Of all possible resolutions to this day, Chaplain Alessandro had never anticipated this particular outcome.

It was not, of course, a mistake he could have been expected to make. Alessandro was, above all else, a Space Marine, a living instrument of war, infused with the blood of one of the mighty Primarchs to better his service to the holy Emperor of Mankind. Thus, even in his wildest dreams, he had never even entertained the idea that he might one day find himself seated across from a xenos horse in a crystal tower, being offered…

“Tea, Aless,” Renato said with a small smirk. “They call it tea. You really should try a cup, it’s quite refreshing.”

“I have already agreed to speak with these creatures at your behest, Codicier,” Alessandro said, glaring at his age-old friend. “I will not stoop to eating their food.”

Renato shrugged and took another sip. “If you insist.”

Alessandro sighed and turned his attention to the xenos before him. Three they numbered, all of the same breed. They seemed to combine traits he had seen in the other local breeds, with horns and wings where most seemed to have only one, the other, or neither. 'Alicorns' they seemed to call themselves. All of them carried a faint hint of the Warp about them, something he could not reconcile with the sheer psychic power he had seen during the battle. He wondered if this was connected to Renato’s most disturbing discovery.

Before Alessandro could muse on that further, the white-furred xenos spoke.

“I believe we have spent enough time on pleasantries,” she said, placing her tea cup back on the table. “And I doubt my former student could stand waiting much longer. Let us begin.”

“Yes, let’s,” Alessandro said. “I tire of this waiting. Ask your questions, xenos.”

“First, I believe introductions are in order,” the white-furred xenos said. “I am Celestia, Princess of the Sun.”

The dark blue xenos to ‘Celestia’s’ right spoke next. “I am Luna, Princess of the Night.”

“And I’m Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship,” the purple xenos said.

Behind his helmet, Alessandro raised an eyebrow. Friendship? These creatures appointed a ruler of friendship?

He did not even know where to begin with that train of thought.

Renato nudged the Chaplain in the side. He whispered, “Now introduce yourself. And please try to be civil, at least until we know what’s going on.”

“I am Chaplain Alessandro, of the Fourth Company of…” he began.

“The Blood Angels Chapter,” a new voice finished for him. Everyone in the room turned to see a brown-furred xenos stride into the room. “Warriors of the Imperium of Man. Princess Celestia, if I may be so bold, you’ll want me here for this. I’ve had… dealings with these men before.”

“Doc?” the lavender xenos, ‘Twilight,’ asked. “What are you doing here? And how do you know them?”

“More importantly, how did this xenos slip past you, Orlando?” Alessandro said, turning to his guards.

All six of the remaining Veterans had come with Alessandro to this strange crystal tower. Fausto and Placido had been left at the main entrance, and Flavio and Durante were still on patrol. Orlando and Paolo had been given the honour of guarding this… talk itself.

And somehow this ‘Doc’ had been able to sneak past all of them.

“I would very much so like to know that myself, Holy Chaplain,” Orlando said. His tone was calm, allowing only a hint of his inner irritation, as was befitting of a veteran of his stature.

The Doc chuckled. “Call it a habit. I’m used to getting into places I’m not supposed to be.”

“How he came to be here is immaterial,” Luna said. “He is here now, and I would hear what wisdom he has to share.”

“Just a few gaps, really,” Doc said as he took a seat next to Luna. “Details the good Chaplain may neglect or simply not know.”

“You dare insinuate that a Son of the Angel would lie?” Alessandro said, fury radiating from his armour. The Doc flinched.

“Never,” he said with a sad sigh. “That’s not what I meant. A lot has been lost, and even the wisest can sometimes forget important details. Speaking of which, who is your Chapter Master these days? Belarius? Castivarus? Kadeus?”

“Our Chapter thrives as it has for centuries under the wisdom of Commander Dante,” Alessandro answered, pride swelling in his voice.

The brown xenos almost seemed to pale. “Oh, dear… Has so much time already passed?”

Every Blood Angel in the room bristled at those words. Orlando voiced what they all felt.

“Dante is the greatest Chapter Master in the Imperium!” he said, the pride of a loyal battle-brother overflowing in his words. “I will not hear him so slighted!”

Celestia extended her foreleg in front of Doc. “I’m sure he did not mean any offense.”

