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#1 simison

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Posted 16 January 2015 - 03:02 AM

[Here is the companion fluff piece for my II Legion, centered on their primarch.]

 

The aide hurried through the vast garden. He carried with him news, news that would change the fate of their world and their sister worlds. A fleet had been detected entering the system. A fleet composed of ships of vast power and size. A fleet heading steadily advancing toward their defense network. The aide climbed up a small hill, cursing the Prime Minister for his insistence on detaching himself from the world at such an inopportune time. During these times of meditation, the Prime Minister would turn off all of his portable communication devices, and could only be reached via physical messenger.  At the top of the hill, the aide paused as he scanned the garden for his task. A single glance was all it took. No one could mistake the Prime Minister for anyone else. After all, not one man or woman could hope to reach the Prime Minister’s height. 

 

The giant was tending to his portion of the garden, several bushes of flowers was his focus for this month. It was strange to see such a famous and powerful man on his knees in the dirt, idly humming as he worked with his gardening tools.  The aide sprinted down the hill and closed the distanced between them in a few seconds. Before he could open his mouth, the Prime Minister without turning to look at him lifted one finger. “Catch your breath, Gregory. I already know.”

 

Gregory resisted the urge to touch the holy symbol around his neck. He was one of many who believed the Prime Minister was blessed by the gods. The Prime Minister’s mysterious foresight, which had led him to becoming the de facto ruler of the entire system, was the largest piece of evidence of the blessing. Gregory took a few deep gulps of air before he opened his mouth to speak again.

 

The warning finger wagged. The Prime Minister glanced at him with a mischievous smile before he shook his head. He began to pack away his tools. “Relax Gregory. There’s no need to be alarmed. Change is coming, but ultimately, I think it’ll be for the best. Please inform Admiral Zhon to stand down and to welcome our guests.” With a sigh, Gottfri climbed to his feet and stared at the sky. “My father has come for me.”

 


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Posted 16 January 2015 - 07:33 AM

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Posted 18 January 2015 - 03:36 AM

Seated on his command throne, Irvin Ruel impassively listened as the reports filed in. One last ship had been claimed by the warp during translation into the target system. Compared to the total fleet's size, it was a minute payment for entry. For the price of one ship, three legions had successfully entered the system. Not just any three either. Out of the corner of his eye, Irvin could see one of the crewman's display showing ships belonging to the Second, the Sixth, and the Sixteenth legions. The entire Second Legion was here, called in from the various fronts to coalesce into a united whole. While only representing a small portion of their strengths, the Sixth and Sixteenth detachments contained some of the most powerful and famous ships of the Great Crusade, including the Vengeful Spirit and the Hrafnkel. It was another hint for the reason they had been brought here. Of the twenty legions, only two so far had been reunited with their lost Primarchs. Somewhere on those ships were the Primarchs Horus and Leman Russ. And, if the whispered rumors roaming the hallways were true, then a third had been found. By far, the biggest supporting evidence was the one ship dwarfing even the flagships of Horus and Russ. The Imperator Somnium, the personal flagship of the Emperor. 

 

Thus, when the fleet had first been forged and brought together under the personal command of the Emperor, the rumors had started. The third primarch had been found and it was time to bring him back into the Imperium's fold. Irvin had done his best to contain the rumors. While it was certainly a possibility their father had been found, he saw no reason to raise the legion's hopes without some kind of evidence. The Emperor himself had never claimed to have found their primarch and when asked, didn't confirm they had found him. If there was no primarch to be found, it could hurt morale after inflating false hope.

 

Yet, as scans revealed the local fleet's size and strength, Irvin couldn't keep the rumors out of his own head. The local fleet was a mere fraction of theirs, and their largest warship was half the size of the Vengeful Spirit. Unless there was another purpose to this campaign, it was a waste to have so much of the Legiones Astartes concentrated here. "How quickly is the local fleet responding?"

