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Ruubai Han


The ground of the Avenue of Sacrifice rumbled as if the very sky was crashing down. Although the sounds in the air was anything but apocalyptic. Quite the opposite, the sound in the air was of celebration as a Company of each of the Emperor's Blades, Iron Vipers and Blue Dragons marched down the street. The Hive Elites watching from high in the towers, with the common dregs of the hive (Still some of the wealthiest of humanity, but common in regards to the Elites) stood at the side of the streets, cheering on their conquering heroes. In the middle of the parade, a large hover-Palanquin carrying Ruubai himself, with Mizuki by his side, the immense dreadnought-entombed frame of Zahara stood at the front and Gaul stood next to Zahara.

"HAIL TO THE PRIMARCH!!!" A cheer came from the crowd. Ruubai waved to the crowd as he picked up Mizuki and put her on his immense shoulders.

"AND HAIL TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE IMPERIUM!!!" He cried to the crowd. Mizuki blew a kiss to the crowd as a cheer went up. The Nobles in the top of the tower were notably unimpressed with this display. The Space Marines returning home from a crusade was noteworthy of their attention, but the fact that this one seemed to have married a mongrel without any noble name made them annoyed. Especially seeing that no other Primarch would even contemplate marriage. Marrying into the Imperial family was supposed to be an honor fit for only the highest of the Nobility. The Golden guards of the Emperor, the Custodes watched silently from nooks and crannies of the towers, their piercing, judging gaze constantly upon Ruubai and his antics. To marry, to claim his... Pets were of the same stature as the Sons of His Eminency... Ruubai was beloved by many, but problematic to the 1%.

"BEHOLD THE SWORN BROTHERS!!!" Gaul climbed atop Zahara and shouted at the head of the palanquin "THOSE WHO MADE THE SACRED OATH BENEATH THE TREE!!!" He held his Spear high, towards Ruubai. Who drew his sword and touched its tip with the spear.

"THOSE WHO SHED THEIR BLOOD AND TEARS FOR THE IMPERIUM!!!" Zahara boomed with his deep, robotic voice. "BE PROUD OF YOUR IMPERIUM!!!"

As the procession approached the end of the Avenue, the Space Marines began to march to the side of the road to allow the Palanquin to approach. Ruubai, Mizuki, Gaul and Zahara stepped down from the Palanquin and approached the gate, a single Custode stood in front of the Gate.

"Pray-tell, Lord Primarch." The Custode called. "Why do you seek to enter with your Legionmen at your side? Do you not feel safe in the Palace walls?" Ruubai smirked as he approached.

"You may be my Father's bodyguard, but i am his son." Ruubai replied.

"You may be his son, but i am his first..." The man replied.

"Constantin..." Ruubai sighed. "I remember you." Zahara shuffled a little in the back, remembering the butt of his spear in his jaw during their first encounter. "I believe that a rematch would prove most interesting." He laughed, looking back at Zahara. "It's not every day that the people of Terra get to see a Primarch fight a Custode..

"I would take great pleasure in that..." He replied.

"YOU are not a Primarch." Constanin replied, looking at Zahara. "Neither are you." He said to Gaul. "And you..." He stared at Mizuki. "You may have somehow wormed your way into the Primarch's heart, you may have performed a ritual on your world to bind your family to his, but you are NOT His Excellencies Primarch... You, unlike the other two are still Human... You should take the greatest of prides in that." He continued to stare Ruubai down.

"You chose your words MOST carefully." Ruubai said, the smile fading from his face quickly. "Because I will tolerate a man of your stature insulting myself and my brothers... Your head remains on your shoulders because you treated my wife with respect. Now stand aside." He ordered. Constantin didn't so much as blink. The cold himalayan winds blowing between them. "I do not wish for violence, especially on Father's doorstep, but his orders specified all Primarchs." He turned around. "BLUE DRAGONS, WHO IS YOUR PRIMARCH!?!?!?"
"SIR, GAUL YUAR, SIR!!!"

"IRON VIPERS, WHO IS YOUR PRIMARCH!?!?!?"
"SIR, ZAHARA MAI, SIR!!!"

