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===Nocturne Returne===
'''3 048 215.M42'''
: As his personal craft touched down on his unused landing pad, Vulkan sighed. It was one of the biggest sighs of relief that he had ever breathed. It was good to be home. And he came bearing gifts. He made a mental note to find out who some of the more ‘hyper’ techmarines were. He debated whether to tell the Master of the Forge about his pet project and decided to show him. What’s the good of making a ton of super cool toys if you can’t show them off. That could wait for later because he had someone waiting for him. As he stepped out he heard the greeting, <span style="color:#008000">“My Lord Vulkan, I would like to welcome you back to Prometheus. I am Tu’Shan, Regent of Prometheus, and current Master of the Salamanders Chapter.”</span>


: <span style="color:#00ff00">“Tu’Shan? A good strong name. And that armor. I haven’t laid eyes upon such beauty in millenia. I can assume that means that the forges and workshops have not been abandoned?”</span> Vulkan responded, rather dryly. <span style="color:#008000">“Well, yes, my Lord. In fact, I believe the Forgefather, He’Stan has been itching to meet you. No doubt the rest of the chapter as well,”</span> the Chapter Master answered. This was not the light-hearted and warm Vulkan he’d read and heard of. Vulkan sighed again, <span style="color:#00ff00">“Yes...meetings. It ''is'' my duty to meet the men of the Chapter. I must request we wait to visit Nocturne for a week or so. I understand that the next Time of Trial is fast approaching?”</span> Tu’Shan’s mood turned a bit sour at the rather dark tone, <span style="color:#008000">“Yes...sir. I will inform Hesiod of your plans. It will do Nocturne good to go through the next Trial with you at our helm.”</span> The Chapter Master’s vox crackled, alerting that all of the brothers that were presently on Prometheus had been gathered. <span style="color:#008000">“If I may interrupt, all the men are gathered awaiting you, Lord Vulkan. Shall we go?”</span> Vulkan straightened, <span style="color:#00ff00">“I suppose we shall, lead the way.”</span>


: <span style="color:#00ff00">“Salamanders, Men, Brothers. My heart burns with renewed fire upon returning! Together we will set all that is evil and tainted afire and burn it out! We will ensure that the Imperium is rekindled and burns brighter than ever before! Our thoughts, our actions, OUR HEARTS will be as one flame. ONE THAT CANNOT BE PUT OUT!”</span> Vulkan looked around and then finished, <span style="color:#00ff00">“INTO THE FIRES OF BATTLE!”</span> The throng of men shouted back, <span style="color:#808080">“UNTO THE ANVIL OF WAR!”</span> With that the mass devolved into shouting, cheering and clapping as Vulkan left his stand.

: Vulkan retired to a private chamber and sat down, weary from that speech. A knock came at the door. He lightly approved their entrance and was unsurprised to see Tu’Shan entered. <span style="color:#008000">“My Lord Vulkan, I...have some questions to ask...not about what we will do, but...about you, if I may?”</span> Vulkan sagged back into the massive seat, and rubbed his hand over his smooth head. Another sigh, <span style="color:#00ff00">“You want to ask about the speech don’t you?”</span> <span style="color:#008000">“Well, yes. Not about the content, of course, it was a fantastic delivery. The men haven’t been this way in a long, long time. My question...er...comment more like it….that speech didn’t sound like...you seem to feel.”</span>


