Hope this is okay, wasn't sure where I could put this. This is my groups take on my Primaris Marines army, who've we claimed is the lost 2nd legion. A small disclaimer, my second legion is a parody of some politics and silliness. This isn't meant to be a stand or statement on anything but nonsense.
How this came to be:
Our first attempt of painting. We clearly made the skin far too tan and the hair too blonde. Between that and the tiny hands, he was forever dubbed the Trump Marine. From there the story of the legion grew into the Sons of Trump who lead by Primarch Zapp Brannigan (as I'm horrible at playing, charging marines in 1by1). Their shoulder symbol is a tiny fist. So tiny you cant see it. Only because I fail at transfers.
Essentially the lost Primarch, Zapp Brannigan was stumbled across the autobiography of Trump in the distant future when he was sent to an unspecified planet. After reading this and then meeting the Emperor he was convinced the two were one in the same. This was because the self described heroism and greatness he read could only be matched by the Emperor he saw before him. When meeting the Space Marines legion, his faith of the two being the same only intensified as the biography also mentioned such space marines. The Emperor tried to make this work but... yeah. Eventually the following became to be my lore so far:
Chapter 1:
"Haha, you always know how to lighten the mood brother!", Horus bellowed as he and the other Primarchs laughed. This was a typical reaction from his fellow brothers as Zapp tried to explain their father's true identity. Only Guilliman and Logar's scowls would ever be the different reaction then what was before him. "The misguided fools", Zapp thought. How could they not understand what was so apparent? As the laughter died down Horus and the other Primarchs turned to themselves and continued plotting their precious crusade. Zapp pitted them. If only they knew the simplicity of true war tactics. They were not privy to the education Zapp underwent in his childhood, Zapp explained to himself. If only they saw the old holo records of the great Terra General Mel Gibson and his mighty Patriots. Soldiers lined side by side and shooting single fire volley. Such a simultaneous attack would never need a follow up. That was the only true directive needed to be made and any other talk was pointless. After brief thought of another attempt of education to his misguided brothers, Zapp turned for the hallway. Enough time has been spent trying to teach his brothers the true ways of war. They will learn eventually.
Despite another disappointing exchange with his family, Zapp continued down the hallway with pride. His father gave him a special mission to complete, too valuable to leave in the hands of his novice siblings. While it takes 19 Primarchs to undergo such a simple crusade, Zapp will instead head towards the outer rim of known territory to deal with a new and unknown xenos threat. His father foresaw great concern of this menace and decided to dispatch his most competent of sons to build a protective wall outpost to halt the xenos invasion. As Zapp approached the hanger, he met with an Eldar navigator he was already vaguely familiar with. Refusing to utter the language of a xenos name, Zapp has named this Eldar before him, Kif. Begrudgingly he will have to work with this Kif as only this Eldar knows a way through the warp safe enough to travel such a distance. "Come Kif, let us set off on our adventure", Zapp proclaimed loudly as he walked pass the Eldar, not giving the xenos enough time to respond. Soon they set off into the warp, a new conquest waiting to be complete by the mightiest of Primarchs, and his Sons of Trump.
Over 10,000 years later, Guilliman is studying past events in his chambers. He was diligently catching up on all the major incidents that has fallen on the Imperium of his absence. He was particularly interested in the first interactions of known records with the Tyranids. Something caught his eye. Guilliman paused a close up image of the first Fleet of the Tyranid menace. There was something about the Behemoth's orangey/red colors that reminded him of his lost brother, in a time long... long ago.