“Right, sorry,” Doc said, bowing his head to accentuate his words. “I was just surprised. I hadn’t realized how far we’ve come.”

“Strange words, xenos,” Alessandro began. “What do you know that we do not? Are you some manner of…”

“Enough!” Paolo boomed. In an instant, all eyes fell on the Terminator Veteran. For a moment of silence, none moved save for Renato and Celestia, both of whom took another sip of the alien drink. “Aless, now is not the time. We are here to talk, and talk we shall.”

Paolo then returned to his duties, silently watching the door, his massive assault cannon raised and ready for use at a moment’s notice.

Alessandro sat silent for a moment, meditating on the life of Sanguinius and calming himself. Paolo was right; this was not the time for squabbling. Not when these creatures bore…

“If that matter is settled,” Celestia said, cutting off the Chaplain’s thoughts. “Then let us do as your large friend suggests, and talk. And if we are to talk, then we should begin with the most important question…”

“What attacked Ponyville?” Luna said, cutting Celestia. If the ‘Princess of the Sun’ was offended by this, she showed not a sign.

“Foul heretics,” Alessandro answered, righteous fury in his voice. “Blind fools who have forsaken the light of the Emperor for the lies and depredations of Chaos. Death and corruption follow them like starving hounds. Be glad my battle-brothers and I were here to stop them. If they had been given the chance, they would have burned your entire world.”

“Why would they want to do that?” Twilight asked, aghast. “We’ve never done anything to them!”

Renato spoke, his tone sad and almost apologetic. “Because, good Twilight, they are the servants of Chaos. This is what they do.”

“But, that doesn’t make any sense,” Twilight said. “I mean, even at his worst, Discord never killed anypony.”

“Discord?” Renato repeated the name. Every other Blood Angel immediately tensed; Paolo tightened his grip on the assault cannon while Orlando grasped the hilt of his power sword. Alessandro slipped a hand around his inferno pistol. The Chaplain was unsure of just why the name put them all so on edge; it was an echo, best he could describe, something half-heard in a dream and all but forgotten at morning’s dawn.

A moment later, they found a more explainable justification.

“Oh yes, Discord,” a new voice said smugly. The Blood Angels stared in shock as an abomination appeared before their eyes. Its appearance ignored all laws of sense and reality; it simply slid into the world, as though passing through some invisible doorway. “Spirit of Disharmony, Avatar of Chaos, and ever so fun at parties.”

The Blood Angels focused on a single word in that sentence. “Chaos!”

All four Space Marines had their weapons trained on the abomination in an instant. Or rather, they should have; in the split-second it took them to aim, the thing was gone.

“My, my, still so serious, aren’t you all?” Discord said. Alessandro looked up to see the thing laying on nothing several metres above him. He leveled his inferno pistol at it. Behind him, Renato briefly blazed with golden light, reality seeming to bend slightly around him.

“Stop!” Celestia boomed in the same commanding tone she had used when she first appeared. “There will be no violence in this castle!”

Alessandro grit his teeth, fighting to stay steady; once again, some strange force he could not explain, something deep inside his genetic matrix, compelled his knees to weaken and his body to obey the command. So he stood, his knees shaking imperceptibly, his inferno pistol still at the ready but unfired.

“Discord!” Twilight shouted, bounding up from her seat. “Where have you been? We could’ve used your help during the attack!”

Discord harrumphed and crossed his arms, glaring at Alessandro and his fellow Space Marines. “The oh-so-mighty Blood Angels were on their way. Always butting into matters that are none of their affair, always messing everything up and calling it a saved day, always acting like perfect little angels for their oh-so-perfect father. Bah! I can barely stand to be in the same room as them!”

Then the draconequus smirked and appeared behind Twilight, a blue cap spinning on his finger.

“Besides,” he said. “I was busy. Had to chase down a lost mailpony who was annoying the sun-winged moonfish-cats.”

“Away from her, daemon!” Renato said, his eyes and drawn sword both glowing with a deep blue power. “I can smell the Warp upon you, and I will not allow these creatures to be corrupted by it!”

Discord looked the Librarian right in the eyes and laughed. “Daemon? My how dramatic.”

The draconequus then appeared right behind Renato, his body changed to appear like some sort of tiny Bloodthirster with Discord’s face. “Boo!”

