The morning dawned bright and clear, promising a warm day. A vox message provided coordinates to the site that Rogal had selected for the defending side. It included a request to the defenders to make their way there and one to the attackers to give them five hours to get into position.
"What are we going to do while we wait?" Ohrmuzd asked.
"Perturabo is already setting up a message for our side to make their way here," Magnus said. "It'll probably take about as long for us as for Rogal's side."
"That means we have plenty of time to practice!" Amon said. Ohrmuzd groaned.
"Oh come on, Ohrmuzd," Ahzek said. "It's something to do since we're already here. No one's ever died from a little practice."
"Just because you haven't found it yet doesn't mean it hasn't happened," Ohrmuzd said.
"Come now," Phosis T'Kar said. "You all know that practice is important. Oh! I have it, let's make this a team building exercise."
"How so?" Magnus asked, curious.
"We have time to make breakfast," T'Kar said. "Why not make it together, and clean up?"
"That sounds like taking a leaf out of Fulgrim's book," Magnus said. Fulgrim was still the only one of the Primarchs that really cooked. The others were too worried about another oatmeal incident.
"We are here to do the cooking if that's preferable," Amon said. "Phosis T'Kar's idea is sound. Shall we present it to the other Lord Primarchs?"
"What are you presenting, Magnus?" Perturabo asked. Magnus explained, then they went to Horus together.
"Well, we're in luck," Horus said. "Sejanus, you like to cook, don't you?"
"I do, my lord!" Sejanus said, looking excited. "I'll get started!"
"Well, now we don't have to try cooking," Perturabo said, then paused. "I wonder how Fulgrim is doing."
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"Why do we have to wash the camp's dishes?" Ohrmuzd asked.
"Because you keep complaining," Ahzek said. "Now focus on not dropping anything."
"Right," Ohrmuzd grumbled. They made it to the small river near the camp, and Ahzek put his load down.
"I'll go grab the rest, you want to get started on this?"
"Yeah," Ohrmuzd said, waving his brother away. Taking a moment to make sure the piles of dishes weren't going to fall over, he sat down and started washing. He was scrubbing something that felt like it was stuck on, and wondering how that could have happened in the time that it had been dirty, when he heard something drinking across the stream. The native wildlife had made itself scarce, and Ohrmuzd looked up excited to see what it was.
What he saw wasn't native wildlife though, it was a white Fenrisian wolf.
So there are wolves on Fenris? he wondered to himself. +Ahzek, we have a problem.+
+What kind of problem?+ Ahzek sent.
+The kind that smells bad when it's wet,+ Ohrmuzd replied. +I'm looking at one of Lord Russ's wolves.+
+That is a problem,+ Ahzek said. +I've just arrived at camp, so I'll let the Lord Primarchs know. You should stay put. There's a chance that the Space Wolves haven't seen you. It's not howling, right?+
+It's taking a drink,+ Ohrmuzd reported. +Have to keep the Luna Wolves dishes safe?+
+Or something, I think Lord Luprecal's stuff is in there.+
Ahzek broke the psychic link, leaving Ohrmuzd to stare. Freki raised his head a moment later, tilted his head, then sat back on his haunches and howled.
+Ahzek, he's howling now+ Ohrmuzd said.
+Retreat, Ohrmuzd,+ Magnus answered. +We are on our way to you, all three Legion groups.+
+Yes, my lord,+ Ohrmuzd said, standing quickly and walking backwards. He knew enough about canine psychology to know that turning around would just engage Freki's prey drive, and he didn't really fancy being chased by a Fenrisian wolf even if he was wearing power armor.
Freki's howling was joined by Geri, then the rolling bass notes of the Space Wolves themselves howling along. Ohrmuzd was certain that would work as almost Night Lords level terror tactics on normal humans. He reached automatically for his bolter, only to find the war games approved alternate where it should be.
Just like the ships' weapons had been modified or altered for the event, the ground weapons had as well. Their ranged weapons were what Lord Magnus called "paint ball guns" and they had clips of paint balls to use. There were also paint grenades for anyone who wanted to simulate that. Close combat weapons were the dull practice ones used in training days. The only properly edged weapons they had were their combat knives, but those were only supposed to be used for survival purposes.
Ohrmuzd paused as a single bass howl came from his side of the river. How did they get one over the river already? he thought in confusion. However, the howling from the Space Wolves faltered, also confused.
"That's right! You aren't the only Wolves here!" Little Horus Aximand called out.
"Not even the best Wolves!" Abaddon added.
