With more people around, things were bound to get chaotic. Taking advantage of this rare gathering, the brothers decided to meet regularly from then on, setting the date for March 31. They'd announce the exact time in the group chat.
To keep Hogg, that bottomless pit of trouble, fooled, Jonson was appointed organizer of every gathering. After all, in that group chat full of fake identities, only he and Hogg were real people. All the others were burner accounts Asmodai had made up on the spot.
Once they'd eaten and drunk their fill, the inevitable bragging began. After another Yellow Weasel had tricked him into going to another world, Hogg had gone straight off to rescue the dog. He'd vanished from public view for nearly fifty years, leaving him no time to show off to his brothers.
Hogg gave those in the know a pointed look, telling them to keep quiet and let him have his moment. He embellished his exploits over the past fifty years, emphasizing how quickly he could solve problems with formulas and painting himself as a paragon of virtue.
Of course, the Primarchs put on suitably astonished expressions. They'd known all along what this bastard Hogg had been up to behind their backs, but they played along to avoid blowing his cover.
As they chatted, Horus's formidable social skills began to show. Once Hogg had finished, Horus gradually steered the conversation toward what the brothers had been up to lately.
Angron was the first to speak. While furiously plucking tomatoes from Hogg's head, he narrowed his eyes and slapped a Dataslate down on the table. A holographic projection sprang to life:
"Vigilance is a hellhole. You can step outside and find Xenos fighting right on your doorstep. So, to give the Legion room to grow, the