Renato acted without thought. The sight and the sudden noise triggered in him instincts born of intense hypno-training, centuries of hard-won experience, and the innate nature of his gene-seed. Without a word, he spun, his movements far too fast for a being encased in such bulky armour. His sword sliced through the air, blue sparks trialing off it like the tail of a comet.

Discord let out a surprised “eep!” and flew back a few metres, instantly reverting to his normal form. Then he huffed.

“Fine,” the draconequus said. “I know when I’m not wanted. Good-bye!”

And with that, he was gone. Not a scrap of evidence remained that it had ever been there.

“What was that about?” Twilight asked. “I haven’t seen him act like that since Tree Hugger.”

“How can you stand to be in that monstrosity’s presence?” Alessandro asked, appalled. Renato’s discovery had forced Alessandro to exercise lenience in the face of the xenos, but if they were in league with Chaos already…

“He’s reformed!” Twilight said, her tone bearing some degree of protest. “Well, mostly.”

“Regardless, he is now gone, and maybe we can at last have a proper talk,” Luna said. “We still have many questions to ask.”

Alessandro turned to Renato. The Librarian nodded and returned to his seat, taking another sip of the alien’s drink, tea, as soon as he was settled.

This time it was Celestia who posed the question. “This morning I, as well as my sister and my former student, felt a strange ripple in the magical field. Can you shed any light on this?”

“A ripple?” Renato mused on the notion. “Do you have anything more to go on? I profess to know little of your species’ strange psykery.”

“Well, this morning I, er, we got this really weird feeling,” Twilight said. “Then Celestia sent me a letter asking me to check it out, so Spike, Starlight, and I went into the Everfree Forest. We looked around for a bit, but then we found Zecora’s hut burned down and then those rotten things came after us, and…”

Celestia wrapped a hoof around the shivering alicorn and calmly hushed her. Twilight leaned against the Solar Alicorn’s snow-white fur, the quiet, motherly hushing soothing her frantic heart.

While Twilight sought comfort, Renato developed a hypothesis. “I suppose it might have been the Chaos Marines teleporting to the planet. Interesting. Twilight, when you have a moment of freedom, I’d like to run a few tests with you.”

“That’s likely what happened,” Doc said. “Some of my instruments picked up a strange signal, but I was too busy fixing the Mayor’s clock to investigate.”

Twilight’s breathing finally stabilized and she sat back up. She blushed, looking away from the Astartes, especially Renato.

“Um, I was, er, wondering, just what are you?” she asked.

“In need of a break from consorting with xenos,” Alessandro answered. He rose from his seat. “I call for a recess.”

Celestia quietly huffed. “You have barely answered out questions, which I remind you, you agreed to do.”

“You are xenos, and should be glad I have given you this much,” Alessandro said. “I will answer more questions later. For now, I need some tie with my brothers.”

“But…” Twilight started. Her ears dropped and her whole body seemed to slump sadly.

“I’ll come by later, and we can talk all you like,” Renato said with a smile. The lavender alicorn perked up at this.

“Very well then,” Celestia said. She took another sip of tea. “Shall we say twenty minutes?”

“Agreed. Battle-brothers, with me,” Alessandro said.

He left the room without another word. The other Blood Angels followed after him, and of them, only Renato bothered to look back.

He smiled at Twilight. “Now that I think of it, I believe we both have some free time now. What would you say to some casual conversation and some more of that delicious tea?”

Twilight giggled. “That sounds great. You’re sure your friend won’t mind?”

Renato laughed. “He’ll hate it. But he’l also have plenty of time for brooding and meditation. We’ll just talk quietly in the corner.”

“Well, in that case…” Twilight considered her options.

“I would advise you be wary of these aliens, dear Twilight,” Luna said, her expression harsh. Then, it softened. “But I also doubt they will do you harm if not provoked. Be careful, but go have some fun.”

Smiling, Twilight bounded after the Librarian. Both exited the room a moment later.

Thus it was Luna who was the only pony to see Celestia leading the Doc into a side room.
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“Doctor, I would speak with you,” Celestia said, motioning the Doctor into a small side room.

Doctor Whooves chuckled as they passed through the narrow door frame. “The moment I walked in that room, I knew you were going to want that. Very well, what do you want to know?”

“With anypony else, I’d take my time and ease into a conversation like this,” Celestia said. “But I’ve known you long enough, I believe we can dispense with that. I want to know what you think of these ‘Blood Angels.’”

