Supplementing forces, Forming the Council

(Alexander Pov)

Funny, when you long lived as a pseudo primarch, things slow down a notch.

Been going to Trazyn, he was upset that I didn't allowed him to follow and gather the interesting things, but he accepted my apologies by letting me contribute his bulging collection, he was amused of the Alien Ray gun that I borrow from Mothership Zeta.

And I asked if there was a Necron that could helpd me with therapy.

The necron in question just simply spoke.

"Rest your mind and accept the wait. Even if humanity perished and the eldar turn to dust, they are still there to accompany me..." It's not much help... But I have doubts...

Already the moment I exited from a dreadfully campaign from fallout, I had to go to the front lines.

I am already swallowed by the amount of paperwork that flowed into my desk that my secretary bought a wheelbarrow and informed me that he is bringing a forklift next time. A bloody forklift, what's next, A Taurox Carrier barging into my office in my flagship and dump into the table of mine? My computer can only hold so much files till it began to slow down like crazy.

I look out at the vastness of space... From my flagship I felt alone... I know that next week is one of my daughters birthday... I hope I be done by then.

I know it's Monday, and I hate Mondays, since it's the day that the situation somehow arises.

Meeting with manufacturers, Seeing a new colony being built, Military acquisition, budget for the Federation for the next quarterly.

While most novels just glance about the infrastructure and just steamrolled a medieval era to a high tech society, I got a functional one and I slowly let the people to digest the technology that is within their fingertips.

You can't teach a illiterate to manned Armor cores, much less a titan for that much.

If I was a primarch, I probably the complete opposite of Roboute, he cares logistics, I cared about the wellbeing of the people and the economy, without incentives, doesn't matter if you have a logistics that is ironclad, all it takes is a disgruntled worker to subvert from within. I shudder of a worker sabotage a working God engine... Whipping people can only do so much until their productivity slowed down or worse, worker strikes and riots. Human are incentive in nature. Give them a rod they will be under fear for a time. But sooner or later if prolonged use of said fear .. there will be others that cheat the system of working. But a carrot and stick is the best way to incentivized the people.

I slowly understand why the emperor just wanted to be at the front lines than bogged down by the bureaucracy. Leaving the crap to both Macaldor and me.

As I read the reports Bugs is evolving and the technology and strategy from 10 years ago is no longer valid.

No longer we sent mass wave infantry, but Combined arms of not just Tanks, aircraft, but also orbital and Mecha support. Power armor is now the commonplace in the battlefield, And it's still isn't enough, they grow more intelligent and more durable as each passing day. By comparison, a normal Lasgun that I proliferate across the federation is now becoming more and more... Obsolete, what it took a few shot now takes a full charged blast.. But we are using Kyber infused lasguns, the ones that power the death star is now in the hands of Imperial guard.

I believe if we let this war dragged on the bugs would achieve the sentience in the original starship troopers book. The horrible endgame for us.

The Space Marines is getting more and more widespread that it is disturbing some of the veterans, and many asked if I could allow their child to join them ....

I understood the sacrifices those sons of the primarchs had made... But seeing the people so adamant to send their children to become a space marine... Is sickening.

I told them it was 87% chance of survival and even that is drastically lowered as each legions had their own trial of their own to filter out the weak. I may control them, but I respect their tradition of being a astartes.

In a controlled experiment about a 100 boys was selected for the geneseed compatibility. Since they didn't have genes from the polluted Imperium and they are purely compatible from the start, it was surprisingly awkward for me to see the numbers presented before me.

43 goes to Iron warriors

17 goes to Sons of Horus

10 goes to Emperor children

5 to the death guard

1 Night lord

9 the World Eaters

10 to the Alpha legion

10 to the word bearers

These 100 children would be the first homegrown Space Marines... Their parents consented to it... I fear that I might be leading them to downfall. So I only limited the numbers to just 100. Perhaps I am selfish for not letting boys become men that kill everything on sight... But there was a project I kept on the back burner that I would turned a third of the boys into space Marines, and that was on the basis that the Necron and Eldars is being a uncontrollable factor... But now, I am on a technical and economical hegemony against the Bugs. For each world we take, each warfront being contained, the people belief in me rises.

After the last Sky Marshal scandal of blowing up mars and pin the blame on me backfire, the majority of civilian and citizens alike have lost faith in the government... The only reason why I was voted in place was that they knew me, and my beliefs. I must continue to win. With minimum loses.