"IMPERIAL BLADES, WHO IS YOUR PRIMARCH!?!?!?"
SIR, RUUBAI HAN, SIR!!!"

Ruubai turned around to Constantin. "You appear to be outvoted." Ruubai smiled a smug smile. Constantin's face hadn't changed. But he slowly picked his spear off the ground.

"Have it your way..." he replied. "The four of you will enter the Palace... But His Imperial Majesty will not suffer your games." He waved a hand and the immense door began to open.

"SPACE MARINES, YOU ARE DISMISSED!!!" Ruubai called, before he looked back to see Mizuki having approached Constantin.

"Great honourable First Custode," She began. "I thank you greatly for your concedence of your position." She bowed to him. "I would like if you would agree to talk with me, i would find it the greatest of honours to be allowed to include your life story into the Great Library." Constantin looked her up and down, obviously confused by her. He had never really talked with her before, despite having spent time with her when they first came to Shu. She had spent the entire time trying to get The Emperor to open up to her, to no avail. Was she trying to get to His Excellency through him? He didn't see any deceit on her face.

"I will consider it." He replied. He then stared at her for a second. "I will escort you to the palace. His Highness will want a report on this." He said, walking towards the gate as it continued to swing open.
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The parade of the Sworn Brothers trinity of legions might have been controversial due to the company of its leading primarch, but Ruubai and his wife would be a footnote of gossip at the parties of the nobles of Terra compared to the parade of the Night Watch legion that came shortly afterwards. Primarch Micholi had seen a chance to not only honor members of his own legion, but also a chance to make both history and a statement that the elites of humanity would not be able to ignore.

Even has he had made haste to Terra, he had reached out to the divisions of his legion in order to invite those members of each division that were not embroiled in active combat a chance to come with him to Terra to receive the honor of the Imperium they fought for... as well as the most decorated of the imperial army regiments that served alongside them.

The parade started off as one would have expected at first; The representatives of the First division lead the way, followed by the Imperial Knight Light's Shield and the best of the skitarii 97th Ratchet regiment. The representatives of the Second Division followed and they were joined by heroes of the 17th Stormheim regiment, made up of giants of humans in size and fitness that would have made them prime candidates for space marine conversion (Stormheim was a recruiting world for the Night Watch after all, but not everyone could be a space marine).

It was around the Third Division when the cheering stopped, replaced with stunned silence as the space marines were being followed by the 2nd Savage regiment: The imagine of a regiment of abhuman beastmen dressed in the fatigues of the Imperial Army matching proudly behind a company of Space Marines was not one anyone was expecting. The Fourth Division didn't improve matters, for behind that grouping of space marines marched the 15th Palaven regiment. For almost all the humans on Terra, the Turian's metallic carapace was the first time they had ever actually laid eyes on a xeno before... and this one was wearing Imperial Army colors and marching in a parade honoring the heroes of the Imperium.

Finally came the Fifth Division, followed by Primarch Micholi leading the 1st Reserve regiment: Unlike the other regiments, which were dedicated to a single race or species, the 1st Reserve was a mixture of humans, adhumans and xenos races (well, two xeno races. The turians had been seen before, but the Twi'leks were new and in the case of the female solders caused some strange thoughts to arise in a few of the crowd). Some cheered, but for the most part the crowd was confused into silence.

Thankfully, when he finally reached the Imperiual Palace Micholi would give the Custodes a much easier time letting him in since he would do so alone, dismissing his troops before doing so... through the space marine elements were clearly planning to hang around with the... less the human elements of their forces if only to discourage any... incidents from happening.
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The Knights of Iron followed The Sworn Brothers shortly after their entire unit had passed through the Parade. This was the second parade the Knights of Iron had made on Terra, the first being just after the Primarch had been found. Terra had not seen the Knights of Iron in several Generations and very few on Terra, save the other legions had ever seen a Knight of Iron. Only those worlds razed and conquered knew of the knights. Valus sat on a huge gilded throne at the head of his Legion carried aloft by an enormous baneblade tank. Its main cannon however had been replaced to make room for a huge raised dias for the Primarch to sit his throne. The majority of the Legion followed the Primarch, though those Astartes who would make the Legion look bad were left on crusade to conquer some world or another. His legion was vast, over 100,000 marines marched behind Valus in unerring lockstep. Each company was headed by its captain carrying the ceremonial banner for the company, each of which had not been used since its last time on Terra. The throne and banners were the entirety of the extravagance for the parade.

