For the countless lower-class citizens of Holy Terra, these were not easy days.
Just as people had nearly forgotten the painful memories of the Horus Heresy, the Battle Moon, a super war machine of the xenomorphic Orks, taught them another lesson.
And when some well-informed individuals learned that one of The Emperor's sons, Vulkan, Lord of the Fire Drakes, was still alive and returning, they believed they had finally found the savior of legend.
However, after a massive fleet arrived at Holy Terra, it did not enter the lunar starport. Instead, it directly sealed off the entirety of Holy Terra's low orbit.
The next moment, before the eyes and in the ears of countless citizens, your projected image and deep voice slowly rang out across every corner of Holy Terra!
"Citizens of the Imperium of Man, I am one of The Emperor's lost Primarch sons. Vulkan, Lord of the Fire Drakes, and I have rushed to Holy Terra at all costs for the safety of The Emperor and all of you."
"I know you are terrified and uneasy right now, but rest assured: so long as we loyal Primarchs remain, Holy Terra will never fall or be conquered!"
"But my human compatriots, perhaps some of you already know what has happened. Those lofty, incompetent, and corrupt High Lords of the Supreme Council actually sought to defect to the damned Orks! They tried to sell out the countless interests of the Imperium of Man in exchange for one last chance to cling to life!"
"What blasphemy and betrayal! Most of you would become slaves to those green-skinned beasts, while your children would become sacrifices to this surrenderism!"
"But do not be afraid, everyone. How could we loyal Primarchs possibly tolerate such a thing? Whether it is the Imperial Fists Chapter you