“The reason that many of our senior officers are noblemen is because the noble houses of Ultramar dedicate all their resources into making ‘perfect sons’ in the hopes that they may be chosen as initiates by our Chapter. “
“Selective breeding of talented individuals, genetic modification of the embryo to ensure that ‘unnecessary’ traits are weeded out, constant training by the best tutors in the sector…all for the fraction of a chance for a noble family to claim that one of their sons was taken by the Ultramarines.”
He smiles grimly and holds out his hands. “I should know. The Grand Duke of Talassar was not born my Primarch, I was created to bring my family glory and honor.”
His jaw hangs in disbelief at what he just heard.
The first word was barely a whisper.
Standing up, he slammed his fists down upon his desk, even with out his armour, his strength was enough to shatter it.
Stepping over the remains, he grabs Cato by the scruff of the neck, his face contorted in rage.
The final cry delivered at such volume, glass shattered around the enraged primarch.
“When I set down the laws for this realm, it was to give anyone willing to put in the hard work and effort a chance to raise to greatness, to reward the skilled and make sure those in positions of power earned the right to be there.”
Jerking the second captains face closer to his, he spoke through gritted teeth. “This applied to my sons, my chapter. You now tell me that nobles of this realm circumnavigate this, by butchering their children before they are even born? How many had their futures robbed just so they can bring more glory to a family that treats them as pieces in a game of political power?””
“For how long has my chapter been filled with these constructed men? How many true sons of Ultimar are there? How many where cheated of the right to prove themselves?”