 

Fleetmaster Themos answered as he studied the visual feeds, "In slow order. The fleet is dividing into three groups with escorts forming a screen. If I had to guess, my lord, I don't think they've ever prepared to combat a fleet of our size." The Fleetmaster had been recently promoted following his excellent performance in the Selecuid campaign. The man was void-born and marked by it by his unusual height. He was merely a head shorter than a space marine, but his thin frame made him appear almost two-dimensional when standing next to a marine. 

 

Irvin frowned as he judged his possible adversaries. "Is our fleet in position?" 

 

"Yes, my lord.The Luna Wolves have already formed their spearhead and are beginning their advance." The Fleetmaster glanced at him with his iron-colored eyes. "I fear we may not play much of a role after the Wolves finish their first strike if they don't accept compliance soon."

 

Before Irvin could reply, communications officer Daylen announced, "My lords, we are receiving a general message from the local fleet commander."

 

"Let's hear it," Themos commanded. 

 

Throughout the bridge, a voice said, "This is High Admiral Zhon-Vrook Carde of the Delian Federation. We ask you to identify yourselves, and to halt any offensive maneuvers. We are prepared to stand down and are willing to negotiate as necessary."

 

One of the junior bridge officers snorted. "Negotiate? Someone can't count."

 

No one had a chance to say anything as the Emperor himself answered, his voice echoing throughout the entire Imperial fleet. "I am the Emperor, and have no desire to engage in hostilities. My only wish is to arrange for a meeting between myself and your head of state at the earliest convenience." 


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Posted 21 January 2015 - 07:28 AM

Gregory waited impatiently as he relayed the avalanche of reports coming to him through his small communicator currently wrapped around his ear. The balding aide was under the distinct impression he was being ignored as the Prime Minister occasionally nodded, while he put the finishing touches on his  uniform. Gregory glanced around the small ready room as his mouth instinctively spoke. Small was a relative word for this room and the rest of the mansion that was the personal home of Salim's Prime Minister. The ceiling, the walls, even the furniture were twice the size of their normal cousins on the rest of the planet. It had to be, for the Prime Minister was a giant, though he made sure there was plenty of normal-sized furniture to host the many leaders and guests he often met or entertained. Unfortunately, this room made no such accommodations for the rest of the humanity as this was Gottfri's personal ready room. A single large desk and chair were the only furniture, while most of the walls were decorated with weapons, pictures, and other keepsakes that supposedly enhanced the Prime Minister's creative desires on the days where he simply wanted to tinker.

 

Gregory took a moment to ignore his communicator as he asked his own question. "Sir, is it wise to choose your military uniform for this...event? You said there was nothing to fear."

 

"We don't," Gottfri reassured him as he finished pinning the last of his military awards, which covered both sides of his suit jacket with ribbons, seven-pointed stars, and medals. "But, until the unknown is cleared away, the people will fear this strange fleet coming towards us. They will want to know that they will be protected and what better way to show them then by physically reminding them that I am their Commander-in-Chief." The giant turned to the trusted aide. "Has the Senate convened?"

 

"Most of them, sir. Senators Myron and Senator Xiu haven't arrived, but their aides say they are only momentarily delayed."

 

"Good. Have my car waiting for me outside. I'll be leaving in a few minutes myself."

 

"Yes, Prime Minister," Gregory replied before hurrying out.

 

Alone and free of distractions, Gottfri turned his head toward the ceiling. With ease, his mind reached out and he left his ready room behind as he awareness flew through the atmosphere. As ordered, Zhon's fleet had stand down and was holding orbit above the planet. The thousands of human minds in the fleet were colored with fear, anxiety, surprise, and hope. With a thought, Gottfri passed through the fleet to study the far more interesting arrivals. Before him another sea of humanity slowly moved towards them. No. Not just humans. While there was humanity numbering in the millions stretched out before him, some of them were not quite human anymore. Thousands of minds were subtly different in a way that took Gottfri a few seconds to miss out. No fear. No hint of it. Fascinating. 