What the legion did not have in extravagance however it made up for in scale. The parade lasted much longer than each of his brothers due to the sheer size of the Legion, but it was a useful way to remind his brothers which legion was biggest and therefor most powerful. It might not have been true, but it was an intimidating sight regardless.

Valus ignored the crowd, their cheers and excitement had little effect on him, it was a tedious affair that the Emperor had ordered him attend. Valus examined the parade troops of his brothers legion and opened a vox to his captain "Feris... why are there Xenos in the ranks of the Night Watch parade" he said calmly. His first captain did not break stride at the unexpected hail from his Primarch. "My Lord, the Night Watch have Xenos serving with them. Conquest or alliance I forget but he never exterminated them. Allows them to serve in the Imperial Army." replies Ferris

The Primarch makes a disapproving grunt "and who are these mortals around Rubbai... No, I recognize them. the people he declared honorary Primarchs and some woman he married" Continues the Primarch clenching his titanic power fist tighter. The first captain doesn't reply, he remembered the wrath of his Primarch, and insulting the title by including mortals had left the Primarch in a rage. He had sent his legion on a mission of Exterminatus on the next planet after he had learned of this. A human Hive world was put to the torch only days later.

Once the parade had reached the steps to the Imperial Palace Valus made his first real move, he rose from the Throne and climbed the steps as his Legion passed below joining his brothers in the entrance to the Palace. Valus strode past the Custodes guard ignoring him completely, knowing full well that the custodes could and would not stop him. As Valus drew close to his brothers he greeted Micholi and Rubbai with respect but would not acknowledge the mortals Rubbai had brought.
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The first ramp went down, and smoke rolled from its surface as metal greaves marched down it. The first rank and file of the Blood Harvesters came, ten astartes standing in rank and file formation. Light shining from the white on their helmet and knee pads. The ten men all had their bolters out in front of them in salute facing the west, where the Imperial Palace was. They were ten miles away in a quarter of the grand city that hosted the Blood Harvesters, and some would even worship them as angels to the Emporer. Most of the inhabitants of this quarter were administrators and nobles from planets that were near the planet of Tessar I, the home of the Blood Harvesters. The sector was known for beautiful pleasure worlds, and agri-worlds, even the few that were focused on mining and industry were known to be artistic with their ways rather than efficient. The plaza was almost empty all but a few groups of individuals that were older, and a few groups of children a parent mixed in here and there. Why see one Primarch when you can get to see a lot of them must have been what people were thinking.

The maybe fifty people who were in the quarter were all silent and waving at the group in front of the landing ramp, two more figures would exit the ramp, a giant to the ten astartes, a giant by any standard, and beside him, an aged woman with silver hair and bright blue eyes. She was still beautiful, but you could see her age easily. You could tell she had gone through regenerative treatment plenty of times, and that she was possibly ready to go, but that she had her duties to the Imperium and to her husband.

Once the two figures were on the ground the landing ramp raised itself up and Thunder Hawk began to rise into the sky. The entourage began to march forward as two more Thunder Hawks began to land, but by the time their ramps were down the twelve people were already on their way down a road to join in on the precessions to the Palace.

After about twenty minutes, the twelve individuals were marching down towards the palace in the precessions, where the other primarchs were coming from.

"Time wait's for no one son of man." Noel said as he looked at the other legions that hard formed in front of him, and he turned his head back towards his wife. Behind him, a formation of three hundred astartes marched in a square, inside the square had nine banners that formed an X inside the square. The formation would stop short, and the ten astartes out front would stop and part before Noel and the woman would continue forward in pace with each other. "Hopefully, we are not too late for whatever this meeting may be about..."
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Micholi and Valus


Before he had the chance to join up with his brother Rubbai and his family, the arrival of another, mechanical voice announced that another of the Emperor’s sons had arrived.

