News that Thierry Vieira had challenged Saisak spread like a whirlwind through the Eleventh Legion and the Vostonian warriors undergoing transformation.
When the First Company Captain heard the news, his eyes filled with anger.
A warrior who had only just completed his transformation, who had never wielded the power of an Astartes or been tempered in the fires of war, actually dared to challenge him, a veteran of a hundred battles. He truly didn't know his own limits.
"Tell him I accept his challenge."
"And so no one says I'm bullying him, I'll give him five days to prepare."
"Beneath the Primarch's Hive Spire, I'll show him what a true Astartes is."
Saisak said it confidently. He did not take Thierry's challenge to heart, but this overconfident challenger was the Primarch's trusted man. Perhaps he could use this chance to prove himself before his gene-father.
Five standard days later, before the duel between the two had begun, a squad of warriors in red armor appeared at the Hive Spire.
Saisak and the honor guard he led, as well as several company captains who had come to watch, immediately recognized the design on their pauldrons. Before they had welcomed back their gene-father, the armor on their own bodies had been painted with the same legion emblem.
A moment later, Nimrod sat upon The Throne, thirty-three swords behind him each bearing a crown.
His fingers tapped lightly on the back of the chair as he looked at the gene-sons before him.
"You come from Terra?"
"Father."
A red-armored warrior with a Power Sword at his waist and a Bolter on his back had earned, by strength, the right to represent his battle-brothers on the journey here. He spoke.
"We all come from various Hive Cities in the Asian region, and completed our