“Do you mean these ones specifically, or their kind in general?” Doctor Whooves asked in turn.

Now it was Celestia’s turn for a chuckle. “I believe I’ve lived long enough to judge ponies, or in this case, aliens, by myself. You claim to have met their kind before, and I want to know what you think of them. Can we trust them?”

Doctor Whooves sighed. “Humanity is a strange and fascinating thing. I’ve spent centuries watching them, walking among them. I’ve seen them at their best, and at their worst. And believe me, they can sink to some horrific depths. I’ve seen humans try to wipe out entire species simply because they were in the way. I’ve seen them sell out their own family for money. The things humanity is capable of can make Sombra look like a grumpy foal in comparison.”

“So you’re saying we should not trust them?” Celestia posited. Worse than Sombra? The Solar Alicorn almost shivered at the very thought. What could be worse than that tyrant? His evils pushed the very limits of believability. Celestia quickly ran through her memories and confirmed her suspicion: what the Doctor described was like something out of a wild story, like something her late father would tell her before bed.

Doctor Whooves shook his head.

“I’m not done,” he said. “Because for every Hitler and every Narthan, there’s a Churchill and a Wilberforce. For every tyrant, there are a dozen heroes ready to bring him down. Humanity has produced some of the worst monsters I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen things that would make even your ancient blood run cold, but never have I found a species more capable of heroism than them. Their valleys are the stuff of nightmare, filled with crimes and atrocities the likes of which your little ponies could never imagine. But their peaks?”

Celestia watched, intrigued, as the Doctor’s eyes almost seemed to glow at the very thought.

“They are like nothing the galaxy has ever seen. Crystal spires built from the hearts of stars, cures for every ailment, galaxy-spanning empires uniting a thousand races in peace and prosperity.”

“You have said much good and much ill of the humans,” Celestia said. “Thrilling words, but an imprecise conclusion. What of this ‘Imperium?’”

It pained the Solar Alicorn to see the light simply die in Doctor Whooves’ eyes. The brown stallion sighed.

“The Imperium is a rare thing,” he said. “It’s both at the same time. Mighty and stalwart, and boasting more great heroes than any other civilization in all of history, and believe me, I’ve checked. Sigismund the High Marshall, Sebastian Thor, Marneus Calgar of the Ultramarines, poor Oll the Pious and noble, tragic Sanguinius, the Emperor’s Angel. Names that ring through history, carried on more tongues than you’ve ever seen, facing threats more dire than anything on Equus. Yet they are fanatics, blindly worshipping a living corpse, slaughtering millions in the name of a man who never wanted to be anyone’s god. Every day they feed untold legions into the gullet of an endless war. Anyone who learns too much is branded a heretic and killed. Anyone they deem too different is killed for the ‘crime’ of being a ‘mutant’ or ‘alien.’”

Celestia had no response, and so said nothing. She sat down, retreating into thought. It truly was like something out of a story. A strange story, however, to cast heroes who were spoken of with such esteem as the servants of so cruel an empire. How did such a thing come to pass?
Doctor Whooves spoke again, ending the Solar Alicorn’s ruminations.

“And we have found them at a terrible time,” he said, shaking his head in sorrow. “If Dante is Chapter Master, then the Time of Ending has finally arrived.”

Celestia simply raised an eyebrow. Doctor Whooves shrugged.

“I find the name rather self-explanatory, myself,” he said. “It’s the end, the climax, the final battle. Everything, every life in the galaxy, hinges on this. The Imperium is the weakest it’s been in a long time, and its enemies are at their strongest. The greatest of their foes will lead his final campaign into the heart of their empire, and the fate of mankind will be decided at the foot of the Golden Throne. That’s not important for us right here, however. What that means for you is that these men, these Space Marines, are not in a good mood.”

“So we again come around to not trusting them,” Celestia said. Were she a lesser pony, she might have grown irritated at the run-around. However, for one as ancient and wise as she, it was almost refreshing to be put through this. However, such mental dancing cost time that Celestia feared she did not have. “Unless what you really mean from all of this is that they are in desperate of some friends.”

“That would be it, yes,” Doctor Whooves replied.

“In which case, an offer of friendship may be exactly what they need,” the Solar Alicorn continued. That lifted a small weight from her heart; if there was one thing she knew she could do, it was foster friendship. “We must, however, be careful, since this would be a difficult subject for them.”