 

And three minds stood out like stars in the enormous cloud of human thoughts and emotions. Well, two stars and a supernova. Gottfri thought about investigating the two smaller stars, but he recognized the mind of his Father. After several decades of not knowing who his true parent was, he allowed curiosity to focus on the golden power and he hurried to it. 

 

Not yet, my son. All in good time.

 

Gottfri blinked and was surprised to see he was on the floor. The words. So few, and yet more than enough to 'gently' push him back into his body. No one had ever shown such power to him. Not even the strange xeno he had caught a decade ago. He climbed onto his feet as he analyzed the words again. He felt hints of amusement, a strong dose of determination and affection. Yet, he could detect a smidgen of disappointment. Without meaning to, he felt his second sight reaching into the future to determine the cause for the disappointment. He frowned and stopped himself. For all he knew, his Father would sense that as well and take offense to that. Still, he doubted his brush with his Father's mind was the cause of the disappointment, but what was it then?



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Posted 23 January 2015 - 08:06 AM

Salim, the capital of Delos, was originally a small town in the center of the western continent Maghādvīpa. Few events had occurred in this little spot of Delos throughout the ages of mankind, which is why Gottfri chose it upon uniting the world into a unified government. There was no old blood lingering beneath the foundation to spoil the peace he had crafted after a decade of hard work. In the span of a few years, the small town was transformed into the ideal metropolis, featuring the newest technological wonders the planet had to offer. And at the heart of this new city was the Senate. Utilizing a word from ancient Terra to satisfy Sindhuans, Hellasans, and the smaller represented cultures, it was here the representatives of the planet gathered to guide and vote upon the future of Delos. The building in which they met was a large dome a mile in diameter and divided into three rings. The outer ring featured in-door gardens, restaurants, rooms for solace, and other features that allowed Senators, aides, and governmental workers to relax and interact with the common man. The middle ring housed the numerous offices, libraries, and work stations where most of the daily work of running a government was done. In the center was a vast chamber shaped into an amphitheater with the stage replaced by a platform and a large desk fit only for a being the size of the Prime Minister. Each ring was separated by boundaries of increasing security the deeper one went into the Senatorial dome. Although a web of corridors, walkways, and paths spread throughout the dome, a single path existed that went straight from the southern entrance to the main chamber. 

 

Today, two ranks of security personnel stood on both sides keeping the ever-growing crowd of people as Delos waited for its newest visitors to make their way down the road to the Senate proper. Gottfri waited with the Senate in the main chamber, for once, silent as he allowed the Senators whisper to one another. Normally, he kept a full awareness of each Senator's thoughts and desires. With his powerful perception, no Senator could ever hope of deceiving or conspiring against him. It saved the political process a great deal of time and effort that used to be wasted on such fools. No Senator was ever elected without first understanding that they would be sacrificing their privacy for their term of service. To be a public agent of the people, this was a small sacrifice. At least, in Gottfri's opinion. 

 

With such an old habit, it was taking effort to not peer into the minds of the incoming visitors. His passive sense told him there were four parties coming in in a line. In front, the blazing power of his Father's mind led three others. From the tidbits he could sense, these three minds intrigue him. They reminded him of the strange, fearless minds he sensed among the fleet, yet were distinct from them. Behind his Father, he sensed another powerful mind, but bright in a more mundane way. Whoever this man was, he was perhaps as great as his own mind, but muted in psyonic powers. Four of the fearless ones marched with this mind, each of a different shade in attitude. Behind them was another great mind and three others....but that was all Gottfri could passively know. They felt covered as though a fog wrapped around themselves. Curious. But the last party of three individuals also intrigued Gottfri. No great mind there, but each of them were alighted with anticipation and joy to the point that Gottfri was eagerly awaiting to see the reason why. 

 

It wouldn't be long. With precision and ceremony, the Senate guards reached out and open the Senate doors to welcome the self-proclaimed Emperor of Mankind.



