Lady Lion's Little Primarchs

The Primarchs entered the residence after Nova one day to find Malcador waiting for them. This was a surprise for the Primarchs, the Emperor hadn't mentioned anything that was likely to keep him late. It made them all very curious about what had come up. "Don't worry," Malcador said. "It's not something as convoluted as the forgeworlds incident. He should be back late tonight, possibly in the morning." "Politics," Horus grumbled when Malcador didn't continue. "Correct," Malcador said. "We learned about an old urban myth," the Lion said excitedly. "Which one?" Malcador asked, there were several he could think of that the Lion would find interesting. "Bigfoot," the Lion said. "It supposedly lived in Merica. Mostly in largely forested areas." "From what I recall it's primary range was where Clade Venenum makes many of their poisons," Malcador mused. "That soun...

Ferrus woke hungry. It was quiet in the residence, and he realized that something was off. He couldn't smell breakfast. The kitchen servitor was away for routine blessing and assessment of the machine-spirit. The Mechanicum insisted that only the best servitors could serve the Omnissiah. However, there should have been the sounds and smells of cooking. The Emperor always cooked for the Primarchs during the day long process for the servitor. Sometimes Fulgrim would join him. Heading out, Ferrus located a note from the Emperor on the table in the living room. It stated that he had been called away before he could start breakfast. It also stated Horus was in charge. The Emperor had been doing that more as the Primarchs got older. I can make oatmeal for everyone Ferrus thought. Fulgrim was the chef, but he was always trying to get Ferrus into it. The way Ferrus understood it, oatmeal was fairly simple to make. They had a large can of oats that would be perfect. He could also add...

The Emperor entered his residence, and was a bit surprised to find Angron's axe sitting by the door to the Thunderhawk. Angron was always insistent that his axe be well cared for, and go in its assigned place. "Angron," the Emperor said. "Why is your axe here?" "I'm taking it for show and tell tomorrow," Angron said. "No, you're not," the Emperor said. "I believe we've discussed not taking weapons to Nova." "But it's for show and tell," Angron whined. "I wouldn't use it against anyone." "It's not just you who would have access to it," the Emperor said. "What if someone else got a hold of it?" "Then I'd make them give it back," Angron said. "You just said you wouldn't use it against anyone," the Emperor pointed out. Angron froze, mouth open, as he tried to come up with a response to that. He closed his mouth again, and trotted...

Valdor parked the ground vehicle and waited a moment for the Primarchs to exit. They were outside a somewhat decrepit building. It was being used by a group of archaeology students as a haunted house. They were using it as a fundraiser and joint event with a group of theater students. They had invited the Emperor to bring the Primarchs as they hoped it would attract people to the haunted house. He had agreed, but was unable to take the Primarchs due to scheduling issues. It was a similar thing for Malcador, which was why Valdor had them. They approached the front of the building, and were greeted by a man dressed up as a blood-stained chirurgeon. "Welcome, honored guests," the man said dramatically. "You wish to enter the house of mystery and horror. I will be your guide." With that, he waved them into the building, making sure to get everyone in before closing the door. He quickly made his way back to the front of the group. "Do not mind the screams, you...