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With Prospero in ruins the Emperor can no longer keep his plan secret. He orders Vulkan to meet with the Kharn, to see if he can persuade his brother to join the new fires of faith that are starting to grow over Terra, all will be by The Emperors Will.

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Renegades 4:

The Emperors Will

What has gone before.

The Emperor had ordered that the Crimson King and his inner circle be brought to Terra, he also ordered that Prospero be wiped from the face of the universe and Lorgar sent Angron. Meanwhile, the other Primarchs finally discovered the truth and, much to the surprise of the other brothers, Leman Russ accompanied Magnus and his sons to their home world.

When they got there Angron had already destroyed much of Prospero but a battle between Angron and Magnus resulted in Magnus lying broken on the ground, however, the outcome of the destruction of Prospero meant that the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons were not only cousins but brothers in blood.

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Chapter one.

The inner sanctum of the Imperial Palace was silent, no servant moved and even the Custodian Guard stayed away from the room that the Master of Mankind held court with his sons. Each of the chosen sons stood before their father and, depending on where they stood depended on what image of him they saw. To Fulgrim, he was an artisan, a poet, a great thinker bringing perfection to an imperfect world. To Ferrus, he was the master of the perfect melding between man and machine, the Omnissiah made flesh. To Rogal he was the great Creaser, the man who brought not just continents but worlds under his control and his power. To Angron, he was the image of war incarnate; to kill those who would not follow his path was the only true way for a warrior god to be. Vulkan saw him as a master of fate, wielding his weapons that were his sons, in the battle for the future that could only mean one thing. Konrad saw him as the night stalker, the being that hunted in the night to bring justice to a universe that still had much to learn in the way of order. Lorgar, who gazed upon his father with the eyes of one who was vindicated in his beliefs, no matter how long it had taken, saw the great preacher, the man who challenged the unbeliever and cast him from his lofty perch into hells own fires. To Lorgar this was god as he had always been, since the first days of that ancient belief. Finally The Lion saw him as he really was the master tactician, the alpha male of his species and a warrior without peer. He was a keeper of secrets and master of all knowledge; this was the man he saw as his father.

There was no denying it now, not now and not ever, his father had been known by so many names and no doubt god had been one of them. He did not blame him for at first, not wanting to have anyone worshipping him, all it had brought was misery and death. Persecution and horror, but that was then and this, this was now. His father was a warrior, an artist, a ruler, a builder and a god all in one mighty, spell binding package. Who else could do the things he did, not even Magnus could do everything that his father had done, and would do in the future. Whosoever denied the Emperors divinity now, well there was only one course of action left open for them and that was to be forever cast into the pits of hell whilst the true sons of the Emperor continued the Great Crusade.

They had all been summoned here; the news of Angrons success in destroying Prospero and many of its people, in the millions was the last count had pleased the Emperor. However, Magnus and his sons escape to a world unknown had not pleased him and as Rogal cast a wary eye at his silent brother, he could almost sense the fires of shame burning in his eyes. He had killed every one of his sons who had failed him when they had attacked the Photep. The human and Astartes crews of that World Eater vessel Angrons Wrath had certainly lived up to its name. Dorn had asked his father not to judge Angron so harshly, after all none of them expected Leman to side with his old nemesis. Still Angron had been made to endure the torment of his father’s disappointment; the scars would take a while to heal.

Finally after waiting for him to speak, and they had been stood there a good seventeen hours the Emperor began to speak. His voice, like his face carried different aspects to each Primarch, which of course depended entirely on how they viewed him. It may have sounded gruff or soft, regal or calm, powerful and menacing, all these and more. But, no matter how they saw him or how they heard his voice the words were the same. He opened his eyes and focused on Vulkan and Vulkan alone for the moment.

“I have a task for you my son, one that you and your Salamanders would excel in”

Vulkan moved to one knee almost immediately “Name it father and it shall be done”

The Emperor moved from his throne and came down to stand before the kneeling Vulkan, he rested his hand on his sons shoulder and bid him to rise. Vulkan did so immediately in one smooth fluid motion. “I want you to go to Chogoris, I want you to meet with the Kharn, I know he is there overseeing recruitment and seeing to the bolstering of his worlds own Imperial Army regiments, and it has been a while since he was last there I believe.”

“Twenty-seven years last count father” Lorgar confirmed quietly.

“Thank you Lorgar. It will be a while before he will return when he is finished there this time. I want the mighty Kharn with us. Jughatti would be an exceptional addition to the ranks when he is here. His White Scars are faster than even the Lions bikers. I long to have the sons of Chogoris within my chosen circle”

“I will do as you ask father” Vulkan stepped back “May I take my leave?”

The Emperor nodded and watched as Vulkan strode out the throne room nodding to the two Custodians who opened the doors for him. The Emperor smiled to himself, always he had heard of the Lion, Horus, Gullimans victories, for their names were spoken high and proud along with Sanguineous, Russ, Dorn and yes even Lorgar, and yet he knew that Vulkan and the Kharn both had given much to the Great Crusaded and were not lauded enough. This would bring Vulkan into his own light and his Salamanders too, he wanted all his sons to have victory, and even Angron would have a complete victory one day.

“Now” He turned to the others “I understand some Salamanders and World Eaters who did not wish to embrace the new order managed to find their way to The Thousand Sons and Space Wolves fleet”

Each brother looked at each other wondering how their father could know this; all with the exception of Lorgar “Typhus” He enlightened them before anyone could ask.

