"Keep your little secrets safe, or don't come crying to me when I leave you behind during boarding actions!" Fal roared at the group before him, who knew how many little secrets they had written down in their notebooks.
"No, Legion Master! When have we ever recorded other Legions' secrets? We would never! We're just ordinary scouts!!"
"No! I want to board enemy ships. I want to be a grunt."
The Pale Nomads' company commanders let out miserable wails, each claiming that they were nothing more than ordinary grunts.
"Alright, let's discuss another matter first!
Our Primarch was raised by slaves. In other words, our background is highly problematic." Fal gave the Legion's commanders a general account of their gene-father's circumstances.
The 19th Legion recruited its troops from the young and able-bodied men of the tribes in the Middle Eastern desert regions. Those tribes lived by raiding and practiced slavery. In their eyes, slaves were no different from livestock or merchandise.
And now there was a problem. Their gene-father had been raised by slaves. That meant that, in the future, those slaves would become their comrades. This was something they had no choice but to worry about. A new ruler meant a new court, after all.
The room fell silent at the issue Fal had raised. They were Astartes, War Machines born for slaughter. When it came to what they excelled at, they could talk for days. But they had truly never considered this question.
Now they recalled the sweeping changes that had taken place within other Legions after their Primarchs returned. Between the Terran-born and the companions brought from the Primarchs' homeworlds, a massive reshuffling of power was inevitable. Some Terran-born warriors were valued, but most were marginalized. There were also plenty of cases where disobedient Terran-born warriors were