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	Vulkan tilted his head back, watching the molten rock of Mount Deathfire pour out of its maw, and let the memories flow back to him. He had been standing not far from there, hammers in his hands, when he first fought the Dustwraiths, driving their foul presence from Nocturne once and for all. He wasn’t far from where the shamans had ordered the Sanctuaries be built, and the foundations of true Nocturne civilization began.<br>		Vulkan tilted his head back, watching the molten rock of Mount Deathfire pour out of its maw, and let the memories flow back to him. He had been standing not far from there, hammers in his hands, when he first fought the Dustwraiths, driving their foul presence from Nocturne once and for all. He wasn’t far from where the shamans had ordered the Sanctuaries be built, and the foundations of true Nocturne civilization began.<br>
	He’stan stood a few paces behind, allowing his Master his silent memory. Ir’Shal and ~~He’Stan~~ were onboard Prometheus Station, preparing it for Vulkan’s return, but the Pilgrim had felt the need to be with his Primarch on this occasion.<br>		He’stan stood a few paces behind, allowing his Master his silent memory. Ir’Shal and Tu’Shan were onboard Prometheus Station, preparing it for Vulkan’s return, but the Pilgrim had felt the need to be with his Primarch on this occasion.<br>
	Vulkan glanced over his shoulder, down the sides of the scarred walls of Hesiod, to where a massive throng of Nocturneans had gathered, eagerly assembling for a chance to witness their ruler-in-absentia, since Vulkan had never rescinded his title before leaving for the Eye.<br>		Vulkan glanced over his shoulder, down the sides of the scarred walls of Hesiod, to where a massive throng of Nocturneans had gathered, eagerly assembling for a chance to witness their ruler-in-absentia, since Vulkan had never rescinded his title before leaving for the Eye.<br>
	A few of the Chapter’s finest had already been in Hesiod, recruiting, when the Primarch had arrived. Though each and every one had wished to greet their Lord in person, he had requested the chance to reacquaint himself with his home as soon as he could. None had objected.		A few of the Chapter’s finest had already been in Hesiod, recruiting, when the Primarch had arrived. Though each and every one had wished to greet their Lord in person, he had requested the chance to reacquaint himself with his home as soon as he could. None had objected.

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	“Forgefather, the Astropath has just relayed a message from Segmentum Command to be relayed to Lord Vulkan immediately,” the serf on the other side said.<br>		“Forgefather, the Astropath has just relayed a message from Segmentum Command to be relayed to Lord Vulkan immediately,” the serf on the other side said.<br>
	He’Stan looked over the crowd, Vulkan towering over the tallest of the adoring humans by nearly a meter. “Give it a moment. He’s meeting family.”<br>		He’Stan looked over the crowd, Vulkan towering over the tallest of the adoring humans by nearly a meter. “Give it a moment. He’s meeting family.”<br>
	“Yes, sir,” the serf replied. After ~~a nother~~ few minutes of letting Vulkan greet the crowd (under the watchful eyes of several Seventh Company Scouts), He’Stan politely tapped his Primarch on the shoulder.<br>		“Yes, sir,” the serf replied. After another few minutes of letting Vulkan greet the crowd (under the watchful eyes of several Seventh Company Scouts), He’Stan politely tapped his Primarch on the shoulder.<br>
	“Sire?”<br>		“Sire?”<br>
	“Right.” Vulkan gestured the crowd to part, and it did, as he and the Forgefather walked back up to the top of the wall, where the crowd could not be harmed by the teleporters’ harsh aftereffects. As soon as they were clear, he triggered his beacon, and both Astartes disappeared in a flash. They reappeared on the hangar deck of the Prometheus, where Tu’Shan was waiting.		“Right.” Vulkan gestured the crowd to part, and it did, as he and the Forgefather walked back up to the top of the wall, where the crowd could not be harmed by the teleporters’ harsh aftereffects. As soon as they were clear, he triggered his beacon, and both Astartes disappeared in a flash. They reappeared on the hangar deck of the Prometheus, where Tu’Shan was waiting.