: Vulkan leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees and drooping his tough hands in between. <span style="color:#00ff00">“No, no it wasn’t. A primarch can’t show weakness. I haven’t had much contact with anyone for millennia. Daemons aren’t too talkative, and the traitors are always screaming about the same perverse ideals. There isn’t too much conversation to be had in the Eye of Terror. I can't...I don’t want to over do it. With company. I don’t want to snap. I mean, you can see it even now, that tiny speech wiped me out. I’m a ''Primarch'',”</span> a small laugh coming as Vulkan spilled his inner turmoil. <span style="color:#008000">“My Lord...I-I had no idea...Shall I order Hesiod to postpone until you are feeling up to it? We can tell them that you have personal things to attend to here on Prometheus. Or-or that the High Lords of Terra have called and you need to head out immediately. We can tell them-”</span> Tu’Shan stammered as he tried to think of something. Battling orks and Chaos was one thing, but a post-human’s feelings were something he was never ready for. Vulkan cut him off, <span style="color:#00ff00">“No. One week is plenty of time to...acclimate to people. I ''AM'' a primarch after all.”</span> Vulkan looked up in thought. <span style="color:#00ff00">“How much of a stick in the mud is your Forgefather, He’Stan?”</span> <span style="color:#008000">“I...er...he, ummm, he isn’t as…’boisterous’ as he used to be.”</span> Tu’Shan picked his words carefully. Vulkan’s eyes brightened and he let out a great huff of a laugh, <span style="color:#00ff00">“Hah, excellent! Then why don’t you head down to the forge and tell him I’m on my way.”</span> Vulkan stood up and walked over to the door and left. He poked his head back in, <span style="color:#00ff00">“If he falls on the floor, dinner tonight is on you.”</span> Tu’Shan stood their in shock. <span style="color:#008000">“What just happened?”</span> he wondered. Then it hit him and he quickly headed towards He’Stan’s abode.


: He’Stan crumpled. His knee pads slammed into the stone floor chipping out divots. <span style="color:#808000">“It-it-it’s….magnificent.”</span> He could no longer take it and fell forward barely catching himself with his hands. Tu’Shan managed to stay on his feet, although he too was hard pressed to describe what he was seeing as anything but magnificent. <span style="color:#00ff00">“Called it Nemean Armor. Mostly for us Primarchs. Although I think some of the bigger Astartes could wear it!”</span> Vulkan bellowed, a smile upon his face for the first time since returning. <span style="color:#808000">“My Lord, I could only hope to be worthy of wearing such a piece of art. I...am not worthy of the title of Forgefather,"</span> He’Stan practically groveled. <span style="color:#00ff00">“Don’t give me that crap. I worked on this baby for longer than you’ve been alive. Heck, probably longer than you and Tu’Shan combined. And I saw some of your work in the crowds. Those suits are masterpieces! So get up and we can talk about what you and I have been up to in our respective workshops.”</span> Vulkan smiled down at him and then looked over at the Chapter Master, <span style="color:#00ff00">“I believe you owe me some dinner.”</span> Tu’Shan started, <span style="color:#008000">“I, uh, I-I,”</span> a gleam appeared in his eye, <span style="color:#008000">“I believe he didn’t ''fall'' on the floor. So no dinner.</span> 

: Vulkan sagged in mock tantrum, <span style="color:#00ff00">“Oh for the love of my Dad...fine. Let me show you something else. Recta Rubra.”</span> He called out and mentally activated the modified servo-skull. An oversized servo-skull with a jumble of mechanical gears, struts, hoses, and other parts buzzed in. It headed toward the back of Vulkan and clipped in with a clack. The room filled with humming, clicking of parts unfolding and setting, the whirring of pumps and servos spooling up. A thunderous crunch sounded as the stabilizers that had appeared on Vulkan’s lower leg plates clamped into the ground. A final hum sounded as the two twin-linked Lascannons rotated over his shoulders and clipped into place. Vulkan grinned like an idiot and turned toward the firing range that was right between the pair of Salamanders. A huge roar, like the decompression of something in the void erupted from the weapons as the room bathed itself in ruby red light. When the two could see again, they noticed Vulkan standing there proud as could be, grinning just as maniacally. Tu’Shan was speechless. Only the sounds of the forges background noises could be heard until a groan began. Tu’Shan looked over and was just in time to see He’Stan crashed to ground flat on his back. <span style="color:#00ff00">“I believe that’s dinner, Chapter Master.”</span> Tu’Shan was still speechless.