Records
"Malcador has proposed assigning Remembrancers to every Expedition Fleet, to the sides of the Imperium's greatest commanders—yours," The Emperor said, looking around at the primarchs.
"They are poets, journalists, photographers, and writers. They will record this Great Crusade for mankind."
Magnus's multicolored eyes shifted to orange. "I support Malcador's proposal."
"In truth, ever since the Great Crusade began, many people have gathered of their own accord around the Expedition Fleets to record everything."
"But they receive no support. They are roughly driven away by soldiers, and some are even deliberately abandoned on dangerous, barbarous worlds."
Malcador held his staff in his right hand, his approving gaze fixed on the book the primarch wore.
"You trust them. I hear Mahavatus Kalimacus has been writing on your behalf."
Magnus's eyes slid into blue. "That is correct."
"An army is not where they belong," Leman Russ said with disgust.
"If every Remembrancer wants to walk the front lines, then they should be given weapons."
"That way, before they die, they can at least fire one damned round at the enemy, and they can make the enemy spend one bullet. Those are the two useful things about them."
"They are a burden on the Expedition Fleets and require additional forces to protect them," Rogal Dorn said bluntly.
"We would be forced to consider their safety when undertaking military operations."
"Their presence is detrimental to our military operations." Because Nimrod had rescued Omega from the claws of the Slaugth on Baal-Savol, he had always been the public-facing primarch of the XX Legion.
Only The Emperor, Malcador, and the Adeptus Custodes commander Constantin Valdor, who had once crossed blades with Alpharius in the palace defenses, knew of his existence.
Seeing that there were few in favor and that most of the primarchs opposed Remembrancers being