But the sky marshal must not only focus on the military but also the economic side. As the war rages on towards the Arachnid, trade routes and colonies is raised by the Federation. Home rebuilt and more resilient as Iron warriors is now on the defensive, funny that the Siege masters of the Imperium is now the foundation of the cities that is raised up in the fringes as they know how to siege their way in, they could build the city without the weaknesses.

While the bugs are attempting to expand their portfolio of biological organisms to send against the Federation, bug fleets that numbered in the thousands and growing every hour. Imperial ships is being churned out, but each newer variation is having less crew requirements as automation of task is more common and Men of Iron is housed about 34% of the fleet... We are running out of soldiers, pilots and technical staff... That even one Luna class ship only had 3000 crew due to the excess of ships and lack of crew members... I could try to recruit the citizens of the imperium that was introduced into my own on the basis that their family fought on the Frontline done enough merits to justify it.

The people is gloated by the victories, those that had a brain knew, that we are running out of soldiers to tossed into the grinders... I refuse to draft civilian to make them conscript soldiers.

The mechanicus just grabbed something from the dark age of technology and simply lobbed at the bugs.

It was amusing that a Toaster had a kill count of 300 warrior bugs before it set off in a nuclear blast. He did wanted to end the world in flames...rest in peace old toaster.

I never understood the fascination with the mechanicus with the toasters... But I don't bother with their eccentricities as long as they provide the numerous quotas that we need at the warfront. Just as the Revelation just let the Techpriest believe in him as the Omnissiah. I being hailed by the Mechanicus as the Emissary of the Omnissiah.

I sighed as I stamped the extermination of a infested world with approval.

"*Happy beeping*" a Floating eyebot plopped in my vision and I smiled, I patted my friend. The loyal companion wanted to follow me from fallout.

This adorable machine had no longer purpose to go to the divide... And he is more than a important friend than a trophy I picked up.

I looked across the trophy I added in my room. T-51 power armor helmet as thanks from the brotherhood, Jack revolver, shotgun and Spanner from Bioshock, the Lapel symbol of the Enclave, a snowglobe of me with House standing in front of Lucky 38, Piper spare cap. A Nuka cola quantum.

I hummed as I waited for the next rewards update.

"Thank you, my dear antivirus. You been promoted from paperwork to data scanning." I teased Theseus.

"Aw. You found out? Now show me the cache and rewards please, no IOUs" I smiled.

A Hub appeared next to my eye.

<*Due to the confirmed deaths of the Reincarnated Number seats, you are unable to get their skills, weapons and technology. Bounty hunter is disabled, you can only get requisition points from grunts.*>

"That sucks, I hope the consolation prize is worth it."

. Armored Core 1-6

. Mazinger

. Gundam U.C/ Wing

. Battle tech: Inner sphere and Clanner tech

. Zone of the Enders

. Stellaris

. Sins of the solar Empire

. Supreme commander

. Macross

. Bioshock 1/2/infinite (Completed manually)

. Fallout tech (Completed Manually)

. Soul Devouring Chip

. Completed Halo Tech (Covenant, Forerunners, UMSC) [RimWorld Halo is just a cheap imitation]

. Recording from Madame Mecha.

Recruitable units:

Usonia Mechanized Regiment

Las Vegas Artillery company

Usonia Rangers (Nevada ranger joined imperium)

Usonia Aeronautica

Usonia Power Armor detachment

Assaultron squad

Mr.Handy squad

Synth infiltration squad

Siberian Winter Wolves division

Bosnian artillery division

Imperial Britain Cavaliers

Imperial France Fusiliers

Leman Russ Variant Unlocked:

Usonia Sherman

Usonia Abrams

Boost now distributing.

. Imperial Guard can now use plasmids (from Sergeant to above)

. Flamers now have a short life radiation effect. Slight chance to turn the target into a beserker Ghoul that kill everything and last for 50 seconds before metabolism kill said target..

. Nuclear power technology miniaturization.

. Power armor suits is able to use three fusion reactors. Space Marines suit have 4 miniature generator and each triple the output of a single original generator with a quarter of their weight. Terminator have 8.

. Radium and phosphex weapons is now amplified by a factor of hundred. (Send one man, to end it all)

. Necrons is now powered by all sorts of energy.

. Universal translator badges is now applied to the imperium.

. Fallout power armor is now available to built at Imperial guard Armory.

. Liberty prime is able to be created in Titan Assembly.

. Imperium vehicles and titans can now teleport 50 kilometers with a 3 minute cooldown.

. Imperium ships can teleport within 3 light years from their current position (cool down: 1 hour)

. Multiverse portal blueprint.

Requisition accumulated:

Estimation: Able to start a hundred years of Grand crusade worth of manpower and logistics.

Body parts found.

