The first ramp went down, and smoke rolled from its surface as metal greaves marched down it. The first rank and file of the Blood Harvesters came, ten astartes standing in rank and file formation. Light shining from the white on their helmet and knee pads. The ten men all had their bolters out in front of them in salute facing the west, where the Imperial Palace was. They were ten miles away in a quarter of the grand city that hosted the Blood Harvesters, and some would even worship them as angels to the Emporer. Most of the inhabitants of this quarter were administrators and nobles from planets that were near the planet of Tessar I, the home of the Blood Harvesters. The sector was known for beautiful pleasure worlds, and agri-worlds, even the few that were focused on mining and industry were known to be artistic with their ways rather than efficient. The plaza was almost empty all but a few groups of individuals that were older, and a few groups of children a parent mixed in here and there. Why see one Primarch when you can get to see a lot of them must have been what people were thinking. 

The maybe fifty people who were in the quarter were all silent and waving at the group in front of the landing ramp, two more figures would exit the ramp, a giant to the ten astartes, a giant by any standard, and beside him, an aged woman with silver hair and bright blue eyes. She was still beautiful, but you could see her age easily. You could tell she had gone through regenerative treatment plenty of times, and that she was possibly ready to go, but that she had her duties to the Imperium and to her husband. 

Once the two figures were on the ground the landing ramp raised itself up and Thunder Hawk began to rise into the sky. The entourage began to march forward as two more Thunder Hawks began to land, but by the time their ramps were down the twelve people were already on their way down a road to join in on the precessions to the Palace. 

After about twenty minutes, the twelve individuals were marching down towards the palace in the precessions, where the other primarchs were coming from. 

"Time wait's for no one son of man." Noel said as he looked at the other legions that hard formed in front of him, and he turned his head back towards his wife. Behind him, a formation of three hundred astartes marched in a square, inside the square had nine banners that formed an X inside the square. The formation would stop short, and the ten astartes out front would stop and part before Noel and the woman would continue forward in pace with each other. "Hopefully, we are not too late for whatever this meeting may be about..."