"Ezekyle, that one may be a bit too far," Horus hissed.
The Luna Wolves appeared on Ohrmuzd's left, the Thousand Sons quickly formed around him, and the Iron Warriors took the right.
"You're outnumbered, Leman!" Magnus called in a taunting voice. "Three to one."
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"Well, we found them," Bjorn said. "I think we need to return to Lord Dorn."
"Agreed," Leman said. "About face! Let's go! Freki! Geri!"
The chase began, the Luna Wolves howling and whooping, clearly excited to put Abaddon's claim to the test about who were the better Wolves. The Iron Warriors and the Thousand Sons were less vociferous. The prior moving in silent lockstep, the latter were looser, but also silent. The use of psychic powers was allowed, but it had to be done very carefully. Magnus was working within this boundary, by whispering in Leman's head.
"I'm picking up other Space Marines ahead of us, friendly idents!" Ogvai Ogvai shouted.
"That's a relief!" Leman called. "How many?"
"Sixty, my lord," Ogvai said. "Looks like Lord Vulkan gathered his sphere companions."
"Vulkan! Corvus! Ferrus!" Leman called. The Space Wolves barreled through a line of bushes and came across the much larger group.
"Leman! You look like something's chasing you," Vulkan said.
"Perturabo, Magnus, and Horus are," Leman answered. "We were trying to be sneaky and spy on them."
"I take it that didn't go well," Corvus said.
"Hence the running," Leman giggled.
"Here they come," Ferrus said. He seemed to be doing better after talking with Corvus. Sontar was still keeping a close eye on him though.
"Look who's out-numbered now, Horus!" Leman called, turning to face the bushes just in time for the attacking groups to arrive.
No one noticed Pryskella incline her head to Sharrowkin, or his shallow bow in return before they situated themselves to shoot. Pryskella was a noted markswoman, even among the Ten Thousand. Sharrowkin took pride in his marksmanship, and had agreed the previous evening to a bit of a shooting contest during the ground events.
"And we can put to the test that claim about who is the better wolves?" Bjorn snarled.
"Guys, I think we should save this for when everyone's together?" Vulkan suggested.
"Oh, come on Vulkan, we can have a little skirmish right?" Horus said. "Leman got to spy on us, but he got caught, so he has to beat a fighting retreat."
"I think you're getting out voted on this one, Vulkan," Corvus said. "And Horus has a point of it being accurate."
"Very well," Vulkan said. Due to him using a warhammer in battle, Vulkan's "dulled" weapon was actually hardened foam around a midweight solid core. He hated having to use it, but understood the need. They weren't really trying to injure each other, even though everyone was in armor.
"Now that's out of the way, let's settle this!" a Space Wolf shouted, launching himself at the Luna Wolves.
"No beating around that bush is there?" Torgaddon asked with a smile. He was the one who had howled back at the Space Wolves.
"I think our lord was right," Little Horus said. "That claim was a bit too far."
"It's not if we win!" Abaddon called joyfully. "I intend to defend my claim!"
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"There you are, Roboute," Sanguinius called. "Any sign of the Lion?"
"No, just his acknowledgment signal for Rogal," Roboute replied. "Are you worried about him?"
"No, just curious," Sanguinius said, parting a few long branches from something that looked like a willow tree. Roboute was a bit surprised that the rest of the Blood Angels didn't seem to be with him.
"I know you didn't come down here alone," Roboute said.
"I'm just enjoying some time scouting," Sanguinius said serenely. "They'll catch up before I want them to."
"Azkellon?" Roboute asked. Sanguinius's issues with Azkellon specifically was known among the Primarchs.
"Kano makes a very good distraction," Sanguinius said with a mischievous grin. "Sadly, he can't make projections quite as well as Magnus."
"Lord Sanguinius!" a voice came, it was Meros reaching out to him. "We've found a trail!"
"Huh," Roboute said. "Let's go check it out."
"What about the Lion?" Sanguinius asked.
"I think we can let him get his hunting out," Roboute said. "He knows where he needs to go."
They rejoined the Blood Angels, looking at a wide trail that cut across a clearing. It was clearly made by Legionaries. Azkellon was investigating it, and Gage joined him.
"That's too wide for one group of twenty," he said conversationally.
"More like sixty," Azkellon agreed. "But which side?"
"Unless it's Space Wolves I doubt we'll know," Gage chuckled.
"True," Azkellon said. "Though it is going in the right direction, so likely allies."
"We need to find out anyway," Gage said. "It won't do to come in behind the enemy."