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	''Continues in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Fifteen]]''.		''Continues in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Fifteen]]''.

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	“They call themselves the Blue Daggers, my Lord. They were formed specifically to fight against the threat of extragalactic aliens like the Tyranids, or more specifically, the Glasians,” the dour Marine reported.<br>		“They call themselves the Blue Daggers, my Lord. They were formed specifically to fight against the threat of extragalactic aliens like the Tyranids, or more specifically, the Glasians,” the dour Marine reported.<br>
	“I don’t see a problem with that,” Guilliman said. “If their role is different from that of a normal Chapter, or a Crusading Chapter, then what’s the harm in them using non-standard protocol?”<br>		“I don’t see a problem with that,” Guilliman said. “If their role is different from that of a normal Chapter, or a Crusading Chapter, then what’s the harm in them using non-standard protocol?”<br>
	“The problem, my Lord, is that they make a point of utilizing technologies and sorceries alike, which are not allowed for under the Codex, and they don’t particularly need them to win their battles,” ~~Agemann~~ said, coming to the point. “I am uncomfortable with the idea of our own successors utilizing such techno- and warp-sorcery, when they know full well that we would never have allowed them to do so had they remained within our region of the galaxy.”<br>		“The problem, my Lord, is that they make a point of utilizing technologies and sorceries alike, which are not allowed for under the Codex, and they don’t particularly need them to win their battles,” Agemman said, coming to the point. “I am uncomfortable with the idea of our own successors utilizing such techno- and warp-sorcery, when they know full well that we would never have allowed them to do so had they remained within our region of the galaxy.”<br>
	Guilliman nodded slowly, thinking that over. After a few moments of silent contemplation, he stood, gesturing for Agemann to follow him out of the room, into the courtyard beyond, opposite the door through which the serf had travelled.<br>		Guilliman nodded slowly, thinking that over. After a few moments of silent contemplation, he stood, gesturing for Agemann to follow him out of the room, into the courtyard beyond, opposite the door through which the serf had travelled.<br>
	The courtyard beyond was neatly groomed, to the extent that it could have been laid out with a T-square and graph paper. The walls of the Chapter Fortress of Hera rose around them, with the contrails of fighter overflights carving white lines across the sky above. The fortress was abuzz, as recruitment and reconstruction to replace the losses suffered at Cadia carried on, and pilgrims by the million flocked to the site where the Emperor had crashed through the wall of the Temple.		The courtyard beyond was neatly groomed, to the extent that it could have been laid out with a T-square and graph paper. The walls of the Chapter Fortress of Hera rose around them, with the contrails of fighter overflights carving white lines across the sky above. The fortress was abuzz, as recruitment and reconstruction to replace the losses suffered at Cadia carried on, and pilgrims by the million flocked to the site where the Emperor had crashed through the wall of the Temple.

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	“As you will, my Lord,” Agemman said. Before he could depart, however, Guilliman held up finger for pause.<br>		“As you will, my Lord,” Agemman said. Before he could depart, however, Guilliman held up finger for pause.<br>
	“Captain, why are you taking it upon yourself to carry such administrative details to my attention? Surely, one of the small army of serfs out there could do just as well.”<br>		“Captain, why are you taking it upon yourself to carry such administrative details to my attention? Surely, one of the small army of serfs out there could do just as well.”<br>
	“Perhaps, Lord, but in all honesty, I am hoping for a chance to speak with you on a rather important subject,” the First Company Captain allowed. Guilliman gestured for him to continue. “It has been a matter of grave importance for the Ultramarines to uphold the standards set for us by your own Codex Astartes, ten thousand years ago. And, personally, I think we’ve done a bang-up job. However…there has been a concern of late that the newer Space Marine Chapters formed by the Senate of the High Lords are far too willing to disregard its wisdom in their formation, and infrastructure, and titles,” ~~Agemann~~ said.<br>		“Perhaps, Lord, but in all honesty, I am hoping for a chance to speak with you on a rather important subject,” the First Company Captain allowed. Guilliman gestured for him to continue. “It has been a matter of grave importance for the Ultramarines to uphold the standards set for us by your own Codex Astartes, ten thousand years ago. And, personally, I think we’ve done a bang-up job. However…there has been a concern of late that the newer Space Marine Chapters formed by the Senate of the High Lords are far too willing to disregard its wisdom in their formation, and infrastructure, and titles,” Agemman said.<br>
	Guilliman thought for a moment. “How so?”<br>		Guilliman thought for a moment. “How so?”<br>
	“A new Chapter was founded less than six hunded years ago, Lord, in the Northern Fringe,” Agemman said, thinking of an example. “They were founded from our gene-stock.”		“A new Chapter was founded less than six hunded years ago, Lord, in the Northern Fringe,” Agemman said, thinking of an example. “They were founded from our gene-stock.”