. Heart of Abundance (Found in Bioshock)

A organ that work as a secondary heart. It allows to absorb energy and perpetuate it. The more you use it the more refine it get.

- current energy.

Imperial Faith

Plasmids

. Murder of crows

. Electroshock

. Pyromancy

. Telekinesis

Left Gauntlet of Ideals.

Obtained from the former primarch of Possiblity. He was said to be the diplomatic kind and slow to anger, but diplomacy was his fatal mistake to appease his traitorous brother. Now turned to gauntlet.

Traits.

. Create a Shield that allows to be protected for every 30 seconds. Current limit: Lancer strike

. Your words is akin to persuasion. Be wary of what you speak it just come true.

. Diplomacy is more effective, and deals are more likely to be on your terms.

. Able to use Eldritch blast due to a grudge lingering in the hand.

Right Hand of possiblity

A hand made by one of the former thousand primarchs of a naval captain of the explorer fleets of the federation. Where he goes is based on his beliefs that humanity is a beast of possiblity. Died at the last rush to defend the capital. Outnumbered and outgunned, rammed the traitor flagship and dying in the process leaving only his hand.

Traits.

. Upon declaring that a planet is now conquered by you, the natural resources would never ran out and every night it would be replenished. (A/n: Unlimited Oil for American thinking)

. You can now attack concepts i.e gods and demons beyond Warhammer 40k

. Soldier of the imperium can have a Chance to defeat foes beyond their station.

. Small chance of human becoming high humans.

Boots of progress

A leg that is made by the fastest of the thousand primarchs that worked as the intelligence personnel in the former federation. He was the first to found about the treachery and paid his price as the first to fall. His body was shredded and fed to the void beast that he so loved...

Turned into boots.

Traits

. Able to run across hazardous planes without rest.

. Walk on lava and jump across the skies.

. Can hide in the shadows

. Travel the void.

. Opponents would be confused of the user appearance.

I am not happy, but if this is all what's left from the so called Madame Mecha parting gift... Might as well use it.

I sighed as the fact that the technology is great... But looking at this... It is worrisome, as I noticed that Mazinger is in her portfolio that she conquered. So fighting literal god machines is the norm? Titans vs Mazinger Zero is not a good estimate. Especially one that would wreck the entire planets kind of weapons.

But at least I am grateful that she given me the complete blueprints of the Armor core, since most of the mech is based on the derivative of Foxeye. And they don't have the specifications from ground up.

There is so much reverse engineering can do before we hit a dead end, but with this help, the technology would increase once more, organically. I noticed the her recording and played it. The recording lit up and a woman in a pilot suit appeared before me, she was Brunette with curly hair and her facial figure was scarred and Barr none of her natural beauty, she simply saluted and spoke.

"Hello Midas

While you don't know me, I know you, the moment Shado was Killed in cyberpunk. And while you took my precious mech and probably salvaged most of the things that fool sent against you. I have no aggression or qualms against you.

While most of us had our grievances to our version of the God Emperor that Used us, Abandoned us the moment our value had ended, kept us in the dark, I did... In a sense, Envy you and your relationship with your version. How he trust you and believed in you... More than any of us kept in the dark.

I laughed at the fact that irredeemable bastard could be redeemed, it made us laughed. I observe how you fight and in a way, reckless and bold.

If you took measures that is caution to scan the Holodisk I sent, I don't blame, but applaud your decision.

But if I really wanted to kill you. I would had done it personally. Making plans and schemes that is not the way of a Mech warrior.

As of this recording, a Great Civil war have started in the numbers and if the message was given to you by my old friend, that's means I succeeded.. The first, the one that guides us have been acting weirdly as of late. Everyday, he filled with strange powers that corrupted his mind, entering franchises that he proposed that should not even enter... Many advice him to stop with the diving for more powers and not to listen to the gods that promised him nothing...

When the he met with the second that deal with souls and resurrected his brothers... I knew instinctively, that our role had come to a end. He had no need of us... Just like what the God emperor did when we failed his expectations...

He demanded the massive forces that we accumulated over the millennia... But... He didn't do it with the kindness of his heart. He killed one of the newest addition to prove his point... And the fight started.

I had my associates sabotage most of the world ending Mecha in my arsenal and sent them to the void. So rest assured that you dealing with the grunts, Of the franchises that I control.

I know my hands is covered in blood of the innocence. Always followed orders whether from the emperor of mankind or the First... Civilization burned in my path, stars weep in my name. I realized that I am just a broken puppet on strings picked up from a trash can to play a last staging props by entities beyond my control... Perhaps all of us were...

