>>5564571"HE LITERALLY OUT ACCELRATED A SPACE FIGHTER AND SINGLE HANDEDLY CAPTURED THAT SMALLER SHIP Y'ALL SAW." Meerah shouts.
"What." Wakatelaho says
"Oh yeah I guess I caught that on foot. It wasn't easy though. I think I need to work on my sprints, I haven't been practicing running in a while." You say and your sons look a bit flabberghasted.
"I guess start with Nuceria?" Wakatelaho says.
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Nuceria
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"Cinncinatus, I now know why you hate ruling." You tell the man who nods and smiles.
"Farming is better. Fishing is better. Fightings better. Anythings better than politics." Cinncinatus says cordially.
"So things have stabilized?" You respond.
"Yes indeed, they have Invictus. Though I am more worried about the tech alarm going off that The Martians left, they said something was about to jump into the system. Something - like that." Cinncinatus says as the most ornately adorned space ship you have seen, at least this week arrives. Which you haven't seen this many before this month, but at least they aren't in the hands of the high riders. At least this Tetrarchy system was working somewhat. Understanding and sharing peoples thoughts and feelings was easy. Logistics and ruling was difficult and more painful then some combat wounds. And this great ship appeared.
"The Longinus! The Emperor's Children have arrived. We can finally prepare to leave" One of the Martians says and despite all the machinery and the monotone nature of his voice you can feel the excitement and joy he feels knowing he is leaving. It probably isn't personal. In a flash of light figures in the royal purple of high riders and gold appear before you. All of them with stark white hair and of beauty that would be something you'd see in the artwork that was also in the halls of the high riders. And one stood among the rest, and yet above them. He had black eyes, almost pupil-less eyes and white hair to his shoulders. He looks friendly and he smiles.
You have met another brother. And you smile and approach and trade grips instantly.
"You must be Angron. I was told a bit about you." He says.
"Well I hope it's good news, I take it you are Fulgrim, or at least that's what these Martians say."
"Oh? What do they say?" He asks with an appraising look, mostly at the martians.
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