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Posted 23 January 2015 - 08:31 AM

Awesome as always Simison :)
It's incredible how much fluff some people can write and more that their fluff fits perfectly to the plot .
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"We have all burned. Down in the fire pits, or from the brander's
iron in the solitorium, we have all touched the fire. It leaves scars,
even for us. We carry them proudly, with honour. But the scars
we took that day on that battlefield, we bear only with shame
and regret. They are a memorial in flesh, a physical reminder of
everything we have lost, a burn even we fire-born cannot endure
without pain."

 

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Posted 23 January 2015 - 07:36 PM

Loving it so far.

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Posted 24 January 2015 - 04:05 AM

Gottfri had mentally prepared himself for being in close proximity to his Father's powerful mind. He had not been prepared for His sheer physical presence. When the doors opened, the Emperor stood towering and radiant in golden armor of incredible complexity. It was like the power and brightness of a star had been condensed into a single being. After a momentary pause, the Emperor strode forward, attended by three warriors in golden armor carrying pole arms with guns attached to the shafts. Taking a moment to distract himself from the walking sun, Gottfri peered into the minds of his Senators. All worry, fear, and anger had evaporated and been replaced with awe. Simple, profound awe. If the Emperor had asked of them to resign their positions and come serve him, Gottfri had no doubt that he would be left with an empty chamber. As the Emperor came forward, Gottfri managed to glimpse the rest of the retinue entering the chamber.

 

The first third of the retinue was a giant bald man clad in heavy power armor of white with gold edgings. Throughout the front of the armor, gold-and-red eyes stared outward and a large furry pelt covered his back. Were it not for the Emperor, this being would be the most resplendent in the room, exuding command and charisma to out-match Gottfri's. The giant wore a smile as he glanced around the room before focusing on Gottfri. Four soldiers in white-and-black armor formed a crescent moon behind him, the tallest of them wearing a topknot and a burning smolder of a personality. Even now, this soldier amused himself by forming plans of attack against Gottfri and his Senators. 

 

The next third was led by the last giant who wore armor of grey adorned with a giant wolf's head and talismans across the armor, which reminded Gottfri of the few remaining southern tribes where they still worshiped ancient animal spirits. This giant did not shine like the Emperor or wear a mantle leadership like the other, but instead wore unapologetic physical power. It looked like the giant was holding back a furious explosion that was waiting to unleash against his hapless enemies. The giant wore a scowl as he stared at Gottfri, naked displeasure aimed like a spear at him. The warriors around him wore the same same tribal look over their advanced armors. One individual by the giant's side wore an open helmet curving around his head and carried a staff. The strange psionic fog emanated from him. 

 

Gottfri pushed him from his mind as the last group entered the chamber. 


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Posted 25 January 2015 - 01:34 AM

Really been enjoying this!
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Posted 27 January 2015 - 03:29 AM

When I first saw a topic about a II Legion by an unknown author, I was eager to see if someone had managed to write something as compelling as Athrawes' own...

Still a good read nonetheless :)

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Posted 27 January 2015 - 08:01 AM

Cracking stuff :)
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Posted 31 January 2015 - 01:46 PM

Great read! Looking forward to the next installment.

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Posted 01 February 2015 - 08:44 AM

It was no small annoyance that Irvin Ruel felt his discipline threatening to break. His instructions were clear, handed down from the Emperor himself. He and two other legionnaires of his choice were to form a diplomatic party and join the Emperor in a first contact scenario. A simple mission. Simple were it not for the fact that the other members included the Emperor, Horus, and Leman Russ. To be in the presence of the Emperor alone would be one of the highest honors a space marine could achieve. To be in the Emperor's presence and the only two primarchs was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Add in the possibility that his own gene-father was waiting for him at the end of this road left Irvin nearly overwhelmed. Although they hid it well, he knew his companions were struggling as much as he was to maintain their discipline. 

