Before setting out to welcome the lord of the Eleventh Legion, Lorgar adjusted his course.
He decided to first visit the neighboring Olympia System. His brother Perturabo, lord of the Iron Warriors Legion, was currently stationed on his Legion's homeworld.
The latest orders from Terra had arrived. Once Perturabo completed another round of recruitment and refitting on Olympia, the Iron Warriors would return to the front lines of the Great Crusade and undertake a new series of even more demanding siege campaigns.
Perturabo himself had happened to return to Olympia to handle recruitment and logistics, providing the two Primarchs with a rare opportunity to meet without the pressure of urgent military operations.
When the Word Bearers' magnificent flagship, the Law of Faith, its armour engraved with sacred scripture, quietly appeared in synchronous Orbit above Olympia alongside its escorts, the orbital defence arrays' sensors watched in silence for a moment.
Identification codes were rapidly verified within the data streams, and cold logic circuits reached the conclusion: "authorized."
The alert was lifted. Navigation beacons signaling friendship and permission to enter blinked steadily in the void, replacing the targeting lasers that might otherwise have been trained on them.
Across the Imperium's vast star charts and the tangled web of relationships between the Primarchs, there was probably no brother other than Lorgar with the ability, patience, and willingness to actively understand and tolerate Perturabo's brooding, suspicious, easily offended temperament.
Perturabo's opinions of most of his brothers and their Legions had long since become a stubborn, almost instinctive routine of criticism.
Within his system of assessment, which held absolute efficiency, ruthless logic, and pragmatism as its highest standards, his peers were always riddled with flaws.
Angron's War Hounds, in his eyes, knew nothing of systematic warfare. They were merely a rabble driven by primal rage