WARNING!: My knowledge of Warhammer 40k is limited so please excuse any mistakes and such that may intercede with the story. Authors on this sight inspired me to have a go so here goes nothing... hope you enjoy Chapter 2 and 3 coming soon.
Chapter 1: The Dawning
The Xenos sprayed spit as it came towards Gabriel ,he watched its approach, his arms and legs chained to a stone wall he just watched the muscular being blankly as it charged towards him. The war hammer came in for a strike cackling with energy as it surged through the air targeting the solar plexus of Gabriel's bare skinned chest. With a thundering slam it impacted causing Gabriel's body to shudder backwards up against the wall, he could feel the cracks of the stone surface behind him scrape his skin from the impact as the hammer was withdrawn back to its masters stance. Unhurt Gabriel looked down, his eyes facing the ground as though fascinated at the dirt on his feet. His mind completely elsewhere in deep thought. Three hours of being slammed by war hammer and other instruments of war against his bare body, he wished nothing more than just to break the chains with his strength and lay waste to the scum that thought they had him captive and were successfully torturing him for their amusement. A rag doll to their will.
"They cant be far now" the thought lingering in his head as the hammer came in for another strike. Again his body smashed backwards against the wall forcefully. This time the strike was aimed at his lower stomach before being withdrawn in preparation of its wielder to choose another part of Gabriels unmarked body to target with another strike. The Xenos resembling almost a human had it not for the leathery pale blue skin, lizard like features with its viciously sharp teeth arced up with enjoyment as it glared at the knee of Gabriel right leg. Locking on, its muscles tensed once more as it strained to lift the hammer up. As Gabriel glared at it calmly, a glint of light reflected over the Xenos shoulder as it reared back into its stance once again preparing for yet another strike. Eyes locking to where the glimmer of light caught his attention he felt for any strong presence, pin pointing to a small hut window. It was gradually getting stronger now, and it was the confirmation Gabriel had been seeking for hours. Reverting his attention back to the oncoming Xenos, Gabriel stood up straight, his act of weakness for 3 hours finished and a smile spread broad across his glimmering face. With effortless ease Gabriel jerked his arms down and the chains broke, relinquishing their grip around his wrists and scattered across the dirt all in the moment staring directly at the Xenos. The look of utter bewilderment washed over its reptilian face at the sight of its captive having been thought to be weak and on the verge of death standing up, unscathed, unhurt and suddenly breaking away the bounds of imprisonment with not even a strain, now standing up and smiling as though inviting the next blow. Nothing could stop the inevitable now, Gabriel struck forth with inhuman speed, within a second he was upon his prey, the Xenos with the still utter bewildered look stared helplessly on but still in mid motion of striking a target that was no longer chained or against the wall, still carrying the heavy hammers momentum with no chance of reverting, Gabriels swift move towards it caused its eyes to widen even more. The last thing it saw was the placement of Gabriels right hand against its cold pale blue chest before a surge of a force never felt before grabbed its body and crushed every bone, through the force of sheer might bone fragments from its rib cage collapsed in and pierced its three beating hearts before the Xenos hit the ground as a heavy contorted, deformed pile of flesh. Gabriel scanned the area with his eyes recognising the new targets approaching as the other Xenos who were standing guard around the encampment started screeching to each other. With a concentrated thought his physker powers demolished the nearest Xenos with a force of gravity to its skull, its head crushed in on itself making its body twist and contort resulting finally for it to drop the power spear it had attempted to throw at Gabriel. Without a moment hesitation Gabriels turned towards a now growing mob charging towards him. Weapons swinging wildly screeching and shouting as they charged on with more joining the group from every direction, it seemed as though the whole encampment had assembled within minutes and were ready to destroy whatever threat was now loose in their encampment. As the mob got closer they suddenly slowed to a stop in shock and amazement as what was happening in front of them. For Gabriel who had turned to face them was now glowing a brilliant glow of golden yellow, radiating from his bare skin like a aura that enveloped his body. Never had they seen anything like it. They stared on not realising the new threat as the patient strikers hidden in the dark building opposite to the stone punishment wall rose up from the shadows.
With a mighty kick the wall of the small building smashed along with the small door that four companions had been huddled behind unseen since they deep striked into position. Close to their master now the brother in arms exposed themselves in all glory. Their armour glimmering with a mixture of signature colours but yet all shared the same trim of brilliant gold as sunlight washed over their forms. Their Bolter weapons blazing with punishing screams as the mob were peppered from the flank side and death left them writhing on the ground. In surprised horror the large mob was slaughtered to superior weapons, what was left of the survivors ran for cover. Some behind supply crates which housed no protection from the holy shells that shot straight through the wooden exteriors and into the flesh of the Xenos obliterating anything they touched. Gabriel now reunited with his trusted beloved power sword cut down the nearest retreating warriors. Beheading them with one swift movement in a dance of brilliant skill, his divine form drove perfection into his every step. It was over in mere minutes. Not one surviving warrior had managed to move any more than 50 metres from the assault. Assessing the situation quickly Gabriel now reuniting with this brothers spoke plainly:
"It took you more time to obtain the material we needed from the cliffs than I thought. I take it your objectives are complete and we can move on?"
