No one was foolish enough to expose Hogg's dirty laundry to his face. Even the most filial Ross wouldn't dare, since he didn't want to be sent back for reconditioning, either—to get the full Catachan, Cadia, and Vigilance grand tour package, then be hung up and beaten by Hogg.
Ginny, eavesdropping nearby, didn't have any such concerns. After all, she considered herself her father's little sweetheart. Sure, she could be a bit drafty around the edges, but she never spread rumors or caused trouble. She just wrote everything down and published it under the pen name Little Deer Ice Cream.
As for the author Ice Cream, whom Hogg had searched for ages without finding, Ginny insisted it had nothing to do with her. What did catching Little Deer Ice Cream have to do with Ginny?
One more word and Hogg would have given himself away, but fortunately, he managed to bluff a few cousins who didn't know the full story. Even the Emperor looked at this seemingly unserious adopted son in a new light.
They said you should love whatever line of work you were in. Taking advantage of this opportunity, which had everyone's approval, Hogg started hawking his wares on the spot. He focused especially on the various heretical products manufactured by Blackwatch, including, but not limited to, affordable and practical bio-synthetic beasts, the Pariah Nexus, which could last as long as Chaos itself, and the three-piece Reanimation Protocols set, based on Eldar Spirit Stones.
War was all about resources. Back home, they were preparing to clear out Imperium Nihilus, and their production capacity was already close to bursting. They desperately needed a large influx of resources to replenish their supplies, and this world was just what they needed to fill the gap.
As it happened, all the Primarchs