Editing Camping Trip (Warhammer High) (section)

=='''Chapter One: How They Got There'''==

'A camping trip'. Perturabo rumbled. The Iron Warrior was stood in his study, Petra in front of his desk, reviewing his daughter's latest report. 'For what purpose do you wish to go on this trip, Daughter?' 
'Grandfather thinks I should.' Petra murmured.
'Daughter, speak up.' Perturabo sighed. 'Whilst I am capable of hearing you, I wish you to say things with strength and conviction.'
'Grandfather says I should. He says we all-' Petra stopped herself. She was well aware that her father did NOT get on with some of his other brothers, Dorn especially, and Remilia was also going.
'My father thinks so? For what purpose does he think?' Perturabo thought out loud.
'He says it's to deepen our familial bonds, Father. He says they're lacking.'
'Very well, Daughter. You may go.'
Petra was a little surprised as to why her father had just let her go with no further questions- usually it was practically interrogation in the Perturabo household. Her attempts to find out why were rebuffed.

''Meanwhile, in the Angron household...''

'The FUCK does Father think?!' Angron thundered. He, predictably, had recieved news of the trip in typical Angron fashion- that is to say, he'd split both his log and the stump in half when Furia had told him. 
'Yeah, Gramps says we need to develop our family skills or some shit like that.' Furia sullenly growled.
A change came over Angron after hearing those words, like they were some sort of secret code. His rage, palpable as it had been, evaporated in an instant. 
'Ok, Little Schnookims, go.' Angron said to his daughter, who promptly attacked him with a flying kick upon hearing that nickname, which she HATED with a passion. Of course, that was to no avail, as Furia was reminded when she found herself dangling from her father's grip by her ankle. She kick and screamed her head off, but with no result. 
'LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!!' Furia wailed.
'Fine, go pack. I'll take you.' Angron told his daughter, with his carnivorous smile, reserved for good fights, select family members and his children.

''Over in the Ravenspire...''

'OK, Cora, you can go.' Corax told his daughter. 'I expect there will be much fraternizing...' he tailed off as he looked out the window. 
'Thank you, Dad!' Cora squealed as she rushed forward to hug her father. Displays of affection like this were rare, and only ever in the Ravenspire, but the prospect of such a trip excited Cora in ways she didn't even think possible.
'You'll have to fly there, though.' Corax murmured, which brought Cora's elated mood crashing down as her thoughts swiftly turned to logistical problems, only to turn to familial outrage as she caught her father's smile. 


Across Startseite, the scenarios were much the same- the Primarchs all agreed to take their daughters. Some lent a hand to the packing, some only readied the transports for various reasons. Whatever the reasons or circumstances, the Daughters were taken to a remote section of moorland far away from any civilisation, on another world even, somewhere the Primarchs hadn't visited before. The Daughters were dropped off one by one, building up to their full complement of 19 (don't forget Omegan). Tents were pitched, supplies were unpacked, and in the cases of Remilia and Petra, fortifications were dug and erected, though why, nobody could fathom. What was going to attack them all the way out here?

'Well', Isis said, stretching out in readiness for the rest of the day and the coming evening, 'what will we do?'
'Grandfather said to play this once we got here and were ready.' Alpharia and Omegan mentioned, holding a disk out to Isis, who took it, only to have it make a fart noise as she took hold of it. The Twins had done it again.
'Great.' Angela groaned. 'We're not here 5 minutes and they've started already.'
Once the real disk was found, Isis loaded it up into a holoprojector, and a hologram of the Emperor of Mankind appeared. Though it was an automated message, His glory was still apparent, and each of the Daughters felt He was speaking only to them.

'My Granddaughters.' the Emperor intoned. 'I suggested this trip to deepen ties between you and forge new ones, as I have noticed in some cases- Petra, Remilia, Furia, Victoria- this is sorely lacking. The purpose of this is for Unity between you all. Over the course of the next week, you will experience many trials and tribulations. It is only together you will pull through. And I promise you this- you will have need of each others' skills, in all ways possible. Good luck to you all.' The Emperor made the sign of the Aquila before the message ended. 

'So this isn't going to be fun?' Remilia asked, looking rather downcast.
'Don't worry, Rem.' Roberta smiled, coming over to sit with her. 'I'm sure there'll be time to play.' 
Naturally, this made Remilia squeal in happiness. Roberta, though she couldn't have known it at the time, was indeed correct- there would indeed be time for fun.