“You are seriously having a joke with me, a poor attempt of one at that” Konrad scowled disbelievingly.

“No brother I am not. Typhus and a couple of others are our spies in the camp of Horus; it really is them and us now”

“Gather round my sons, let us decide how best to proceed” The Emperor retook his seat and his sons sat round him on their own seats and to those who saw them, they might as well have been warlords making plans….which indeed they were.

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The White Scars mingled with the native peoples making sure that everything was as perfect as it could be, in the nomadic tribes that made up the populace fathers were instructing their eldest sons on techniques that would see them through the hardships of the tournaments which, the Great Khan willing, would see their names carry much honour as a son of the Khan.

Amongst the populace and, in the shadow of the great Fortress Monastery of The Palace of Quan Zhou, the sons of the Khan walked, exchanging pleasantries with the older members of the populace and showing them great respect. Like any Nomadic Tribes, the elders were seen as having wisdom beyond their great years. One of the giants garnered much awe and cheering as he strode through the busying crowds. The First Captain of the First Chapter was indeed a sight to behold. His stature and honour scars speaking volumes and with the great Jubal Khan being here then that meant that the Great Khan himself would not be far behind.

The Khan himself was sitting in his massive throne room, thinking about the events on Prospero. Even now he was cursing himself that he could not be beside his beloved brother Russ when it came to fighting Angron's dogs. He respected Magnus for his wisdom, despite the way some of his other brothers viewed him, Magnus was a never ending fountain of knowledge and now….well now he was not sure what role the Thousand Sons would be able to play now. Many sons of the Wolf and the Crimson King had lost their lives defending what they believed in.

He sat with his eyes closed, honouring the fallen from both Legions and looked forward to aiding his beloved Wolf brother against the enemies of man. Now however he was here to oversee the next choosing and, in light of Prospero’s fate he wanted to ensure that his world was ready to defend itself from his mad brothers. Chogoris was a world of beauty and splendour, he had not spent all his youth uniting the tribes for it to all be washed away by his turncoat brothers and insane father, besides he also had to deal with the Dark Eldar, although to be honest the savagery of the tribes made sure that those raids were inconsequential.

He opened his eyes slowly as Captain Noray Singh came before him; the Second Captain of the Second Chapter bowed his head low.

“My apologies my Lord, our astropaths have received a message for your eyes only” He handed Jugathi a data-slate and stepped back.

Jugathi took a moment to look over his Second Captain. His dark hair was tied up into a tall topknot and his moustache was beyond his chin. His battle scars and tribal marks made him second in stature to Jubal. Jugathi allowed himself a wry smile, he had chosen Noray himself, he had been one of the young warriors from his own tribe of the Talskars, and he had a fire in his eyes that much resembled Jugathis when he was younger, if he had ever been young. He had garnered many victories for the Scars and was rumoured to be Jubal’s successor should anything happen to him.

The Primarch moved his attention to the data-slate and read it. His brow furrowed deeply and he stroked his long moustache slowly, a sign that he was not altogether certain about what he was reading or seeing.

“My Lord is something wrong?” Singh asked.

“Possibly, possibly not” Jugathi replied “It would seem my brother Vulkan would like to have a conference with me”

“And you believe him lord?”

“I do not know what to believe Noray, I do not want to believe that Vulkan is part of this madness but, I cannot discount that he might be. I will accept his request but I will not welcome him with our faces of peace. It will be a few days before he is here, time enough for me to oversee the choosing” Jugathi rose from his throne “Then I will see what the Great Fire Lord wants.”

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You missed an apostrophe in the third paragraph: "...Angron's dogs."
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The Promethean made its way towards the White Scars home world. In his stratagem Vulkan sat listening to a holo-image of Lorgar. It crossed his mind that none of them had seen Valdor or the Siglite for some considerable time. Lorgar had taken up much of the Regent's former duties; he may have still officially been the High Priest of the Imperial Creed but he was more than that now. He had even killed his First Captain to stamp his authority once and for all over his Legion.

Vulkan’s red eyes glowed eerily in the limited light of the Sanctum, listening not only to his brother but also to the chattering of the creature bound to his Gorgon forged hammer. It seemed to agree with whatever Lorgar said, but there was also an underlying chatter that told the lord of Nocturne that as a Primarch he was equal to all his brothers.

“Try and sway the Khan Brother” Lorgar gently said “The last thing we need is the fate of Prospero to befall the peoples of Mundus Planus”

“With Angron’s actions Lorgar, it is safe to say that Jugathi will not be so willing to be swayed” Vulkan reasoned “In fact he will have his home worlds defences ready to react to a moments action”

Lorgar cocked his head a little “Do as your heart tells you brother, you are part of a bigger destiny now, no more will they sneer at the Great Drake himself, and no more will the Salamanders be seen as a small insignificant Legion.”

“And if father cannot have his way?”

“Then you and I both know brother it will be war, we are trying to avoid such a conflict but if it must be so then so be it.”

Vulkan nodded and inclined his head towards his brother and broke the connection. Somehow he knew that was already happening, the incessant voice of his warp gifted hammer had already told him the sparks of war were beginning and if he was honest he relished it, he touched the symbol etched onto his hammer, the eight pointed star of chaos undivided and thought he heard the laughter of thirsting gods.

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