But... I know that the fact that the Civil war is erupted and you are thinking good riddance, put away that mindset as there is more bigger fish to fry than chasing after you. Our organization was meant to fight monster in the dark...how that works out I don't know.

My headquarters is under attack... Perhaps being resurrected by a undead that chained to his will...

You and I know that we are users of the system or some variation of it. But First is a Native and he already sense the moment we died and the reincarnated that kill them would get their systems.... Perhaps some sick god being entertain by the bloodshed? I don't know... But I hope... If this message does go through... Make sure you piss on his grave... And make a Grave for me in

The Northwind highlanders territory if you are so charitable... It held so much memories... I know the moment I die, the people I cared about would forget about me, as my existence was a glitch... But at least... I could... Fight...once more..."

I heard gunfire in the background, and recognize the bolts from a bolter... She stared forward, not looking back.

I heard the sound of a weary man behind her.

"Lassie! We betah go, the Black Watch is holding for so long till that crazed bastard truly entering our quarters! The Highlanders fusiliers is barely holding the tide of those crazed undead. And they even brought those damnable Space Marines after us!"

"This is my last stand...

I want to let you know, Midas, that even though you are a enemy of ours, I know that the moment I die, I may never existed in my family minds, I want to let someone know that I still exist in one shape and form. Even if. Its someone like you.

There is still honor left within the darkness..

Anna Campbell, House of Campbell of Northwind Highlanders, Formerly Imperium Militant General of Mecha legion 313th,

signing off."

The image fizzes out. Leaving me in contemplation.

"Did you read it?"

"I see... More work for me... Time for the mechanicus to reverse engineer this stuff."

"Meet the Primarchs, and inform the situation at hand." I spoke.

I rushed out and call the nearest operator to my destination.

(??? Pov):

I walked past the hallways that our supposed "brother" made for us, a Mansion to house all our brothers... At least he is trying to be considerate for our height at least.

As I walked past the endless windows, Sometimes I see the reflection of what I once was... A hideous snake watching me from the reflection. The purple colors was akin of arrogance of my past.

"You know you never escape from your sins, you know that in your heart, that he is giving you a delusion that you are free, but you are chained to him... Just like old father..." The apparition smirked. His snake tongue lashed out with glee.

I just looked at him blandly, is this what my original self had become? A vanity project from some sick manifestation? While he attempt to drag me back to the realm that my old self indulge in... I had a more grander purpose.

I only gave a smile, and simply left, leaving the apparition to scream in agony as his taunts could no longer hurt me, the past me is dead, but my brothers beside me is my present and the future, I know Father... Had a reason for us to follow.

Alexander.

But deep in my heart I know, that the galaxy we lived in... They hated us... I know it as I joined my brothers in the Eternity gate, the sense of disgust and hatred that etched upon the people that lived in terra .... I cannot blame them for witnessing and experience the horrors that our corrupted counterpart had done...

I watched as Angron was sleeping with his pet dog under a tree in the courtyard... I never understood how did such a creature survive ten thousand years and still waited...

While we were a sort of dysfunction family...

But here, we could find purpose, our tainted souls can be reborn... Every news from humanity shows my son's and my nieces in the battlefront, people show us not with hatred or fear... But with satisfaction and gratefulness... The people that we sought to defend didn't looked at us with horror... There was a tinge of innocence...

Alexander took care of us, we were given a fresh new start... To clear our name... To don what we once were... The legends that made the grand crusade... Or that's what I think... I doubt my brothers with me is alright with him...

I arrived at the room which led to one of my brothers.

His room is practical, much like the Lord of Iron next to him... I never saw that man as he constantly went to worlds and oversee his construction projects or in the Bug zone, As I am about to knock, a voice came out the door.

"Fulgrim, You there?" The voice sounded.

"Yes, its me brother."

I smiled wryly as I entered the room.

Ferrus room was pragmatic, not sterile like Perturabo. I never imagined of placing a command center in his own bed, does that man does not even sleep? Ferrus room held some semblance of... Growth. I noticed a pot of flowers by the windowsill. And a picture of our family before things happen in ullanor. And beside it ... Was a fragment of the sword... That I once made for him.

I found my brother at his workbench. He was carving some intricate machinery.

"What do you want?" He spoke. Still focusing on the task at hand.

"Alexander called all of us that we should convene in the Atrium. At 10 o'clock." I simply replied.

He glance at the clock next to him and sighed.

"Alright, I will be there." He gruffly spoke.

I know my time to stay had ended so I just exited the room.

I know there is a distance between us... I know I was to blame for beheading him... But... I do wish to make amends of my mistake. Even if is just a little...

