"Did you know? Dorn ruined everything." Fulgrim complained to Jaghatai in Biel-Tan Craftworld's docking port. "We shouldn't have let him speak. His awful personality only made the announcement of the Primarchs' return seem a little ridiculous."
"It's fine, Fulgrim. They've already been stunned stupid by all this news. Their brains can't even process it, let alone think about such things." Jaghatai reassured Fulgrim.
Then Dorn's voice continued broadcasting through the wide-area vox array. "As the Emperor's seventh son, I swear upon my honor and the Imperial Palace on Terra that I have returned to the Imperium, and Perturabo, who once betrayed the Imperium, has also returned to the Imperium. Furthermore, the conflict between Rogal Dorn—that is, myself—and Perturabo has been effectively reconciled. I hope that the descendants who carry my blood can likewise lay down their former hatred. I know this is an excessive request, but Perturabo and I are waiting for you on Cadia. If you have questions, make a list first. I will answer them one by one."
When the broadcast ended, Fulgrim looked at Jaghatai and said with a smile, "Why don't you make a statement too? The Eagle of Chogoris has returned to the Imperium and is preparing to kick Abaddon's ass into bloom?"
Jaghatai curled his lip. He had no desire to do something so flamboyant, and his mission was to command the fleet in a surprise attack against the Chaos fleet. Making such a declaration simply did not suit the needs of war.
Jaghatai boarded his ship, and the Big Canteen mixed fleet swiftly detached from Biel-Tan Craftworld and headed toward the center of the melee.
Fulgrim turned back toward Lin Fan, who was boarding a Void Phoenix Fighter with Yilafren. As the expeditionary force's strongest combatant, Lin Fan needed to deal with the