Generally speaking, the routine morning meetings aboard the Vengeance began with everyone arguing with one another.
Several of the Primarchs, blessed with superhuman memory and energy, would continue topics they had already argued over but had yet to reach a unified conclusion on the moment the meeting began.
Yes, believe it or not, the way they resolved disputes among themselves was no different from anyone else. It was nothing more than the following stages.
Argue from reason, raise their voices, quarrel with each other, make personal attacks—and finally, if that really did not work, it would escalate into a brawl. Of course, that would not happen in reality. Simulation Pods were very convenient in many ways.
Mm. It was very hard for humans to understand one another.
"I do not agree with your deployment of the Imperial Fists in the Ultima Segmentum."
Rogal Dorn's brows were tightly furrowed as he waved an arm. "From the last attack, I concluded that, as the guardians of Terra, the Imperial Fists must have at least three or more companies deployed on Terra."
"You cannot send my Legion there as well just because there have recently been abnormal Warp fluctuations near your territory. You already have more than enough successor Chapters, and a large portion of them can provide support at any time."
"My territory?"
Roboute Guilliman shot back, extremely displeased. "That is the Imperium's territory!"
"Second," Konrad Curze said faintly from the side. The Night Haunter's face looked somewhat haggard. This was not unrelated to his excessive use of his abilities, but so far, not many people knew of it.
"Shut up!" Guilliman turned back and roared. "Don't bring up that damned prefix—!"
"You were the one who came up with that prefix yourself, Roboute Guilliman, great Lord of Ultramar. Mm, or should