Sewing women's dresses was hardly a shameful job; Dante simply found it strange.
They had first accompanied Roboute Guilliman to Chogoris, then hurriedly left as though guilty of something. In the end, control of the fleet had been handed over to Corax again.
That was how they had arrived on Terra in a daze, and after that, no one had paid them any further attention.
Calgar of the Ultramarines and Kor'sarro Khan of the White Scars shared Dante's doubts.
They had now gathered in a plain meeting room to discuss what exactly the Primarchs and The Emperor were busy with.
"Could it be a new gene-warrior program?" After thinking for a while, Calgar voiced his opinion.
Once the Milky Way had generally settled down, handling the Space Marines had become a major problem.
The Emperor and the Primarchs would naturally never do something as cruel as tearing down the bridge after crossing the river, but neither could they possibly allow Space Marines to become the main body of the Imperium's population.
They had endured brutal selection and survived the horrifying Apocalypse War. Their families had long since passed away, and their only friends were the comrades at their sides.
Some Space Marine groups found it extremely difficult to adapt to life among the Imperium's citizens. They did not possess the Salamanders' and Ultramarines' ancient traditions of closeness with ordinary people.
Although Oedmeir had already developed a way to remove a Space Marine's Gene-seed and revert them to an ordinary human state, many warriors still could not let go of the genetic closeness they felt toward their Primarchs.
Perhaps this new gene-warrior program would allow them to retain their Gene-seed while living within the Imperium in human form, enjoying the simple pleasures of making friends and building families.
Dante frowned. He