"Yes your Holiness, each objective is complete, there is nothing more we need from this planet, the inhabitants are scarce now, it's a shame you had to stay for so long to distract them from destroying the material. I trust your Greatness is not hurt?" spoke Kai. Gabriel's first chosen and most trusted creation through his ranks. His face a mixture of scars, somehow formed a grin, a hard gesture to sight around the war wounds from countless battles over the years in the name of Gabriel and of his lost home of mankind. Bearing a phoenix on both his shoulder plates, the symbol of his beloved legion, the Primarchs dark orange power armour was decorated in a collection of relics and engravings. Enchanted power obtained from his master, unique only to Kai. Of all the space marines in the Phoenix Legions ranks he was strongest in battle and the fiercest second only to his master the Holy Gabriel. Kai's weapons of choice stated with a giant war hammer, a fearsome symbol of power to all who stood against him. For range purposes he carried a giant custom made bolter pistol, not preferred by most others in his chapter and some even thought to be absurd for a strong general to be leading with such a weak ranged weapon, but Kai preferred it, claiming he gets more honour from purging the stars in melee combat.
"Very good Kai, you have done well. Fear not though I have not been hurt. These beings are brave but possess little strength. I am not bruised" Gabriel was right, not a single scratch nor bruise was shown on his body. Constructed by unexplainable holy forces it was hard to predict Gabriel as even human. The Emperor of Mankind had chosen him to go forth into the stars on a mission to unify all the scattered factions of humanity under one for the rightful ruling of the Milky Way Galaxy. Alongside the Emperor himself Gabriel stood in his place. Many believe the Emperor created Gabriel in secret as a perfect divine being put to sleep for untold ages before the Age of Progress but over the countless years after awakening Gabriel was still blank about his true past, all that mattered was that he still served his father. After setting out on his voyage along with his legion of chosen space marines, Gabriel's elite fleet got caught in the mother of all Warp Storms, everything that went wrong had gone wrong and then went worse. Something had interfered with his fleets warp drives whether it was a malfunction or work of the Warps twisted horrors in was unclear, though it resulted in severely sending his fleet off course and in the exposure of the warp strange things had happened to his Legion, wiping memories was just one of the symptoms of many to come. Before Gabriel gave the order to engage the fleets warp drives at the same time to stay together as a strong single unit he had lost the strong presence of the eternal beacon of the Emperors guidance. Like an allergic reaction to the drives being engaged, the fleet found itself surfing through plains of the unimaginable. Losing 2 battle vessels in the horrors of the storm the remaining fleet barely survived mass sieges of warp entities before finally emerging in an unknown area of space. The Emperors Beacon of guidance faint, almost impossible to feel, like a dim light in an eternity of darkness only Gabriel could feel the Emperor. Confused Gabriel had mustered the lost legion together under his guidance. After Terran months of repairs and navigational correction they had discovered their location in the universe. Somehow in some way in a course of the unseeable the fleet had emerged into unexplored space of the Andromeda Galaxy. The closest galaxy to the Milky Way. For 13,000 years the lost Phoenix Legion had inhabited planets and thrived in various star systems. Under the eye of Gabriel they set out on the quest of obtaining certain materials to boost the fleets warp drives to set a home coarse to reunite with the Emperor and mankind along with setting up a strong threshold in their new found Galaxy for one day perhaps the Emperor would show them how they could connect and spread Humanity far beyond into the universe.