But at least our relationship is slowly mending... Little... Before, he would not dare to talk to me without Alexander nearby to oversee our conversation... Now... Well at least it was a improvement.

I smile as I watched the shadow of my past glared at me from the windows... I smiled knowing that while I am a clone. I did something more than the supposed perfect me could had achieved.

Gaining his respect than wishing for it.

I stood before Horus office. I have mixed feelings about him, but somehow I could relate to him since we are both clones of the former selves.. only I was lucky enough to face my fears, but I fear Horus is still trying to find his place in the world.

This is a galaxy where there is no imperium, and his title as warmaster have been tainted. Had I question his actions back then... Had I not taken that blade... Would the pain that Horus grief be lighten?

I open the door and Horus was casually sitting near a fireplace. As if contemplating something.

"Brother, Alexander is calling for us to head to the Atrium." I spoke softly as if not bothering him the slightest.

He took a few seconds and nodded.

"Is that so?" He smiled. But I know that he is not smiling. After all, he killed his son Abaddon with his own hands, witness the galaxy that we lived in remembered him as the monster that ruined it all.

He is trying to hide the pain. And there's little thing o could help to comfort him...After I informed him, I left for another place in the mansion, Magnus is on my list.

I know Alexander allowed us to have some form of freedom, he didn't asked us to help him, and our aid is merely out of volunteering. This peace... It helped us reflect on our selves. I am sure Perturabo know it too, since he building cities and fortresses out of sheer boredom. I did peeked into his quarters once, seeing a minifig of rogal dorn that is unfinished... Perhaps his hatred subsided? Perhaps he is the most valued, as his efforts gave the people around him with adoration and admiration. Not empty praises that we been in Imperial Nobles courts. But genuine Praise from their hearts.

I thought of joining in one of his campaign with my son's... At least we would not get rusted from being dull.

My thoughts just ended as I ended up facing a Prosperonian Door. As I was about to knock.

"I know, Alexander called for us, thank you fulgrim."

He spoke. I just shrugged and headed to the courtyard.

I met Angron still sleeping under the shade.

To me... He felt like he was completely different from the time he was implanted a butcher nails.

He seemed so peaceful.

His dog smelled me and simply pushed his nose to angron arm. My brother woke up and simply spoke.

"What is it." He growls. Oh boy, he still retained his gruffness...

"Alexander, Atrium, Ten o'clock." I just pointed out.

He simply grunted and fell asleep.

I smiled bitterly as I just patted his dog.

"I am glad that you are free brother... Perhaps more free than any of us." I muttered as I headed back.

(3rd Pov)

In a planet in the Arachnid quarantine zone, a fight for control is taking place.

On a Plateau that held the landing force that had a makeshift base raised up. The bugs now began to swarm the soldiers.

Several explosion occurred blasting the Chitin and meat away from the blackened waves of Bug warriors.

A familiar sound sounded across the base.

"All soldiers man the Walls and Trenches outside the base. Make the xenos die!" The voice bellowed.

The soldiers gave a rallying cry as they immediately opened fire at the unending hordes of bugs.

Heavy anti aircraft batteries rained in the distance, making flak bloomed in the horizon like dandelions in a field that is swept by the wind.

A giant man calmly walked out of the Command Center and walked to the ramparts. He observe the soldiers that is manning the walls and his son's, clad in caution symbols, holding a bolter and a shield. A wasp like bug managed to passed through the flak screen and attempt to kill him. It stun as he noticed its presence and simply fire his stormbolters in his wrist. Completely eradicating it without even looking at the would-be assassin.

His unique terminator Armor was a sight to behold.

"In thirty Seconds, drop canister shells at grid 2-11-21." He calmly ordered.

The Earthshaker batteries behind him raised their barrels at where he dictated.

The crew rushed to their stations as they loaded up their shells.

As the seconds ticked down. They all simultaneously opened fire.

In the Frontline, the bugs grew emboldened by their minor success of breaching the first line of defenses and now began to swarm into the second trench lines

"This is trench in the second line, we are being overwhelmed! Requesting danger close artillery!! The Stomper in this location is under attack!" The Voxcaster yelled as his companion is struggling to stem the tide. Beside him was the Medics that is struggling to put triage to the wounded. And a machinery that continuously stomp the ground. It was a way to prevent the bugs from making bug tunnels as the vibration made by the machine will collapse the attempts of the bug sappers infiltrating the base.

As soon as his words left the comms, he heard artillery fire and the sounds of the shell approaching.

"Take cover!" He yelled.

