Of course, you don't neglect your physical or mental capabilities. You spend close to four years in the Reclusiam, speaking with your brothers and spending time with them while absorbing the wisdom of the chaplains.
(4d100+200=402)
It goes swimmingly, with you forming much closer bonds with the Brothers of the Chapter.
(D100=47)
And while it didn't go as swimmingly for the Imperium as a whole, it didn't crash and burn as well. While deployments of the Imperial Guard have deployed at a reasonable rate, the Red Crusade has stalled out.
You also spend time training your ability to use firearms as a whole, because a master of one trade is not an Astartes.
(3d100+150=372)
It goes gobsmackingly well, with you once again being considered for a Marksman's Honor. It's rather pleasing to think about...
But of course, one cannot just train one form of combat without training the other, can they?
(11D100+550=1134)
And boy do you train.
Do. You. Train. Half of the scouts and Neophytes look at you in open fear, and the other half worship you as some kind of martial god. It's honestly kind of hilarious. At least, the Assault Marines think so.
(2d100=92, 67)
And the Imperium has good news for you. Not only has Huron's Red Crusade been pushed back to nearly one sector, but-
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"Brother Ohrmuzd!"
"Yes, Brother Signius?"
You look over from your bunk in the quarters at the scout who just came in.
"The Chapter Master has news! Apparently a new Chapter is being founded here!"
Oh? That's rather rare. Chapters aren't usually set up in the Solar Segementum.
"Well, I guess I should muster out to see it."
You quickly don a set of robes and head out to gather in the mustering hall. You're quickly joined by the rest of your company, who awaits the call of the captain. You aren't kept long, as you notice the distinctive near-silent steps of the captain moving to a stop, followed by a quick inhalation of breath.
"SCOUTS, PRESENT!"
With a precision envied by commissars across the Imperium, the company turned to attention.
"The chapter master has informed us of a new chapter being founded and has decided to receive them. We have been instructed to assemble at the Auditorium hall for the introduction of the Chapter Master. We will meet up in 10 minutes. Don't be late. DISMISSED!"
You finish your salute once more before making haste towards the auditorium. Just as the captain said, 10 minutes pass and he arrives. You quickly take formation and not a moment too soon. The Chapter Master has appeared, gaining the attention of all the marines.
"Since the fall of the Arch-Traitor, we have been the sole watchmen of this sector. We have been the ones to respond to outstanding threats. We were there on the frontlines during the War of the Beast, one of the foremost dissidents of Goge Vandire's Reign of Blood, and protector of the Right Hand of Mars. However, we will endure this lone vigil no longer. From the depths of the Warp, a Chapter long thought lost has returned, even if it was just a single soul. They braved the horrors of Chaos in their duty, their Abyssal Crusade and for that, they are given the highest commendation. May I present to you the Luna Drakes, and their Chapter Master Lucas!"
You couldn't believe your ears.
(AN: It was just too perfect to
not end on this. Thankfully the rolls permitted it...)