As the Legion Commander of the Bloodhounds, one of the Imperium's eight great legions, Blot was a sly dog. He didn't report Hogg and the other two to his superior—his dog of a father, who was trapped on their home planet putting out fires everywhere. Instead, he kept it quiet and notified his three other good buddies first.
That was the real reason Hogg and Magnus had walked in on this scene of fatherly love and filial piety. It was so cliché that Magnus felt sick. He wanted to find a chance to travel back in time and slap his younger self twice. Hogg, meanwhile, felt no such embarrassment. He'd never been filial and often wanted Old Man Yellow to call him Daddy.
"Ahem! Blot, weren't you acting like you wanted to kill this dog earlier? Why are you calling him Dad now?"
"What? Chancellor, how can you say that? I'm my father's proudest child. Even you, my esteemed Sigillite of the Imperium, can't slander me like this."
The boomerang he'd thrown in his youth had come back to knock out his future self. Hearing Blot's answer, Magnus felt even more awkward.
Now that Goda had been completely exposed, he didn't pretend to be dead like before. He led his four big dog-sons over to Hogg and introduced this heavyweight figure to them.
And from Goda, Hogg learned the names of these three gene-superdogs—names that practically begged for a comment.
First up was the white-furred dog named Robertian. His Fourth Legion was called the Heavenly Punishment Knights, the biggest legion after Blackwatch. Its emblem was a cartoon dog saluting with its right paw raised, and Robertian's name alone made him sound like an expert at farming and management.
The second big dog was named Colaman. His black-and-white coat gave him