Doctor Whooves nodded.

“And so we come again to my question. How can I trust these humans?” Celestia asked.

“Because I was there,” Doctor Whooves sighed. “Oddly enough, it was a lot of seconds. It was the second-worst day of my life, at the height of the second-worst war I’ve ever seen, and I was rushing to try and change the outcome of the second-greatest duel in history. The Emperor’s fate was already sealed. The moment the Heresy began his doom became a fixed point in time. But there was still hope, if only it could be seized. We tried, a whole group of us. Immortals, trying to save the galaxy again. We all had our parts to play and I won’t bore you with all the details, it’s too much to describe now anyways. But there were a few of us there that day, each with our own missions. I was supposed to make sure the Imperium still had an Emperor after the War, and there was only one man who could fill those shoes: Sanguinius.”

“You mentioned him before,” Celestia said. Though she said nothing of it, she felt a strange warmth upon hearing that name. Thus she asked, a desire deep inside her demanding to know more. “I believe ‘noble’ and ‘tragic’ were your words. What made him so special? And how does this affect us now?”

“It’s a long story, but the short version is that Sanguinius was a son of the Emperor, the greatest one after Horus fell. He was one of the noblest men I’ve ever known, almost fanatical in his loyalty and incorruptible in his character,” Doctor Whooves said wistfully. A single tear fell from his eyes. “I failed. I was delayed, got there a minute too late. All I could do was watch as Horus tore an Angel from the sky and crushed the life out of him with that blasted mace of his.”

A cold shiver ran down Celestia’s spine. That sounds like… But how could it be?

Doctor Whooves shook his head. “Sorry, old memories, I’m sure you understand. Anyways, the point is, the Blood Angels are, to oversimplify, the sons of Sanguinius, and to this day, they bear his character. They distrust you because they have been taught to hate those who are different. But if you can win their loyalty…”

“They’ll protect us to their dying breaths,” Celestia finished. She nodded her thanks. “Thank you for your wise words, Doctor. Now I think you’d best be running along. I suspect Derpy will be looking for you.”

“Egads!” Doctor Whooves said, his eyes wide with shock. “In all the excitement I’d completely forgotten! I must go please excuse me.”

With that the Doctor galloped out of the room, and Celestia could not help but smile.

A single beam of light is always most welcome in a place of darkness, she observed. An apt description of her situation; warlike aliens in her former student’s dining room, and warnings of even greater threats than what had attacked Ponyville did little to inspire hope in the future.

Celestia strode out onto the balcony and looked out over the remains of Ponyville, taking a sip of tea. In troubling times, she had found tea to be an excellent method of keeping calm. These times were quite beyond merely troubling.
From what she could see, it seemed that most of the survivors had returned to town, it seemed, and the fires had been put out. Yet clouds of smoke still hung in the air, as though marking the devastation below.

It was a sight that tore at the Solar Alicorn’s heart. A tear dripped from her purple eyes. This kind of devastation was exactly what she’d worked so hard to avoid. Centuries of calm negotiation and careful foreign and domestic policy, all intended to create a peaceful world for her beloved little ponies, and all now proven to be for naught. For all her efforts, war had come to Equestria at last.

Her thoughts then turned to the aliens who had brought war and death to her domain, especially the one they called Alessandro. Celestia had spoken the truth when she spoke to the Doctor; after all these millennia of life, she was as good as her dear mother at reading the character of ponies. And these Blood Angels were, disturbingly, not so different at their core.

Alessandro was a strange one, by Celestia’s reckoning. His appearance still reminded the Solar Alicorn of the Monster from her dreams, but while he was certainly a hate-filled war-monger, this ‘Chaplain’ was most certainly not the Monster. There was a strange nobility to him, something Celestia could not explain. There was no statement or event she could give as an example of it, but somehow she knew, deep inside her heart, that the blood of a true hero flowed in Alessandro’s veins.

Such musings were stilled a moment alter when Celestia looked up and realized that, if only for a minute, there was a second sun in the sky.
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Chaplain Alessandro had been in the middle of a particularly calming meditation when the interruption came.

A break had been just what he needed; consorting with xenos was uncomfortable but still well within the bounds of his tolerance, but so come so close to a daemon and not be allowed to purge it from the sight of the Emperor? That was a matter for deep reflection upon Terra's Holy Light.