"I don't know, Master Gage," Sanguinius said. "Sometimes it's beneficial to come in from a different angle."
"Fair," Gage conceded with a bit of smile.
With the trail so clear they relaxed a bit, though they were still wary of not knowing who's territory they were in. That changed when they heard the howling of Freki and Geri. Azkellon nearly launched himself into the air with his jump pack, when Sanguinius sternly told him to stand down.
"That's a victory howl," he said with confidence. "They're happy about something."
"Agreed," Roboute said. "And they're clearly on the trail with us."
"Let's check it out," Gage suggested. The rest nodded and they sped up. It was only a few moments before they heard Leman, clearly excited about a fight.
"If the Mournival hadn't gotten in the way I'd have beaten Horus!" he said. He's bragging, Roboute thought I think.
"Yeah right," Corvus said. "Horus knows you too well."
"What did we miss?" Sanguinius asked as they came into view of the others.
"I tried to spy on Horus, and got caught," Leman said. "Then they chased me and there was a fight."
"You've left out the Thousand Sons and Iron Warriors," Ferrus said.
"But you guys fought them," Leman said. "I had to focus on the Luna Wolves, especially after that comment by Abaddon regarding who were the better wolves."
"That certainly explains all the gray," Sanguinius said.
Each Legion had naturally gravitated towards their own colors for the paint balls. Perturabo was a slight exception in that he had made dual chambered paint balls, one with yellow and the other with black, so he could come close to hazard stripes. There were specifics laid out for all of the Legions who shared primary colors, and some had chosen a blend of colors that at least sort of translated in the paint splatters the balls left when they hit something. The two Custodians were of course using golden ones.
"Now that we're all together, and our skirmish is over, we should probably get going," Vulkan said. "Unless we want to hear Rogal complain about us being late."
Ferrus went somber at the mention of Rogal. He was certain that he was going to get chewed out for having a nova cannon online during the war game, let alone one that could be primed and fired that quickly. It had been a project he was working on, along with the shell used. They had been running tests on it, and due to the timing change hadn't had the chance to take it offline yet.
Pryskella pulled Ferrus from his thoughts, "Where's Lord Jonson?"
"Hunting Konrad," Roboute said, sounding unconcerned. "I can try to track him down if you'd like. He knows the coordinates."
"I would prefer if we were all together," Pryskella said slowly, clearly thinking the situation over. "Please track him down, Lord Guilliman."
"Oh!" Ferrus said suddenly, he had reclaimed his auspex from Iron Father Wayland the previous evening. "The densest part of the forest is east of here. Konrad might have gone there for the shadows, and the Lion may have gone there even if he's not on Konrad's trail."
"Thanks, Ferrus!" Roboute called, signaling for his Ultramarines to head east. Pryskella watched until they were out of sight.
"Lion's fine," Leman said, reading slight concern in her gaze. "This isn't the strangest forest he's been in, and he's not alone this time."
"He did promise not to wander off again like he did on Caliban," Sanguinius said. "But hunting wasn't prohibited."
"No one's ever going to stop him from hunting in the woods," Vulkan giggled. "It's like asking you not to fly."
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"I'm worried about Lord Fulgrim," Tarvitz said.
"I agree," Lucius said. "He's far too quiet. Did you see that sunset last night?"
"It was beautiful," Tarvitz said, nodding his head. "And he didn't say anything about it. This is very bad."
"We have to do something," Lucius said, shaking his head. "Who wants to get things moving?"
"It's my day now, so I guess it's me," Tarvitz said. "Though I'm hoping that we can intercede for him with the other Lord Primarchs on our side. I think he needs to hear from them."
"Agreed," Lucius said. "That's--"
"Identify yourself!" one of the other Emperor's Children called out.
"I am Alpharius," came the reply from a child in power armor. Tarvitz knew that the Alpha Legion had brought initiates, and wasn't actually sure if this was one of them or the Primarch.
"It's nice to see allies," he called over as the rest of the Alpha Legion group approached. "Any word from the Death Guard?"
"I was going to ask you guys that," Alpharius said.
Tarvitz looked at Fulgrim before answering. Fulgrim was staring at his feet, clearly trying to avoid the Alpha Legion's Primarch. "Nothing yet, lord."
"Ah," Alpharius said, then called for his group to fall in. Tarvitz noted an initiate falling in with Fulgrim, but decided to leave it be.
"Go away, Alpharius," Fulgrim grumbled.