As the numerous amount of shells began dropping on their location. The Flechette rounds of tungsten rods rained nonstop. As the soldiers managed to avoid the rain of hell.

They heard thudding sound from behind their formation and they saw giant men stampeding across their line in the attempt to plug the gap.

Their bolter and plasma weaponry fried any bugs they met and double tap the corpses for good measure. Another round of artillery fire sounded in the distance, this time a few hundred more meters from the nearest trenches. Following behind them is the Armageddon Steel Legions vehicles.

"The Iron Warriors is here!" A soldier yelled.

"All forces Charge!" Yelled the sarge as he assist the lines.

"We got close air support!" The voxcaster yelled to his captain as they saw a Laat and Valkyrie gunship hovering above them raining fire on the bugs.

"Bug Plasma bugs at Grid 411-12-22 aim 22° at the easterly wind is affecting the shells, Supercharged the inferno shells. Have the MLRS ready " The giant spoke.

The soldiers obeyed without question as they placed extra gunpowder charges in the attempt to extend the range of the guns. The artillery roared in synchronized crescendo.

The plasma bugs heading to a suitable position unaware of the shells being fired upon them, began to set up the artillery barrage.

A few years ago, they were the orbital defenses of the planets they held, but ever since the Sky Marshall policies of Orbital bombardment before landing troops implemented, any sign of even a plasma ball exiting orbit was met by a barrage of lancer fire that scorch the surroundings of the bug that launch it. Glassing the planet if they had to.

"People, not planets" was the agenda in the current policies of the Sky marshal.

Planets could be conquered, but as long as people is safe, it is possible to take back the planet. Land could be terraformed but the dead would not be brought back to life.

These bug plasma is now regulated to merely artillery and anti air only as they focused more on fighting the human fleets with their own. As they turned around to launch the plasma balls, the whistling of shells landed upon them just as they about to launch their plasma. Flames quickly engulfed them as they screamed. The plasma shot that is about to launch exploded as they experience the surface of the sun on their chitin armor.

The smoking gigantic carcasses is the one that remains.

The skies glowered with the thrusters of titans descending from orbit. The massive weight of the collosal god engines vibrated the planet so much that it collapse the bug tunnels for miles. Every mountains and rough terrain have been wiped off the map.

The Giant nodded in appreciation as he already drafted plans and defenses for the next five years.

The base would be the foundation of a new city.

One of his son's approach him.

"Father... High lord requested for your presence in Mars. He have requested your presence for his plans." He spoke in whispers. Fearing the man before him. But he was surprised that he was patted on the shoulder and smiled.

"Informed the Psychic Choir that I will be there. It's about time. Have the defenses upped their security and ensure these... Abomination of nature eradicated from this planet ." He smiled as he left, leaving behind a confused Iron Warrior.

As the Primarchs convene. At Mon Olympus headquarters. In the Fortress city, a Atrium have been set up. All the primarch sat around a Oak table with seats of Marble laid with cushions from a billion feathers of duck stuff into it. The venue is both pragmatic and aesthetic as it was made by Perturabo and Fulgrim. Every ornaments is a hidden turrets and traps .

"Brothers, I proposed that there is a organization taking place." Alexander spoke.

Many were interest to hear his thoughts. Papers were presented to the primarchs.

"I am forming a Council of Wisdom, and it is meant for my brothers to give council and hear your thoughts on the place we go." Alexander spoke.

The primarchs, saved for Magnus and Konrad, was surprised of his actions. Many of them would have think he was the same as their father in the grand crusade. Sending them to just be cannon fodders for this foster brother grand crusade. It was a thought in everyone minds.

He laughed.

"Brothers, this is similar to the Mournival, that My dear Brother Horus have made. But instead of the moonlight that allowed participants, it would the the sun that oversee our actions, no secrets, we all know that action had costed us dearly. I want your honest opinions, not just as a warriors, but as part of humanity.

Father left us out and kept us at arms length, but I am willing to heed your counsel, the enemy we faced is beyond numbers, and they will be heading towards terra once more... And I want your expertise and skills to aid my plight. Not as a order, but by your own will." Alexander smiled.

"What about our sons? Do they got a say in this?" Magnus asked

"Yes, Magnus, they are to form the Council of Warriors, where the Astartes have recognition in their own legions are selected to become the voice of their own respective legions to me, I know Magnus, but even your sons may not able to voice out their concerns if they just grumble behind the Warrior lodges or they stay silent behind their father shadows, I want them to understand that they are not used to be the cannon fodder like before, but a voice that I could understand their concerns..... I want them to have a higher purpose to just kill. Humanity is a duality in nature, we can destroy, and we could heal. And astartes can have that. They could just stay in the legions or just retire. I want them to see the future that we have strive for." Alexander smiled as if having hope he could let the Primarchs do their role willingly.