While Alessandro silently prayed to the Master of Mankind, his fellows each found their own ways to pass the time. Paolo and Orlando were currently playing a word game with Durante and Flavio, while in the far corner of the room Renato was sharing more tea with Twilight.

All of this was quite abruptly ended by the unexpected arrival of one of Priam’s Assault Marines.

“Chaplain!” the Assault Marine, Brother Severin, if Alessandro recalled, called. “I bring word from Sergeant Priam. Drop pods are descending!”

Alessandro and Renato were out of their seats in an instant. “Chaos?”

Severin shook his head. “Ours, my lord. Come, they will have landed by now.”

Renato turned to Twilight. “I’m afraid we must depart. If you’ve the time, I’d like to continue our discussion once this matter is handled.”

“That sounds great!” the lavender xenos said, an eerily human grin on her face. The expression fell a half-second later. “But I’m coming with you.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” Renato said. “The Chaplain may…”

Alessandro interrupted. “Codicier, we are leaving. Bring your pet xenos or don’t, I care not.”

With that, the Chaplain rushed out of the room, followed closely by Orlando and Severin. Paolo turned to Renato.

“You’d best hurry, old friend,” he said. “I’ve a feeling we’ll both be needed.”

“Indeed,” Renato replied. He turned to Twilight. She was looking up at him, a yearning expression on her surprisingly human face. There is no other explanation, Renato thought as he examined her face. Truly, the Hand of the Emperor is upon these strange xenos. He smiled at her. “What are we waiting for?”

Alessandro’s transhuman senses picked up that brief conversation, and informed him when the pair began following. As he had said, he cared not; for the first time since Renato had told him that these alien somehow bore the mark of the Emperor on their souls, the Chaplain had a normal problem to contend with. No negotiating with xenos, no allowing daemons to escape his grasp unscathed, no being offered tea. Now it was just him, a curiously unordered deployment of drop pods and…

Alessandro stopped dead as he burst out of the crystal castle, staring dumbly into the sky. He was vaguely aware of his battle-brothers and the lavender xenos arriving behind him. That did not matter, however.

What mattered was the second sun in the sky.

It hung there for a full minute, a blazing inferno that nothing could survive contact with, and that could result from only one thing. It was a sight not unfamiliar to veterans of the Imperium. Alessandro himself had seen such cataclysms several times before.

It was the fire that only two ships colliding in space could create.

He turned to his battle-brothers. “Orlando, you have operational control of the drop pod situation. Severin will lead you there, and you will deal with the affair as you see fit.”

“The matter is handled,” Orlando said. He and Severin gunned their jump packs and soared away. Alessandro turned to the veterans.

“Fausto, Durante, gather Squad Murata and bring them here,” Alessandro said. “Flavio, take Placido and find Castello.”

Durante responded first. “What say you, Fausto? Five minutes or eight?”

“Let’s just get to it, Durante,” Fausto said, his tone utterly humourless. He fiddled with his meltagun as the two soared off.

Flavio and Placido simply bowed to the Chaplain and set off.

“What of us, Aless?” Paolo asked, taking a heavy step forward.

Alessandro held his silence for a moment, allowing Celestia to land behind him. Without turning to face her, he spoke.

“Gather your generals, Princess,” he said. The Chaplain turned, drawing his Crozius Arcanum from his belt. “The Wrath of Angels is destroyed, and Chaos is here in force. We are allies now, no matter how much I wish it were not so.”

Celestia simply nodded in response and took another sip of tea. “Twilight, have Spike send a letter to Princess Cadence, and tell Luna to go ahead of me to Canterlot. We will need an army.”

Paolo grumbled, still staring into the sky. “We’re going to need more than just that.”

In the sky above, the second sun finally burned out, leaving nothing save the promise of bloodshed and death, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

Author's Notes:

For those who don’t get all the references in Doc Whooves’s speech, he’s referring to Narthan Dume (the worst of the tyrants the Emperor had to crush to unify Earth) and William Wilberforce (an 18th century British politician who spearheaded the abolition of slavery in the British Empire). I assume you all know who Hitler and Churchill are.

Also, any advice on who to appoint as the Equestrian attaché to the Blood Angels? I’ve got a pony in mind for the Crystal Empire, but I can’t think of a strictly Equestrian candidate.