"I'm not Alpharius, Lord Fulgrim," Omegon said. It first time that he had denied being Alpharius to one of his brothers, and it felt wrong on some level. Of course he wasn't admitting who he actually was yet, which made this a challenge. The only other time both twins had been around the rest of the Primarchs was during the abduction incident and Omegon was pretending to be one of their kidnappers.
"Oh?" Fulgrim said, breaking Omegon out of his thoughts. "Then who are you?"
"I'm Frederick," Omegon said.
"And why are you walking beside me?" Fulgrim asked. "Isn't your Primarch angry with me?"
"No," Omegon said. He and Alpharius had discussed it in detail the previous evening. "It's been determined that there were multiple factors beyond your control. Though if you don't mind, I do have a question: Why target Lord Manus?"
"I... was trying to experiment with my own version of Konrad's psychological warfare," Fulgrim admitted. "I thought Ferrus would be a good target because I know him so well. Maybe it worked too well, but it just feels like it blew up in my face."
Omegon stayed quiet. He wasn't really sure what to say to that, even if he had been playing Alpharius. Konrad's psychological warfare was all about terrifying the enemy into submission. That was never going to work on Space Marines and Primarchs, unless he knew something about Ferrus that the other Primarchs didn't know.
"You're familiar with playing the part of a Primarch, aren't you?" Fulgrim asked. "That's why you and the other initiates are here, to let Alpharius do his little hiding thing?"
"I do have some familiarity with playing the part of Alpharius," Omegon said. He knew he was getting onto dangerous ground though. "We're here to learn how to be the Primarch during combat conditions."
"Interesting," Fulgrim said. "Why do you do that?"
"Our Primarch says that it gives us flexibility as a Legion," Omegon answered. "If any of us can be the Primarch at any time, then we can spread our forces further, even beyond easy communication range and still be coordinated. We're all thinking in concert."
"An interesting idea," Fulgrim said. "Father has mentioned that Alpharius is likely to only top out at the height of a normal Space Marine, so it would still work. Doing this with you initiates makes it ingrained into the Legion. But now I have a challenge for you. What should I do to apologize to Ferrus?"
"As I recall from our studies of the other Legions," Omegon began after taking a long moment to think. "The Iron Hands have a tradition of sharing some kind of mixed drink as a sign of reconciliation. I believe it's called dirza?"
"Dzira," Fulgrim corrected. Omegon ducked his head, he had intentionally set it wrong to try and be convincing as a regular human. "But we've been told that it has a high alcohol content, so we wouldn't be permitted to use it."
"Perhaps not traditional dzira," Omegon said. "However, it's stated that the drink is made from what is available. So it's possible to make one that has no alcohol. Especially since there isn't much time to make it."
"Rogal's commanding the defense," Fulgrim said, a slight chuckle betraying his improving spirits. "And Perturabo's on our side. There's going to be a siege."
"But there's only so much supplies for both sides," Omegon objected. "That puts any siege on a short time table. Besides, we have to find things to make the dzira with."
"True," Fulgrim acknowledged. "But why dzira? It's a Medusan thing, and Ferrus isn't Medusan."
"Nor are you Chemosian, lord," Omegon pointed out. "We've been taught that only three Primarchs haven't really adapted parts of the cultures from the worlds they've chosen. Lords Curze and Angron are working to change the cultures on their worlds, and Lord Alpharius has never chosen one. We come from throughout the Imperium. Using dzira would be a sign that you are focused on Lord Manus and his feelings, not your own."
"That is a good suggestion," Fulgrim said. "Will you help me with it?"
"Of course, lord!" Omegon said. He was actually excited at the idea.
"You don't have to call me lord," Fulgrim said. "If you are going to be able to fill in as Alpharius at any point, you shouldn't refer to any of us formally. It'll be a dead give away when dealing with one of us."
"Allies or foes?" came Mortarion's voice.
"Friends," Alpharius called.
"Is it just you, Alpha Legion?" Morarg called.
"We're here too," Fulgrim called. "Unless there's bad blood here?"
"Why would there be bad blood?" Mortarion called. "There was anger in the beginning, but cooler heads have prevailed."
The Death Guard fell in without having the rest of the group stop. Omegon started to drift away from Fulgrim, but the other stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Wouldn't you rather walk with Lor--Mortarion?" Omegon asked. "You know I'm not Alpharius."
"But I don't have to tell him that," Fulgrim said quietly. Omegon gave him a devious smile, then used a private signal to Alpharius.
"How's Fulgrim?" Alpharius subvocalized.