Alongside Primarch Kai stood Gabriels other most trusted and gifted Terran Borns. Being infused with his own genes, these warriors were his own Primarchs similar to the Primarchs created by the Emperor in Milky Way, though the Emperor created twenty whereas Gabriel only created four. The born brothers Vidar and Vidor. Created at the same time these two brothers by blood were a strange happening which Gabriel allowed at birth. By pure coincidence the two were supposed to have been one being, but instead the genes bonded separately by themselves as though fate itself played a role or the Emperor would not allow such a being so perfect other than Gabriel, the brother Primarchs were born. Of the Phoenix Legion Brotherhood Chapters of five, the four Brother Primarchs commanded their Chapters and along with the Holy Elite Guard of Gabriel's First Chosen. Primarch War Master Borus Kai leads his Chapter of Star Sons, cladded in dark orange with the Legion signature golden trim shared amongst all chapters within Phoenix these warriors are specialists in war, over the years they have seen losses and heroes arise from their ranks, due to this a vast majority of the Star Sons forces are compiled of Dreadnaught companies, re servers to humanity until death takes them again. Primarch Serberus Vidar leads his Chapter of Last Knights, draped in a wash of faded white the Last Knights are very much similar to the Grey Knights of the Milky Way Galaxy, but prefer standard Imperium weaponry rather than power spears and twin bolters attached to their arms as the Grey Knights wield. Primarch Siberius Vidor Leads his Chapter of Avenging Knights, draped in grey and are always often fighting side by side with the Last Knights, just like their Primarchs the two chapters hold each other close as brothers of their own, when fighting alongside each other the Chapters are unmatchable. Primarch Tobias Thane leads his Chapter of Deaths Elite, amongst the fiercest warriors in the universe the Deaths Elite see art in their victories, training more intensely every day to make sure they are the in perfect physical and mental shape for any encounter, for this reason Deaths Elite are rare to die compared to their brother chapters, their willpower is beyond human along with their desire for victoryin the name of their god Emperor. Finally the Grand Holy Gabriel, created and handpicked by the Emperor himself he is the founder and commander of his Phoenix Legion with his own Chapter the Holy Elite Guard, their golden armour symbolising their holy royalty and service towards their Grand Master, these warriors are handpicked from heroic deeds they do, once chosen these warriors are to go through a change over in power armour and physical and mental upgrades provided from the Grand Elite Commanders amongst the ranks of the chapter itself, the Holy Elite Guard are few, mere 700 warriors strong compared to the other chapters who hold almost 5000 (These chapters were created during the Age of Progress therefore a lot more warriors were recruited amongst chapters compared to the now post Horus Heresy Chapters hold standard 1000). Serving Gabriel and the Emperor alone together the Legion were one of the finest that left Terra, but the encounters of new species and Xenos in the unknown of Andromeda has taken its toll on vast numbers of the entire Legion. New recruits were made from descendants of their first fathers who were to arrive with the lost legion 13,000 years ago. Gifted with naturally long life along with his Primarchs by the Emperor, Gabriel continued his mission of expanding his beloved race and spreading the word of his Father the Emperor of Mankind.
On this day however with a small mission the Primarchs along with their master had gone alone, a day out together on a small mission to obtain more of the strange intergalactic material known as Vertex Energy. They stood together, a company of five, the strongest warriors and leaders of their Legion, masters of war with an unending hunger to return to their familiar home Galaxy to inform personally to the Emperor their findings and successes.
"Something is wrong..." the words snapped the Primarchs to Gabriels attention. His fair face now a flush of concentration. His eyes of blue glimmered and glowed with holy power and auras shared by only the Emperor himself were fixed straight. Searching this new feeling Gabriel could not understand. It was like a stab to his heart, a sickening feeling, a feeling that something inside him was starting to drain, sapping his heart and spirit. He was not injured, it was no chaotic power trying to snatch at him, his body was not compromised, it was almost a feeling of loss but what could it be. As though searching the very essence of his own soul Gabriel thoughts ventured on, and then like a blow it hit him, there was only one thing that it could be. Something he knew was impossible but somehow it was happening.
"My beloved sons, rally you're Chapters, prepare your ships, the time has come." Gabriel spoke short and firm, his Primarchs rarely hearing such a tone from their master in all the time they had known and served him. It sounded as if their holy master was concerned. Never needing to know the reasons behind their father's decisions the Primarchs split. Ascending to do their orders they had been given. They already knew what Gabriel meant when he said that the time had come, but whatever confusion or doubt of why they had not done so for all these years was drowned out by an unyielding force of loyalty towards their leader and creator. No questions had to be asked.
Gabriel looked towards the darkening sky. His glowing eyes gazing at the slowly appearing stars. He knew not what has been happening in the Milky Way galaxy since he was veered off course. He knew the Emperor must be still forever expanding his race amongst the billions of stars across the Milky Way Galaxy. But that was 13,000 years of no doubt, 13,000 years of being cut off from his home galaxy. Now the first thought in those 13,000 years was now upon Gabriels mind. What has happened in the Milky Way Galaxy? And most of all why is the physic bond between himself and his loved father the Emperor though faint… faltering?
13,000 years has past and Gabriel now assembles his forgotten lost Legion of the Phoenix to return to their home Galaxy. 13,000 years has passed and Gabriel is unaware of the Horus Heresy and the Emperors life support mechanisms are now failing.