Nothing to be proud of... They do more Damage to the Imperium than some bunch of heretics... Stop your f****** secrets and exchange, intelligence is the heart of the war but no, not for you. You are able to attack Brothers just because their's "one" of them at large, pathetic...
I'd watch your words....we could take over the Imperium if we wanted to...just saying. Be glad we are on your side.
Dear mighty Primarch, You dream you can take the Imperium, but everybody has the right to dream. Your Legion is no more and the chapters of the UNFORGIVABLE aren't that mighty, sry to break your inner world. try to take Ultramar first then we will speack for the rest of the Imperium. We are maybe Codex but 400 hundreds at lezast founding make us still the more numerous of all the Chapter. Do not believe we are weak or not allied with our blood, like all the great first founding we have close, very tie with our brother. We are legion and we know no fear! But you Primarch are afraid that the taint you unleashed on your own sons 10 000 years ago come to light... You should have learned that your way only grows fear and suspition, exactly what you need to loose a long war and make few if even one friends. Secrets, secrets, secrets... you don't even trust your own using them as pawn, fighting people they do not know and loosing most of the time... Know your ennemy is one of the first tenet of the art of war, it seems to me that you usurpt quite a bit your legendary mastery of warfare... Good hunt of the ghost of your past but remember that all your allies are watching their back with you and one day it will make you loose all you fight for.
The Salamanders! The Sons of Vulkan, Warriors of Nocturne, Defenders of Humanity. Moving home? Can't carry all the boxes? Your friendly neighbourhood Salamander can help! The most humanitarian Space Marines around, but also Space Marines with an indomitable rage, yet tempered.
As if my brother Guilliman did not have secrets (Imperium secundus). Ohh but we are ACTUALLY A LEGION. We work together, the successors follow our will, we refer to each other as brothers not cousins as you would. We can fall upon your entire sector and gut it before your successors could even come to your aid. Mark my words, keep this up, and the last thing Macragge will see is the Rock tearing through your fleets followed by the Bone white, black and green, that will herald your end. And I will be grinning in my sleep.....