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	A chorus of laughter, assent, and general insults rose from the throng of Wolf Brothers. Russ shrugged theatrically. “I got there after he did, so I don’t know, but I’m told he made a fair accounting of himself. That said, lads, Bjorn here is feeling, well, a bit long in the tooth. Do you all think he’s lost it? Think he doesn’t have thirteen more Black Crusades – or one Second Great Crusade left in him?”<br>		A chorus of laughter, assent, and general insults rose from the throng of Wolf Brothers. Russ shrugged theatrically. “I got there after he did, so I don’t know, but I’m told he made a fair accounting of himself. That said, lads, Bjorn here is feeling, well, a bit long in the tooth. Do you all think he’s lost it? Think he doesn’t have thirteen more Black Crusades – or one Second Great Crusade left in him?”<br>
	Thousands of the Wolf Brothers shouted the idea down, shaking their heads and jeering Abbadon's chances of success.<br>		Thousands of the Wolf Brothers shouted the idea down, shaking their heads and jeering Abbadon's chances of success.<br>
	“Lads, he’s ten thousand years old, his hearing’s gone a bit faint. Could you repeat what you just said?” ~~Ruass~~ asked mildly.<br>		“Lads, he’s ten thousand years old, his hearing’s gone a bit faint. Could you repeat what you just said?” Russ asked mildly.<br>
	As once, the seven thousand Marines roared their disapproval, egging Russ on as Bjorn stood stock-still.<br>		As once, the seven thousand Marines roared their disapproval, egging Russ on as Bjorn stood stock-still.<br>
	“Better.” Russ turned to Bjorn and grinned wanly. “They seem to disagree, my son. You still wanna go hang out with those dirty little kleptomaniacs?”		“Better.” Russ turned to Bjorn and grinned wanly. “They seem to disagree, my son. You still wanna go hang out with those dirty little kleptomaniacs?”

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	“All right, then. See you there, I guess,” Bjorn said wearily.		“All right, then. See you there, I guess,” Bjorn said wearily.

	True to his word, Bjorn plodded into the hall in four hours, where Grimnir and Russ were ~~wating~~. Joining them were the requisite Iron Priests, to perform the sedation rituals…and nearly all of the other Wolves in the entire Fang.<br>		True to his word, Bjorn plodded into the hall in four hours, where Grimnir and Russ were waiting. Joining them were the requisite Iron Priests, to perform the sedation rituals…and nearly all of the other Wolves in the entire Fang.<br>
	“What the fuck?” Bjorn asked, before realizing what was happening. “Oh, you didn’t.” Russ shrugged. Grimnir smirked through his fangs.<br>		“What the fuck?” Bjorn asked, before realizing what was happening. “Oh, you didn’t.” Russ shrugged. Grimnir smirked through his fangs.<br>
	“What can I say. Lord Father?” he asked of Russ. Russ nodded once and turned to the crowd.<br>		“What can I say. Lord Father?” he asked of Russ. Russ nodded once and turned to the crowd.<br>