"Better," Omegon answered, being very careful to use their secret code language. "He wants 'Frederick' to play Alpharius with Mortarion."
"Oh, that'll be fun. How exactly do we want to do it?" Alpharius asked. "It can't be a proper switch out since Fulgrim knows you aren't me."
"Multiball?" Omegon asked.
"Good idea," Alpharius said. "The idea of multiple Alphariuses, Alpharii? Not sure how that would work. Names don't usually get pluralized."
"All the Johns down in Jamestown," Omegon said with a chuckle. "But your name doesn't work as well."
"Fulgrim being in on this one will be interesting," Alpharius said, dodging the subject of how to pluralize his name. "Good luck."
Mortarion joined them and everything went quiet for a while. That was disrupted by the sound of Konrad's voice yelling from a stand of trees.
"Skraivok, if you go off half-cocked again I'll have everyone here paint you, then you'll really be the Painted Count!"
"Did someone say painting?" Fulgrim called over. There was a long pause before Konrad yelled again.
"Prove that you're Fulgrim!"
"Stand down, Lucius," Fulgrim said in a more normal tone. "He's being hunted by the Lion, who can do an impersonation of me. How do you want your proof, Konrad?"
"How do I like my eggs?"
"Sunny side down!" Fulgrim called back. It had come about from one of the first times he made sunny side up eggs. One flipped over as he was putting it on the plate, and Konrad took it thinking it was funny.
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A low growl escaped the Lion, causing Zephyr and Zabriel to look at him. "We'll have to try a different time."
"Agreed," Redloss grunted. "I recommend we back away, then go around."
The Lion nodded wordlessly, clearly still frustrated. "We'll go to Rogal's defense point before he sends someone out to find us."
The Dark Angels turned away, quickly slipping through the trees before changing their course just a bit and making for Rogal's coordinates. It didn't take them long to find the butte that Rogal had selected, and the fortifications that had been started.
"That's a lot of work in a single night," Zabriel said, impressed.
"Lord Dorn does work quickly," Redloss said. "And he has some of the Fists with him."
"Wonder if he had help from any of the other Legions," Aphkar mused.
"Hello, Lady Pryskella," the Lion said, looking up a tree.
"And how did you know that I wasn't Joysepha?" Pryskella asked.
"Two things," the Lion said. "I've just seen Lady Joysepha, and Corvus is two branches higher than you."
"He's got us there," Corvus said, dropping out of the shadow walk so that the rest of the Dark Angels could see him. "How far away was Lorgar?"
"Not too far," the Lion answered. "But heading away from here. Are we the last to arrive?"
"No actually," Corvus said. "Roboute's out there, I think he's trying to find you though."
"I thought Lord Guilleman was wise," Redloss said with a chuckle. "It's well known among the First that the Lord Lion can't be found unless he wants to be."
"There's a reason you send a Primarch to find a Primarch, little brother," the Lion said with a devious grin. It was true that the Lion was very hard to find even by other Primarchs, and his Legion really couldn't find him when he didn't want to be found. He loved suddenly appearing at briefings and startling the heads of the Hexagrammaton. "You aren't holding the perimeter all by yourselves I hope."
"We aren't," Corvus said. "Leman and Vulkan are helping. Agapito! Escort the Dark Angels to the command center."
"This way, cousins, Lord Jonson," a Raven Guard said, quickly answering the call.
"Thanks, Corvus," the Lion said. He gave a courteous nod to Pryskella, and signaled the Dark Angels to follow.
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"Where is everyone?" Magnus asked. The sun was starting to get low in the sky. "We still need to plan, and probably send someone out to try and check on whatever Rogal's made. At this rate we aren't going to be able to do anything until tomorrow."
"There's no need to be antsy," Perturabo said. "I know every trick Rogal likes to pull. There's four more days of the war games, so we have time."
"But sieges can take months in real battles," Magnus said. "I've read about some that lasted nearly a year."
"That's part of why we're scaled down," Horus pointed out. "But we do have to remember that Rogal knows you as well as you know him, Perturabo."
"And he's not above getting ideas from the others on his side," Magnus added. "Nine heads are better than one."
"Only if they all have their own bodies," Perturabo said.
"Konrad might beg to differ," Magnus muttered.
"Magnus is right about needing to plan and put our heads together," Horus said.
"Which brings us around to my original question," Magnus said.
"And my observation that Jaghatai's impatience is rubbing off on you," Perturabo said. "They'll be here."
