Editing Meet the Primarchs (Warhammer High) (section)

==Meeting Rogal Dorn==
I pulled up to the driveway and was immediately awestruck...

I mean, I'd been 'dating' Remilia for a week now, and she'd told me that her dad did the fencing for her house, but this was plain ridiculous...

The fence was at least thirty feet high and made from ceramite, the only possible opening being a gate left open to reveal a gravel path.

I swore, this was going to be freaking hard.

No sooner had the words left my mouth than a cute head peeked over the closest part of the fence, her auburn hair and cute smile sending my knees to jelly as they had so many times before.

"Oh hey Greg" Remilia smiled, resting her head on her hands and her elbows on the fence "Sorry, I'll about this, I'll get the gate open"

I regained my composure and smiled nervously as slowly, ever so slowly, the gate opened slightly and I squeezed through...
...only for the first thing to greet me being the sound of alarms

"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" the alarms blared and I froze, stock still as a squad of tactical marines took up firing positions, their bolters focused on me.

"stand down! STAND DOWN!" Remilia shouted as she sprinted for me, shielding herself in front of me as the Marines lowered their weapons.

"Sorry" she apologized to me as the alarms stopped and the marines lowered their weapons "Dad's a little paranoid about security...it's like he expects some kind of siege"

It got worse from there....

It was only when I turned from Remilia did I see the massively oversized Bolter pointed at my face by a man wearing ornate golden armour. This, I assumed was the great Rogal Dorn...

Remilia's Father...

"Remilia, aren't you going to introduce me to this fine young specimen?" Dorn said, lowering his gun that he was aimed at me.

"This is Greg" Remilia said, grabbing my hand and leading me closer to her father, which I saw as having been taller than I imagined. He also seemed to have a calm kind of gaze about him. Well, calm, but a real 'don't fuck with me' attitude behind it. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

"And how do you know my daughter, Greg?" Rogal Dorn asked me, and my throat turned absolutely dry yet again.

I swallowed before I could speak up "We're...um..." a swift kick to the shin from Remilia told me I needed to answer this correctly "We're in the same class.... architectural studies, sir"

"An architect?" Dorn's eyebrows shot up with surprise and mirth "Well why didn't you say so! You can never have too many good architects in one legion, can you?"

"Uh...no sir" I stammered

"Good man" he said and clasped me on the back, I nearly fell head over heels. Only Remilia catching me made me keep my balance.

"I trust it my Remilia does well at your class?" Dorn asked, eying me slightly suspiciously, as if this answer was also a test

"yes sir, she's a straight A's student" I replied quickly.

Dorn Sighed "Remilia, I thought you were improving this semester!" he said to the girl by my side indignantly

"I am, dad...he's just being modest of me that's all" Remilia retorted before she shot me a dark look.

"Too much of your mother in you" Rogal muttered under his breath before turning back to me.

"Greg, I need your advice...a few of Perturabo's kids have been flinging rocks at my wall and I need a way to keep them out to protect my little girl, what would you recommend?"

I knew I was being tested so I scanned the fence...it had to be something else...something obvious...

"Shutting the gate, sir?" I asked the answer, unsure on whether it was right. To my surprise, it seemed as though it was.

"Correct my boy... Shut the Gate!" Don bellowed

A marine pushed the button on the gate, the bolter attached to his arm training the narrowing gap the entire time. Dorn refocused his attention on me.

"So Greg, do you have any siblings?" Dorn asked.

"Um, a younger brother I guess..." I spilled, for some reason this seemed to please Dorn, but he turned to Remilia...

"Honey, can you go get your cousin Sigrid from your uncle's house? I'd much like her and your friend's brother to get to know each other..."

"But Dad..."

"Do it" Dorn commanded, and Remilia stalked off a quick "He's not even my real uncle, just a captain you promoted to be my emperorfather" muttered under her breath...I watched her go and admired the cute figure before a huge hand clapped me on the shoulder.

"She's really a sight for sore eyes, isn't she?" Dorn's voice said, and I couldn't help but nod, lost in my own mind of that perfect mind matched with those smooth curves.

"Let me tell you something, son" Dorn said, grabbing me by the jaw and twisting my head around until I was looking directly into his eyes "I know you have feelings for my daughter, and she for you and know that if you ever break my little girl's heart I will put you in the pain glove and laugh. In other words, if you break her heart, I will break you like I do Perturabo's 'fortresses'. You got me?"

I nodded quickly, scared out of my mind

"Good, now run along and find Remillia. You two kids have fun." Dorn said, releasing me as I scampered off.

===Alternative Meeting Rogal Dorn===

"So, let me get this straight, my boy. You are wishing to take my dear Remilia out for...what was it exactly?"

I swallowed hard as Dorn turned to look at me, his eyes seeming to bore through the back of my head and into the wall behind me. 

"T-to a p-pic-"

"Stop stammering, boy!" He slammed his meaty fists against his desk, rattling the green glass lamp there. The walls behind him were bedecked with trophies and, above the mantle of his fireplace was a massive family portrait. I didn't have time to ponder on it, though, as he seemed to be growing frustrated by my presence.

"I would like to take your daughter to a picnic, sir." Despite the bravado I attempted to put on, I was still shaking faintly under the man's stare. His face might as well have been cut from slate, as much as it changed. 

"It seemed like a nice day and so I thou-"

"Now, my boy, why are you so interested in my daughter?" 

I was taken back slightly. If nothing else, the man was blunt in what he wanted to know. I must have paused for just a moment too long, though. 

"Is it her mind you're interested in? My Remilia is sharp as a razor, you know. Or are you after her for her body? I'm no stooge, I have seen the way you boys look at her."

I could barely get a word in edgewise, and most of them were being cut off after the first syllable. Finally, I snapped.

"For all of those things, which I would have told you had you given me a damn moment to speak! Yes, your daughter is smart. She's sharp, cunning, whatever you want to say about it. And yes, she's attractive. What do you want me to say? I know that you've been all over my background to check up on me while I've been interested in your daughter, so you know full well that there is no reason that I am not good enough to take your daughter on a date. If you're still so hellbent on riding me into the ground over this, so be it! But I am taking your daughter out for a picnic today. I figure I might as well now, as you are liable to snap me like a twig."

It wasn't until after I had blurted everything out that I realized what I had done. Sitting at his desk, Dorn's eyes had narrowed to hard slits and his fists had clenched. Bracing for the worst, I was surprised when he started laughing. Looking up, his face was split wide in a smile and his laughter was nearly shaking the trophies off of their shelves.

"I like you. Despite a little bit of a soft shell, you've got some grit." 

He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder as he walked past, almost knocking me sideways. 

"Maybe even enough to be an Imperial Fist someday. Have you ever considered enlisting?" I rose from the chair, following him to the front hallway where Remilia met us. 

Her father continued on with his stories, pausing only long enough for Remilia to kiss him on the cheek. On our way out the door, the last thing I heard was, 

"You had better have her back by nine, or I'll throw you into the glove!" 

The laughter that followed it kept me shivering through the evening.