Before he could even figure out why he was so angry, Stunus's gaze fell first upon a battered, dust-stained expanse of white. The White Scars' power armor had yet to receive timely repairs and maintenance after the battle. Blade-hewn gashes, axe-chopped breaches, craters blasted by gunfire and artillery, and thick blood crusted onto the armor from unknown sources—all of it testified to Stunus and his brothers just how brutal the White Scars' fighting on Agrippina had been.
Nothing proved a Space Marine's loyalty and dedication better than such battle scars. Stunus silently made a decision: if the White Scars were willing, he could have the Iron Hands provide them with excellent repair services, as compensation for having failed to support their brothers in battle.
Even more astonishingly, Stunus could sense an aura of pride that looked down upon all others in the White Scars' advancing stride. It was entirely different from the disgusting, twisted narcissism and arrogance of the Emperor's Children. To Stunus, the White Scars before him were like a flock of mighty eagles that could still spread their wings and soar after enduring a storm.
How magnificent!
Stunus could not help inwardly cheering for the White Scars' martial bearing. How he wished the Iron Hands could possess such spirited vigor as well, washing away the rigidity and coldness of machinery to become perfect warriors who had mastered their own emotions.
Yet there were still aspects of the White Scars that disappointed Stunus, namely the lightness of their weaponry. He had not even seen many Devastators specializing in heavy weapons. He had heard that the White Scars had a peculiar form of punishment: making a White Scar into a Devastator. He had also heard of a curse among the White Scars more terrifying than being unable to return one's