Lady Lion's Little Primarchs

  "Look what we found, guys!" Leman called the following morning, leading Dantioch's squad of Iron Warriors. "Roboute, isn't this the squad that was watching you?" "It was," Roboute said, nodding a greeting to Dantioch. "Warsmith." "Lord," Dantioch said politely. After a moment he chose not to say more, hoping to avoid giving himself away. "This wasn't our intention," the Lion said. "The plan was to leave you there, where you belong." "Lord Perturabo decided differently," Dantioch answered. "He cast us out for the duration of the war game." "I'm surprised you weren't sent back to your fleet and replaced with someone else," Rogal said. "We shouldn't be between you and your dropships." "You aren't," Dantioch said. "We wanted to preserve fuel, and Lord Perturabo didn't say we had to leave the planet." "T...

  Dantioch and his squad had been volunteered by the Mournival to serve the captives dinner. It had been agreed before the war games started that any captives were to be treated with dignity, which included feeding them. The Iron Warriors had already agreed to take the night watch. "If it helps, Lord Fulgrim cooked this evening, and you get what we got," he said as he entered the area where the Ultramarines were being held. The only answer he got was glares from them. Sighing, he signaled his men to dole out the meal kits. ****************************** Ahzek and Ohrmuzd had been promoted to supervising the Alpha Legion initiates do the dishes. Neither of them had realized that Alpharius was rotating through the group, both to give each initiate time as the Primarch, and to have fun messing with Fulgrim. Joysepha had noticed, but kept it to herself, like most of the other Custodians she didn't understand why Alpharius did what he did with the initiates. At the re...