Turning to face the new arrival, Micholi made the effort to politely bow his head and respectfully answer “Valus, I must admit that I am surprised you were able to come with so much of your legion. Last I heard, you were engaged with at least three major campaigns. I trust they are still going well?” Small talk was not Micholi’s strength, but he was willing to at least make the effort.

At any rate, he was actually surprised that Valus had arranged for so much of his Legion to come to Terra. Sure, he was aware that the Knights of Iron outnumbered his legion by a margin of about three to one, but to risk so many campaigns by bringing so many of his marines to Terra spoke either of great confidence or arrogance.

Valus, entombed in his hulking battle plate listened to his brother. It was true the campaigns were not concluded when he had been ordered back to Terra and taking the vast majority of his marines was a risk, but a small risk. Valus laughed, but the mechanical filter made it lifeless and without a sense of joy. “Micholi, There are still twenty thousnd Knights making war on those worlds, the army regiments and the Titan legions from my home fight on those worlds. It is a messy thing but the worlds shall be… conquered by the time I return.” Valus said, but he really meant razed with the population scoured to grow his legion once again. “Besides, Father demanded my presence… one must make a good show for the Emperor” Micholi could hear the attempt at the joke and that the display intended to show respect and honor for the Emperor, but he could still hear the contempt behind Valus’ words.

As much as a part of Micholi would have liked to consider Valus to be arrogant for his decision, he couldn’t help but acknowledge that the man had a fair and respectable point. While twenty thousand marines might not have been able to be split into a full legion, it was a respectable foundation for an invasion force. Even more so with regimental and Titan support.

“So who or what are you currently fighting?” He asked, slightly curious as to who or what his brother would be leaving as nothing more than bones and ash in his wake this time around. Extermination had its place in the grand scheme of things, but it would have been nice to learn that it was an orkish empire being put to the torch for a change.

The comments about the Emperor was noted, but even if the scar that consumed half his face might have made facial expressions difficult to read it was clear that he wasn’t judging Valus for not holding their ‘father’ in great esteem. “If you don’t want to call him father, you don’t have to for my sake. I respect the man and acknowledge that he created me, but I already have a family who loved and raised me. I don’t need a father now.”

It was… something of an olive branch. Even if he disagreed with Valus’ tactics and methods of pursuing the Crusade, the man was still a brother… if a distant one he hadn’t grown up with.

Valus shrugged, “Well, the orks have a few outposts in the dalus system and a world infested with them, Legio Victorum and the bulk of my marines that are off Terra are razing the planet. The other two systems are old human empires who have… disagreed with their new place within the Imperium so we must educate them.” says Valus clearly not as interested in the topic of war as some of their brothers would be.

Then Valus laughs with what seems to be genuine amusement though touched with something that Micholi couldn’t quite place through the mechanical filters. “I understand that you do not need a father, but i was raised on a forge world… my parent i suppose you could say was a Magos. Nurturing and loving as cold steel, the Emperor was the first person to show compassion and caring, but… Well, that does not matter. I was one of the first found and i have had many years to learn from him and calling him Father is not for your sake. It is a term that fits.”

Valus sighs in an almost obvious release of emotion and tension, “Enough of the tedious family matters, I heard rumor of STC data found by your crusade fleet though not of its exact nature. Tell me, was it something useful? Or yet another design of water pump?” he says with notable interest.

Opening his mouth, Micholi was about to offer a quick apology for his mistake about the relationship between Valus and the Emperor, but the sudden change in subject was clearly an attempt to prevent that from happening. Well, he wasn’t about to insult the man by changing it back. “Hard to say. We made a couple of discoveries rather recently… “ The half of his face that emotion could be read on seemed to wince a little as he admitted “...some of which we’re better off knowing can exist, but shouldn’t.”

Shaking his head a little, he chuckled softly as he admitted “That said, my first division did recently come across some STC data that has been of great interest. It was incomplete and parts of it were corrupted, but from what they’ve been able to work out so far it appears to be a brand of lasgun with a flamethrower attachment under the barrel. They suspect the lasgun itself was designed for close quarter, underground fighting at this stage, but it’s still early days yet.”

