Lady Lion's Little Primarchs

  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 impo...

  "Thanks for bringing me with!" Zephyr said. The Lion had temporarily assigned him to Squad Aphkar, which was one of the two squads he was taking down to Philoa. The other was Farith Redloss's squad. "Of course I was bringing you!" The Lion said. Corswain was staying fleetside to monitor repairs. "It helps that you and Zabriel seem to get along." "We're both marksmen, my lord," Zabriel said from behind the two friends. He wasn't much past being a neophyte himself, and enjoyed the company of the younger Space Marine. He also hoped that him being Terran and Zephyr being Calibanite would show the two groups that they could be friendly. "A good point," Zephyr said. A large majority of Dark Angels preferred close combat, and while he was good with a sword, he preferred shooting and was better at it. He was looking forward to testing himself against full-fledged Space Marines, but a bit nervous about Redloss being there...