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11/29/10(Mon)17:39 No.12971386>>12971375 But as they are on the outside, so the Ultramarines are on the inside. Within their minds, each Ultramarine considers himself perfect, and that in time they must surely be the rightful choice for the Chapter's rule, and thus the rule of the Imperium. Experience and success only serve to heighten this egotism, until by the time they are within the highest ranks of the chapter, it flowers into full-blooded megalomania. Each of the Captains spends as much time fighting within themselves building alliances, trading secrets, and preparing to usher in their grand conspiracy, as they ever did fighting the Emperor's foes. There are a million, a hundred million alliances spreading from Ultramar, creating a net of conspiracy and counter-conspiracy so grand that it is said Tzeentch himself is impressed. None have yet acted, in ten thousand years, for all Ultramarines must make their plans perfect, their force unstoppable. Each know they can shatter the rule the Imperium has over its worlds, but none think they can hold the Imperium together afterwards. For all that they are masters of self-delusion, none yet are that far gone.
But for one exception. Sicarius, the newcomer, has risen fast and far. He is legend for the speed of his accomplishments and the instinctual thought he extols. He is thought by most to be a shooting star, that bright he may be, but that is the light of a man burning up. Sicarius is indeed a shooting star, but when he falls, it will be the Imperium that burns. His legendary instincts have led him to build a conspiracy vaster than any save Calgar's own, and he considers that soon it will be the greater. His haste leads him to prompt action, not to quiet plotting. The speed of his rise has made him a megalomaniac of a scale not seen since Van Dire. |