Valus stood and listened with rapt interest as his brother explained. “Well, if a copy could be made I would be very interested in helping crack its secrets, The mechanicus only shares what they must with me and I am still using an old pattern of lasgun for my Army regiments, Now what is this forbidden discovery? Some xenos artifact i suspect?” Valus asks, before Micholi can speak he leans down so his helm is quite close to Micholi, “I have a number of them myself” he says somewhat quietly, The Primarch’s private workshop and manufactorum were rumored to make a great many unique things like strange xenos weapons.

“Knowing my first division, by the time I check in on them again they should have uncovered as much from the data as might be possible. They take their duties when it comes to STC’s very seriously after all… but I’ll try and get you a copy made when I make a copy to send back to the Kirk system. Even if you can’t uncover anything new from the data itself, I confess I am slightly curious to see your take when you try to fill in the gaps. See how your end result will differ from the ones my people make.” It was no secret that the Kirk system, the heartland of Micholi’s legion was a haven for those of the Cult Mechanicus who were open minded enough to experiment with xenos technology or progress and experimentation in general. Hell, xeno scientists from the various races Micholi had managed to bring into the Imperium were there as well.

His question about the forbidden knowledge caused him to pause in thought for a moment. While he tried to keep a poker expression, it was clear from the delay that he was debating sharing that knowledge… before he let out a quick breath as he came to a conclusion. “There isn’t any harm in warning you about its existence… truth be told, I intend to inform all of our brothers about it so they might be prepared in the event they find an enemy that figured out the secret behind creating such things…”

The pause that followed wasn’t him debating if he should talk, but where to start. “About a year ago, we encountered an alien race called the Laer. At first, they seemed perfectly reasonable for a xenos race and early trials were started to investigate their race and culture in depth to see if bringing them into the Imperium was possible. As a diplomatic gesture they even offered myself and several of my legion a collection of swords they had made.”

His tongue clicked a little as he recounted the story. “They were absolutely beautifully made… and after some minor testing they proved on par, if not deadlier than most power swords. They cleaved through tank armor like a hot knife through butter. Naturally, I decided to send the sword I was given, plus several others of the collection back to the Kirk system so that my people could investigate them and try to uncover how they were made and possibly recreated so that such weapons could be supplied to the Legion on mass.”

A sigh escaped him as a frown appeared on his face. “We found the source behind the weapons shortly after one of our scientists picked up the sword that had been given to me and went completely insane, slaughtering his co-workers, a number of armed guards and two marines before he was put down. You know the strange entities that often plague ships traveling through the warp?”

It was a leading question: One didn’t travel in the warp for long without encountering interesting things “The Laer discovered some means of pulling some of those beings out of the warp and bound them inside the blades… effectively making them sentient weapons that could enforce their primal wills on the wielder. Their ‘gift’ was a ploy to try and corrupt myself and key members of my legion… by the time we uncovered their ploy, the marines that had kept their swords had already been consumed by them, little more than puppets of the Laer that I had to put down personally.”

“We exterminated the Laer after that, but if one planet figured out that vile practice it’s not unthinkable that there is another out there that did the same. I know you like to tinker with xenos weapons and gear, but this really isn’t something you want to mess with Valus.”

As Micholi spoke Valus’ demeanor changed slowly from simple rapt curiosity, as if his brother were speaking of some interesting bauble to one of profound fascination. “Truely?” he paused for a fraction of a second as though he were going to ask another question but decided against it “you had to lay low your own due to madness?” Micholi’s grim expression was answer enough, Valus nodded his huge helm slowly “the monsters in the Immaterium are terrible enough but to bring them into the material world? Locked into a weapon? That is monstrous. It is best the Laer were exterminated.” said Valus though his tone suggested his mind was working elsewhere, gnawing on some new problem “That is ominous news to consider and one i had not even considered a possibility.”

“It makes me think of Orkish technology, I am sure you have examined it yourself and your researchers do the same. How it simply does not work without Orks to man it, i have disassembled an ork tank down to the treads and its function was impossible yet I had seen it driving not hours before. Perhaps it is some kind of sorcery like that of the Laer and their blades.” Valus pauses for a moment “they are different naturally but what you say about the blades invading the minds of their wielder sounds equally impossible you understand.”