 

To his left was Immanzeul Kant, the legion's most powerful psyker after Yeshie's demise. Unlike the former Master of the Legion who had a wide mastery of powers, Kant was more focused, limiting himself to three of the psychic disciplines to specialize in. One of them was telepathy, and Irvin could only imagine what the psyker was enduring as he walked behind the three most powerful beings in the galaxy, while the monstrous crowd closed around them. Yet, Kant marched with steady purpose with them.  On his right was Jorg Cavso, the best of their champions. No other had survived the lethal whirlwind of close combat as much as he had. It was not without cost. Beneath his power armor was a web of scars hinting at how close to death he had come, but with such experience none could match his skill with the maul. His infamous maul was missing today as their only armament allowed was a bolt pistol and a combat knife. The way his fingers occasionally twitched, Irvin knew it was missed. 

 

Regardless, they maintained their place behind the Wolves as they marched into the large domed building. Every step heightened their anticipation as they neared the two large doors at the end of the road. When they opened, Irvin resisted the urge to lean over so he could see past the enormous forms of Russ and Horus. By the Emperor, may our search come to an end.

 

He knew it wasn't so, but it felt as though their pace slowed as Horus entered. It felt slower still as Russ passed through the doors. As the last of the Wolves entered, the inner chamber came into view. Time switched its moods as suddenly events went faster. In a few short steps, Irvin and his companions entered the chamber. Before them in the center of the chamber stood a primarch. Their primarch. Even without Kant's mental investigation, Irvin knew that the Primarch of the II Legion was found. Standing erect in a black dress uniform, he wore a confident smile even as the Emperor stood before him. With bright red, short hair, their gene-father turned his attention toward them. His smile broadened as though he already knew they were his sons. Irvin had never before felt such elation. 

 

As they came to a halt behind the wolves, the Emperor spoke. "Alexandros Darshan VonSalim, Prime Minister of the Delian Federation and Commander-in-Chief of her military power, I greet you as the Emperor of the Imperium and as your Father. It is my dearest wish that you and your world join me."



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Posted 03 February 2015 - 06:46 AM

Gottfri inwardly twitched. It was a small issue, but he sensed something large behind it. Of course, he wouldn't have shown his disquiet outwardly. One of the first lessons of politics he'd learned from his mortal father was self-control and how to present oneself. A simple yet powerful lesson, especially here. Not only did his true Father stand before him with the entire Senate, above them was a flock of recorders, cameras, and news personnel as they observed and telegraphed the proceedings here to the entire world. All it required was a minute exertion of his will, but a thought whispered, Why didn't he use my first name? 

 

As a child, Gottfri had been discovered at the base of a mountain on the eastern continent of Asu. It was Vitrion, a local magistrate, who found, named, and raised him. When Gottfri had accomplished world unity, he had discarded his last name, while giving himself three more. Darshan was to appease and connect with the Sindhuans of the West. Gottfri and VonSalim were two names he had discovered when he read about ancient Terra in Delos' most ancient library. He had taken them because they're linguistic and cultural roots didn't exist on Delos. It was a sign that while he identified with all people of Delos, he was a neutral unifier who refused to play favorites, even among the people he had grown up with. Ever since that day, those two were the names he wore in public. Is my name offensive to him?

 

After his opening statement, the Emperor proceeded to give a speech. It lasted thirty minutes. As it ended, Gottfri knew one thing.

 

Delos belonged to the Imperium.

 

Not one man, woman, or child who had watched the broadcast could possibly refuse the Emperor's desire. What had taken Gottfri six years of careful calculation and hard work was accomplished by the Emperor in half an hour. When the Emperor finished speaking, eight Senators immediately stood to propose Delos' compliance. The proposal seconded by a second wave of Senators. Before the Prime Minister could enact the official sanction of the vote, the rest of the Senators rose and declared, "Yea!" Gottfri smiled and knew he need not fear a painful transition for Delos. It was exactly what he wanted when the first vision appeared to him three weeks ago.



