Star of the Waning Summer
He snapped out of his musings when he saw Atlas turn to meet his gaze for a second, a small smirk on his face. Ulysses returned it, before turning his attention to the rest of the room. It was rare for Atlas to call a gathering of both the Ekthroi and Philoi, his 'enemies' and 'friends'. Often he would consult them separately, the Ekthroi far more often, for they were the seven most trusted individuals in the legion. The Philoi were far more numerous, around thirty, usually consisting of the seniormost commanders
A heavy burden had been placed upon Atlas' shoulders. Ulysses could remember the moment it had happened, when the Emperor had called Atlas and the other Primarchs to attend him. The Ekthroi had accompanied him to the tent, and then milled around outside talking with some notables from other legions. All the chatter ceased when they saw the Emperor emerge, followed closely by Atlas and nine of his siblings. The Emperor raised Atlas' hand, conjoined with his own, and announced him as the new Warmaster. An acclimation quickly followed, at once by the Steel Men and Imperial Army present, and soon by the other legions as they looked warily to their Primarchs for permission.
It had been a strange day. The Triumph ended on a sour note for all. The Emperor retreated to Terra, confirming Atlas and the Ekthroi's worst fears, and Atlas became Warmaster, angering or disappointing some of his siblings.
A month had passed, one which the new Warmaster had spent in seclusion. His fears had been confirmed, and now he was to gauge the reaction of the Philoi.
"My sons, the Emperor has named me Warmaster and given control of the Crusade to me." Atlas said, with some of the Philoi grinning and hitting the table in excitement. They stopped quickly when they noticed Atlas' grim mood. "While some of my siblings may have seen this as a grand honour, or a recognition of their achievements, I do not view it in the same way. The Crusade is coming to a close, and the Emperor has made his move. My worst fears have now been confirmed."
The mood in the room was dour. While the Ekthroi knew what was to come, many of the Philoi were unaware, in part or whole, of the truth behind the Imperium.
"We are to be replaced, my sons, with mortals. The High Lords of Terra, aristocratic rats with no experience of the horrors of the galaxy, or the sacrifices we have made, will reign over us. First they will turn us on each other, create jealousy where they can. My creation as Warmaster is the first step. Already it will have set some of my siblings against me. I will be forced to mediate, reach compromises, which will inevitably stoke resentments against me, and between my siblings. Before long there will be fighting, civil war, and executions. One by one my siblings and their legions will be destroyed, until only a few are left. I suspect then the Custodes will be unleashed, and there will be no resistance." Atlas continued.
"I can not let that happen." He said, before whispering "I will not let it happen." He took a deep breath and continued, "We will not be betrayed like the Thunder Warriors. They were not slain to a man at Mt. Ararat, they were betrayed and slaughtered by the Custodes. Some escaped, enough to reveal the truth to me. I ask you my sons, do you want to be betrayed, and your betrayal warped into a sacrifice for the vainglory of one man?" He asked, receiving a chorus of 'No!' in return.
"Then I ask that you stand with me on a new crusade, one which will shake the very foundations of the Imperium. I will say it plainly: I plan to overthrow the Emperor of Mankind and liberate the Imperium. Rule of the Imperium belongs to the conquerors, not the conquered!" He announced.
The fist banging on the tables was joined by a chorus of 'We are with you!' and 'To the Conquerors!'. As expected the Philoi had chosen their Primarch over some distant Terran monarch.
It quietened down when Atlas raised his hand. "It will take some time to prepare. I will need to gauge my siblings' loyalties, and make use of my position to prepare assets, and loyalties of unknowns such as the Mechanicum. We will need allies and knowledge. I expect all of you to do your part in preparing your companies, weeding out any traitors, and steeling yourself for what is to come."
"I never wanted this, but he has betrayed not only his sons, but his loyal legionaries. Mankind has only one chance to prosper, but he will not seize it, so I will! So let it be war, from the skies of Terra to the Galactic Rim. Let the seas boil, let the stars fall. Though it takes the last drop of my blood, I will see the galaxy freed once more." He announced.
"And if we cannot save the galaxy from the Emperor's failure, then let the galaxy burn!"