Horus wanted to break up the argument, but they were all distracted by a loud commotion out in the woods. It almost sounded like a stampede, then resolved into heavy tread of a large number of transhumans in power armor. Perturabo got out his own auspex unit. Usually he left his at home, but being on a separate team from Ferrus meant he got to use it.
"There they are," he said. "All of them. Hm, and another group."
"Mortarion?" Horus called. "Lorgar?"
"We're all here," Mortarion called out. "And Fulgrim's got a special guest."
"Who?" Magnus asked.
"Roboute," Fulgrim called, very excited. They had stumbled on the Ultramarines while they were looking for the Lion, and Fulgrim had gotten the capture on Roboute specifically. It had made him feel a lot better, and like he had made up for his part in the solar flare incident. Capturing the rest of the Ultramarines had been a joint effort, with a bit of a surprise of Joysepha taking Gage out.
"Oh, ho, more spies," Magnus said. "We had to chase some Wolves off this morning, and now we have the empire builders."
"We weren't spying," Roboute snarled. "We were looking for the Lion."
"And you found his prey instead," Konrad said. "It's always fun to make the hunters the hunted."
"Mournival, secure our guests," Horus said. "Then we'll select some guards to watch them while we strategize."
"Of course, Lord Luprecal," Sejanus said. The Luna Wolves quickly took over the Ultramarines party, and herded them off.
"Dantioch, assist the Luna Wolves," Perturabo said. Dantioch nodded, signaling for his squad to follow.
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"They have Lord Guilliman and his Ultramarines," Pryskella announced. It had been decided that the two Custodians would be go betweens while on the surface.
"Well, that complicates matters," Jaghatai said. "We'll need to get them back."
"Agreed," Rogal said. "Lion, Corvus, I want you both to lead the retrieval mission."
"We may need more than just our Legionaries," Corvus said. "What do you think, Lion?"
"I agree," the Lion said. "Especially if Lady Joysepha's group caught him, that's six Legions unless they've joined with Perturabo, Magnus, and Horus."
"Which they probably have," Rogal said. "Alexus Pollux, you and your squad will go with, under the Lion's command."
"Iron Father Wayland, you can take your squad under Corvus's command," Ferrus said. He had noted that Wayland had asked to look at Sharrowkin's weapon, probably to tinker with it. It was something he liked to do, and it sometimes caused problems for the rest of the Iron Hands.
"That should be good," Corvus said, before anyone else volunteered their units. "We don't want too many or we'll be heard miles away."
"Corvus has a point," the Lion said. "Leman, you're the one who made it all the way to their camp, do you want to brief us on that?"
"Good plan," Leman said, the three Primarchs moved to the side to discuss terrain and the like. While waiting, Wayland returned Sharrowkin's weapon to him.
"What did you do with it?" Sharrowkin asked.
"Tried to even the playing field a bit," Wayland said.
"What playing field?" Sharrowkin prodded.
"The one between you and the Custodian," the Iron Father answered.
"And how exactly do you know about our little contest?" Pryskella asked, appearing suddenly behind him.
"My Lord Manus is not the only one who likes to hack things," Wayland answered, bowing respectfully to Pryskella. "Though don't you think that it's a bit unfair for you to challenge a Space Marine in a shooting contest?"
"How so?" Pryskella asked. "Because my gene-crafting is different from yours?"
"Yes," Wayland said. "While we are raised above the mortal men we were born as, you are superior to us."
"That may be so, but I felt Sharrowkin was doing well on his own," Pryskella said. "He's only behind by four."
"Will you be joining us on this rescue mission?" Sharrowkin asked. "Or will this engagement not count?"
"It'll count," Pryskella said. "I'm meant to be watching Lord Corax, and I can't do that if I'm sitting back here with Lord Dorn."
"I was hoping you'd agree to come, Lady Pryskella," Corvus said as the Primarchs rejoined their Legions. "Though, we may need to do something about the color of your armor."
"I have my own ways of blending in," Pryskella said calmly. Corvus nodded, not wanting to get into an argument about a Custodian's armor. "And you can just call me Pryskella. None of you address Cavlor with a title."
"You've got a point," Corvus said. "However, it seems weird for some reason."
"Well, we can try it," the Lion said, having brought his Dark Angels over. "I bet the other side is calling Joysepha 'Lady Joysepha' as well."
"True," Pryskella chuckled. "She'll let it pass for awhile, like I did."
"Let's head out," Corvus said. "The shadows will be our friends, and we really don't want the dawn to find us."
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