Micholi nodded his head in agreement. “I do actually, though I have to admit I didn’t consider the comparison with Orkish technology. It was due to having a psyker examine the blades which helped us uncover their true nature you see, so we made it part of the examination routine to have new technology examined in such a way. While we did find a dozen or so more such blades during the purge of the Laers, it seemed only the blades housed bound entities which suggested to us that however they were binding the entities, they could only do it into simplistic objects like a sword.”

“...Though now that you’ve raised the comparison, we might just have to try a few new tests on orkish weapons and technology. We tend not to examine their tech much these days due to it either being completely impossible for it to function or its habit of exploding, but it might be worth having a psyker poke at it… if only to rule out the orks having this kind of knowledge.”

A serious expression appeared on his face as he spoke to Valus, taking a brief break from the talk about tech as he said “For what it’s worth, I do understand the curiosity. How the Laers created such dangerous weapons is a mystery that they took to their graves… but this might be a mystery that is better off unsolved. All it would take is one slip up and your mind would no longer be your own.” That sounded like actual concern in his voice… largely because it was. “I would hate to lose a brother that way.”

Valus nodded gravely, that the mystery was lost and better left lost, though he did not speak as he did not want to lie to a brother by saying that they knowledge was best erased from the universe. However as Micholi spoke of losing one’s mind Valus laughed uproariously, even the Custodes turned and watched curiously as the Primarch of the Knights of Iron was not known for laughter even at the best of times. “Micholi, I should be insulted, you think so lowly of us Primarchs that we could be so taken like the mortals who examined the blades” though he made no mention of the Astartes taken by them the implication was clear, Primarchs had no equal save for the Emperor.

“Come brother, let us be off this grim subject until the meeting.” Valus lightly slapped his brother on the back with his enormous gauntlet strongly enough that he very nearly had to take a step to avoid losing his balance, a gesture to walk and talk as they proceeded deeper into the imperial palace. “Now tell me of the material the Eldar use for their weapons and armor? Its understanding escapes me which is a rare thing in itself.” Valus began as they walked to the chambers in the Imperial palace.
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As the parades from the Sworn Brothers, Night Watch and Knights of Iron began to clear out, a relative quiet started to fall throughout the Avenue of Sacrifice. With what seemed like an end to the excitement, the nobility & elites turned inward toward their private circles. As such, it was the commoners on the streets looking up who were the first to catch sight of the void-born Primarch.

Only visible at first from the firing of their jets, the tiny specks of the Primarch and his escort of Void Guard against the crowded sky quickly grew as they hurtled towards the place grounds. Forgoing a straight shot to the Ascensor's Gate, Atherel instead wove in between the colossal spires of the Imperial Palace, skimming the surface of the towers by mere feet. The Void guard followed suit, albeit with less grace and more caution than their Lord. With his speed and proximity to the spires, the Primarch did far more than just ruffle the feathers of the elite, both literally and figuratively.

A young nobleman, leaning perhaps a bit too far out over a balcony, found himself pulled over the edge by Atherel's tailwind. As a collective gasp escaped the onlookers, the Primarch seamlessly altered course, moving to carefully catch the mortal without killing him. Sweeping upward, Atherel gently deposited the young nobleman on the balcony from which he had fallen. Still holding one of his hands, the Primarch paused only to offer a silent bow in compensation before letting go and flipping back over the edge; leaving an embarrassed and breathless young man in his wake.

Continuing to weave through the towers, the Primarch eventually touches down at the end of the Avenue of Sacrifice, outside the Ascensor's Gate as the Void Guard land in three prefect semicircles facing back down the Avenue around him. Briefly removing his helmet, Atherel gives the crowd a boyish grin & a wave followed by a bow; a roar of cheering & thunderous applause the crowd's reply. Turning back towards the gates, Atherel silently dismisses the Void Guard, but not before issuing a brief order over a direct vox line to Marcus Castivar, Commander of the Void Guard. {{Find the Astartes in charge of the Night Watch's xenos auxiliaries and have him extend my commendations to those under his command. Their service to the Imperium has not gone unnoticed.}} Marcus replies with a brief vox burst of acknowledgement; the Void Guard moving toward the parade staging area as Atherel continues on to join his brothers.
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