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Posted 03 February 2015 - 07:28 AM

Great stuff. I appreciate the reading. Thanks :-)

 

Looking forward to the rest of your novel 

 

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Posted 22 February 2015 - 01:46 PM

The Senate's decision was quick and simple. The actual process of compliance was a much longer affair as thousands of Imperial ships made planetfall. In a matter of weeks, technology of Delos would be advanced by decades, a deficiency that had plagued earlier efforts at fighting off xenos raiders. Lasguns would replace their stub guns, warp technology would allow them to chase raiders outside of their system, and new medical technologies would allow them to combat the various poisons and chemicals the repulsive xenos often employed against them for their twisted motives. 

 

Although Gottfri had won a major victory against them four years ago, he knew he had defeated one faction among many. One of his political cards was to remind Delians that they had no guarantee they wouldn't return. Unity would lead to a much stronger defense against their foes. And now, they had the power to fend them off and destroy them if they desired. 

 

Yet, these weapons pale in comparison to these, he thought as he studied the men assembled before him. No, not men. Astartes. Legiones Astartes. The process of Compliance was now on automatic, allowing Gottfri to invite his Father, and his two brothers, to his home.



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Posted 27 February 2015 - 12:17 PM

After a brief tour of his home, they now stood on the back patio of the mansion. While they were inside, another group of Astartes had assembled here. As Gottfri stood above them, he took a moment to enjoy their excitement and pride as they waited for him to speak. These Space Marines would become familiar faces to him as they represented the upper echelons of the II Legion. His Legion. His sons. I have a much larger family now, Gottfri thought to himself with a smile. But one issue had to be resolved before he greeted his sons. Without turning toward him, Gottfri 'spoke'. Father. My name, must I not use it?

 

No, Alexandros. Gottfri is a name that is ill-suited to you now. Much like how you required the Delians to forsake their petty quarrels to be given a greater purpose, you too must cast away that name as you ascend to your true purpose. It is a small sacrifice, my son, and one you will not regret.

 

Alexandros briefly wondered why Gottfri was the only name he was losing, but after being separated from his true father for a decade, he was willing to trust him on this. The mental conversation concluded in half a second. Taking a step forward, Alexandros shouted, "My sons! I cannot express my joy on this day of happy reunions. While I knew the Emperor was approaching, what a happy surprise it was for me to learn that I have brothers and sons to share in my happiness. From this day forward, may we never be parted as we partake in our greatest mission: to rescue Terra's lost children and protect them against those who would harm us! We will form the line against evil. We will be the shield of the Imperium. We will be the wardens, watching over our charges as we ward away the darkness! My sons, are you with me?"

 

In one voice, his legionaries shouted, "FOR THE EMPEROR AND ALEXANDROS!" 



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Posted 02 March 2015 - 09:35 AM

Before Alexandros could step forward, the Emperor mentally spoke with him. 

 

My son, your Praetor and nine others will accompany you to Terra. There I will teach and prepare you for being a true master of a legion. You may pick the other nine. I will take my leave of you now and will see you again on Terra. Your brothers will remain here and in orbit for another day before returning to the Great Crusade. Good-bye, my son. I eagerly look forward to your training.

 

Not much of a good-bye in human terms, but the words were carefully wrapped with pride, happiness, and anticipation. Alexandros turned and smiled. I as well, Father. With a deep nod, the Emperor walked toward his brothers. After a quick round of words, the Emperor strode toward the mansion, while the other two primarchs approached him. Although Alexandros was eager to learn and interact with his sons, the amount of his time with his brothers would be more limited. Best if I take advantage of it while I can.

 

Formal introductions had been made quickly earlier, so Alexandros knew their names. Now, it was time to learn much more. With an easy smile, he hailed them, "Greetings Horus Lupercal, Leman Russ."



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Posted 04 March 2015 - 03:31 PM

To his simple greeting, Horus a bald giant in white heavy plate armor returned his own smile. Even without the sophisticated thick armor, Alexandros could tell that Horus was easily a head taller and broader than he was. "Well met, Alexandros. It's good to finally meet another one of our lost brothers. For awhile, I thought it would just be me and Russ here," Horus said as he offered an open hand. He leaned forward and said in a faux-conspiratorial whisper, "And between you and me, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take the smell."