"What about those Xenos under your care?" Konrad pointed out.

It was known that the Eldar, Tau and Necrons are part of his retinue. It was difficult for the Imperial factions to accept them. As some of them fought against one another.

"They are part of another council, the council of stars, they provide their inputs and thoughts, there are things that they see, what we do not, and it would be wise to use them. As we all know how powerful they can be and the benefits of them fighting back against the enemies."

"I sense another council for baseline humans?"

"The Council of High Lords is being set up, this time is a More stricter bureaucracy. The Inquisition, mechanicus, Exclesiarchy, Astra militarum, Astra Navis, The Psychic houses and the Merchant fleets have a voice, but I refuse to let people control the administratum and the Logistics as they are under my care. It is no longer debatable that it was the rot that macaldor unknowingly left behind."

A Holo screen was pulled up, showing the galactic map. And Alexander pointed out.

"We control thirty percent of the arachnid Quarantine zone. And hopefully by the year end, we will managed to reach sixty percent. If you manage to bypassed expectations. Then it is wonderful. We must be wary of outside forces as I slowly transition this galaxy to the Imperium war machine. The bugs may be a existential threat to the people living here... Because there is something from beyond that is more devastating. I be open to you brothers, while you defend Humanity, I been out travelling to another plane of existence that is like a mirror world and found technology beyond measure." Alexander held out the Plasmid in his hands.

"What is that?" Magnus asked

"This here is a potion that allows baseline human to become psuedo psykers. Without using the warp." Alexander spoke bluntly.

Magnus eyes widen.

"Is it possible?

" Yes, I seen normal humans use it in their realm and it is devastating ." Alexander show a few video feeds of his journey to rapture and Columbia.

Many of them was interested to the notion of using these pseudo psykers in their ranks. Think about it, when you just ran out of power, you be at risk of being turned to a rift to the warp. But having these people that can use these powers almost infinitely and just need a liquid to replenish their skills? That made even Mortarion begrudgingly agree.

"Is there a cost of using this powers?"

"Yes, there is, a constant addiction. So far the natives in that place never bother of fixing it or they don't have the expertise of controlling this untapped potential. Mortarion, I request that you should use all your abilities to make it not addictive. I have plenty of samples and I trust you can do it." Alexander smile.

Many of the prisoners that survived the servitorization quotas felt their spines chilled. As they could see the shadows of death lingered behind them but they don't know why.

Alexander arrival to at his family house and was met with a bit of fanfare. A dust cloud picked up as dozen of little sisters swarmed over him

"Daddy!" Many of them gave hug and kisses. Alexander laughed as he swung them by his arm and allowed them to cradle by his shoulders.

He looked towards the entrance and saw Ephritta standing by the door and smiled.

"Welcome home Alexander." She smiled.

Alexander gave a soft smile

"I am back"

He noticed Dimh-Yriel was hidden in the garden

There were several other little sisters that clung to her. He didn't say anything but simply smiled.

The girls were like a torrent of energy that swarm over him. But he know that. Mortarion should had fixed their Mental conditioning. But with the massive research ongoing, he made a vaccine to mitigate the little sister syndrome. As the note from Dr. Suchong mentioned, and the medical notes left behind by the rapture family, at the age of 16 the mental conditioning would be dissipated... But if they see a Big Daddy or something similar to it they would go to a relapse. But it was a small price for these children to have a normal life.

Alexander having a dinner with all the foster daughters and his family of his is tiring, but now some of them are starting in High school next year. Hopefully away from war.

As he retired to his quarters. He lay on his bed, alone as his two wives is currently helping his mother.

"I wished they would have a better life " he muttered. He was keeping the Little sisters at arms length... Perhaps remorseful that he couldn't save the children parents or the fact he had a thought that he could have left them in a orphanage... But he decided to raised every single one of them. Until they reached of age and get married, leaving him.

"Jack... How the hell did you managed to raised so many of them..." He sighed as he prayed to the Image of the God Emperor. Perhaps for guidance?

As he was unable to sleep, he was in the garden.

Dimh-Yriel eyes sparkled in the darkness.

"I sense that your soul grow older, Alexander...why have you been doing ?" Her eyes reveal a trace of concern. He held her hands as he closed his eyes.

"Saving all that I could, Dimh-Yriel, sorry I am late... let's make up for the time that I lost." His eyes gaze warmly to his Eldar wife.

Her eyes glimmered as she patiently heard all the deed he done and the reality she heard from him.

