabo demanded as his father gave him a smirk, his eyes filled with playfulness.

"I'm the father of this lug right here. And you can call me Steven." This time, his father extended his arm to Perturabo as he gave it a stare before snorting and ignored him.

Seeing his father began to fume, he discreetly ordered his sons to calm his father down as he looked at the holo-table, "I hope you don't mind brother, but I'd like to start our campaign as soon as possible."

His brother nodded as he zoomed into the planet, the holo-table giving way to numerous fortresses sprawled across the planet.

"Upon your request and with this planet's strategic important as a stopping point to numerous vital planets throughout this local sector, we will start the battle via orbital bombardment of key defensive figures north of the planet's surface. After securing this region, we shall quickly push forwards, with your Knight Houses being the central figure of this plan as they engage the planet's most heaviest defended region whilst your forces and mine shall engage both the south and west specifically. When the operations succeeds, we shall reconvene on the center of the fortress to which we'll push them all into the eastern fortress, where its the most weakest. After that, we'll launch artillery and wait for them to come out of their defenses." Perturabo explained as Angron understood the plan whilst his father, gave Perturabo a look.

"So you want to make my Knight Houses serve as bait whilst me and your sons push towards the weakest parts of the planet's defense?" Angron asked as Perturabo only nodded, stoic as he is silent.

"Yes." The Lord of Iron simply said, looking at Angron with an intense gaze. Almost as if he's expecting him to rebuke him.

Before Angron could mouth off his protest, the answer his father gave shocked him, "Sure. We'll do it." His father said, shrugging his shoulders as if it were that simple.

The Lord of Iron gave his father a look of surprise, with Angron doing the same as he saw his father stretch his arms and legs. Cracking his head, he looked to Angron as his father gave him a cocky smirk.

"Don't worry, boy. You ensure our forces in the south while I'll handle the north." His father answered, a touch of arrogance in his tone. For his part, Perturabo gave his father a curious look, a look that might give way to confusion to his sons as he doesn't really express that much emotion apart from rage, jealousy or stoicism.

"And how would you do that?" Perturabo questioned, his voice a mix of sarcasm, curiosity and confusion.

"Well, simple." His father then let out a block of TnT, causing many of the mortals looking in gasps in surprise with his brother sprouting the same look before quickly covering it up.

"I'll just let out a little bit of boom."