 

"I can hear hear you," Leman grunted, eliciting a chuckle out of Horus. With the humor, Horus didn't seem nearly overwhelming in force of personality. The majesty was still there, a pale yet strong reflection of the glory their mutual Father radiated. But now he seemed very approachable.  

 

Alexandros chuckled with Horus before reaching out to shake the offered hand. Three inches before he shook it, he noticed the slight surprise on Horus' face. To be fair to Horus, it was extremely subtle, a three millimeter twitch of his right eyebrow. To a human, it was imperceptible. To Alexandros, it was obvious. He fought against temptation for a moment before he allowed his 'third eye' to open. Futures spread out in front of his sight. He quickly limited it to the next twenty seconds and searched for the future that explained Horus' reaction. In a third of a second, he found it. 

 

His smile still in place, he reached past Horus' hand and gripped his wrist. "I see I have much to learn."

 

"You seem to be a fast learner," Horus grinned before they gave each other a firm shake and released. 

 

"It'll take more than learning how to properly greet warriors to be a master of the legion," Leman growled as he stepped forward into Alexandros' personal bubble, forcing him to look up into his eyes. His fur-coated brother was taller than Horus by a few centimeters and offered none of the easy diplomacy as he bared his teeth at Alexandros. While Leman's body odor was fine, something laced his aggressive brother's breath. Alexandros suspected alcohol, but if so, it was a brew far more powerful than he knew existed. 

 

It was the first time anyone had tried to imitate him. Alexandros admitted, if nothing else, the experience was rather novel. "I'm sure you're right, my brother. And I look forward to learning all I can. Would you be willing to offer me a few quick lessons?" 



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Posted 05 March 2015 - 01:37 PM

Leman Russ chuckled, an animalistic, menacing sound. "Let's see if this baubles on you actually mean something. If you're going to be leading a legion, you'll need to be ready to get your own hands dirty." He smacked a large fist into his other palm. "Think you can handle a real fight?"

 

Alexandros grinned up at him. "Ready when you are."

 

A throaty laugh erupted from Leman's throat. "So, there's some fire in you. Then let's get started. Horus, you referee. I'll need somebody to keep me from leaving any permanent damage on him."

 

A groan answered Leman, yet Horus merely took a few steps back and waited on them. The honor guards of the three legions represented had broken ranks and started to form a circle around the two combatants. Leman wasted no time preparing for the fight as he began removing his armor. "I'll not have anyone say I had a handicap," he grunted as he quickly shed the suit. Opting to only remove his suit's jacket and shirt, Alexandros made a show of it, slowly removing the two items with exaggerated care worthy of an arrogant Senator. "Chapter Master Ruel? If you'd please?" 

 

Leman snorted at the performance, while the current Legion Master stepped forward to receive the clothing. Without trying, Alexandros could feel the worry and curiosity radiating from who was to be his right-hand man. Er, transhuman. Have faith, my son. I am no stranger to combat. The reassurance accomplished a little, though Irvin did momentarily freeze when Alexandros 'spoke'. 

 

Yes, my lord

 

By the time Irvin was back at the edge of the circle, Leman stood in a body glove that spared no expense in detailing the Wolf King's many muscles. "Finished yet, or do you need another moment to pretty yourself up?" 

 

Alexandros took a moment to 'ponder' his answer before saying, "I believe I am ready. What are the terms?" 

 

"Simple," Leman declared as he brought up his fists. "We fight until one surrenders or can't fight."

 

"And get thrown out of the ring?" Alexandros suggested, his pose still relaxed. He thought he had read that somewhere concerning ancient Terran sparring regulations. 

 

A grunt answered him. "Aye, if you insist on it, but I'll not be hearing your mewling if I accidentally kick you out."

 

"Fair enough." A simple rule that Darshan wouldn't normally have bothered with...until he felt the faintest sensation at the back of his mind. His confident grin shining brightly, Darshan brought up his fists in front of his face.

 

Then, his vision split twofold. 







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