'A war is on the horizon... and it implicit us all.' her mind concluded that he was doing his best to defend humanity and all the races under his banner, all the burden he shoulder and he kept it to himself, she vowed in her heart to do what's best for her beloved. She let him rest on her laps as she stroke his hair... She recognized that despite his outer appearance is the same as she met him, he aged a lot from the inside. She feared that he would become a husk that is devoid of his soul if he stayed too long... And she chided him to not trust a necron psychiatrist... As he had her and people that loved him dearly. She was surprised that he held out a Bangle for her.

"While we had a Imperial wedding to tied our alliance between humans and eldar... I took the time to make this wedding bangle, that is under the guidance of your craftworld. So that Isha tied our bonds between us. Dimh-Yriel will-" his mouth is pressed by her finger and she smiled.

"You already know the answer, Alexander. I do."

Their eyes gaze upon each other as they smiled gently in the night. His hand raised up to touch her cheeks ... He could felt the warmth.

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(A/n): What is even democracy these days?

I don't know when people are to emotionally blind to the truth than being logical.

Starship troopers is the utopia version of old school Liberalism. But they called it fascist.

The current us government are literally old school democrats but now they are called fascist. Orange man is a 90s democrats, but thanks to a dumb down population and grifters, it will go to hell.

But every day, everything gone to hell.

This is the world we live in.

We pretending to be free from monarchy... But it just changed paint.

The president are just kings no responsibility, and if the people get mad? Gaslight, blame and deflect, until their term ends. And have brainwashed mobs defend them.

People that worked for Pennies are literally slaves. But they called it minimum wage.

Unfair contracts that tell us that we worked as peasant for cheap, is that no difference to the medieval era?

We are called to war by old men that barely even lift a finger, much less a rifle.

Democracy is now a state religion now.

The American founding fathers warned about democracy, because it was the British Parliament, not the crown, that screw the 13 colonies over. Why else did they wanted Washington to be the king first instead of a president? And he declined it?

And I hear people wishing that the bureaucracy that should be benevolent... I gagged because it is just monarchy wishlist but bureaucracy in its stead, because they correlate Bureaucracy as Democracy made me realize that there are dumber people than I am, I am aware I am not smart, but seriously... They don't even know geography or even the constitution is bad enough, they send retards like Johnny Somali into Japan, and ruined my trip there.. I wanted to see Geishas...

Environmentalist claim we should respect nature, failing to recognize that nature is brutal and does not care of the empathy of humans.

Human rights claim that the people in the world could be equal. They neglected to add that cannibals, sexual predators and degenerate are included as a whole?

I was taught that society is what we should protect... Why should I do for some ungrateful pricks that send us to die? Many of us wondered if society is to blame. The weak monsters with power bullied those with potential to change the future...

"Weak men create hard time and strong men create good ones" that's all I hear from men that question society. They are coping because the weak men knew that, and they will never let the strong men rise, and they do it by making everyone dumb as bricks.

I am not smart to oust the madman, not fast nor do I have the mental capacity to fight back, because I know... I am a slave. A puppet that have no goals and running on autopilot, a husk...

Aware that I could not even change the system that is already bloated beyond control.

I pretend to have a normal life... But I know that society is a monster of it's own...

Because it crank out people like me into the cracks and left us in a corner until they could put us in the open and blame us for their failures.

What mental health for men? Just stuff him in a corner and isolate him from society because that is what men does, you felt helpless?

They post your crying face on social media and shame you till the day that you die for clicks from strangers that feed their egos.

There is no real silent empathetic men that understand the pain in the shadows, no more, just emotionally charged men that scream like a lunatic.

Want to go to therapist? You only have 5 minutes till the next patient come knocking. Don't give a sob story as I prescribed you with antidepressants pils for 8 years, see you next month and if you don't smile for my career, I clinically declare you are broken and should get electroshock therapy.

Want to save woman from being molested and get falsely accused, because in her panicked state she mistaken the High schooler as the culprit instead of the adult man that commit the crime and had no job? Social media hound you making the state you live in, condemned you as the said perpetrator. Making your relatives shunned you because of social pressure. Or your lover

Despise you and left you hanging in the open.

Responsibility and common sense is bred out, replacing it with gangs and degeneracy . Apathy is the norms. Every show is all about diversity that is false and tell us that we are a bad guy.

When I hear where are all the good men?

There are four types of men in this world now.

The one that take opportunity to screw others over

Those that is shunned for doing the good thing.

Those that is already broken by situation beyond their control.

And those that is apathetic, they could care less if you died.

Writing... Is it the only way to keep sanity.