From Deliverance Lost: Corvus Corax and his battle barge of battered survivors from Isstvan V arrive in the Solar System, only to be greeted by the captain of a much smaller Imperial Fists vessel who keeps insisting on proper identification. Branne is pissed off, Corax is doing his best not to bust out laughing.
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"' I am not at liberty to indulge you, primarch aboard or not,' came Noriz's terse reply. 'All non-sanctioned vessels are to be inspected. If you have not noticed, one legionary's word to another doesn't count for much anymore. We will board and if you refuse, your vessel will be destroyed.'
His jaw clenching with anger, Branne reached for the transmit button, but he was stopped by Corax. The primarch gently pushed the commander aside and bent down to the communication array. 'Captain Noriz, your attention to duty and protocol is admirable,' said the primarch, his deep voice edged with humour. 'I am more than happy to welcome a delegation from any brother's Legion aboard, but please dispense with the threats. This is a battle-barge carrying several thousand legionaries, you have a strike cruiser with a complement of fifty legionaries.' More silence followed, longer than the previous pause.
'Please identify yourself.'
Sighing, Corax shared a glance with the others around him before he activated the transmit switch. 'I am Lord Corvus Corax, Primarch of the Raven Guard, Saviour of Deliverance, Commander of the 27th and 276th Expeditions, acting Marshal of the Therion Cohort and lauded conqueror of a thousand words. Please come aboard and I will show you my other credentials.'"
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"Be nice, he is only doing his duty,' the primarch told Branne. 'The quicker we sort out this inspection, the sooner we can be on our way.' 'Aye, but he doesn't have to be so stiff about it, does he?' said the commander.
'He's an Imperial Fist,' replied Corax. 'He can't help it.'"