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PROLOGUE IMPERIUM: INTO THE UNKNOWN

"The endless dark of the universe is yours, if you but reach out to take it. Yield nothing, the void only respects strength." - Rogue trader Serren Travius

Silence and darkness wrapped the grey colored room-cell. Some of the furniture present were a colossal bed by human standards. A trophy showcase displayed various items. A banner picturing the silhouette of black raven seen from above with its wing extended and a drop of blood.

Suddenly, there was a dim light coming from the ceiling that grew up in intensity. A man opened his eyes and, not minding the luminosity, proceeded to get out of the bed. He walked to a door in front of him. Once in front of it, the door opened automatically after few seconds, revealing a small chamber.

The power armor residing inside was the same used by former captain Davian Thule during the Kronus campaign. Its components carried each one the glorious history and achievements of the Blood Ravens; from the veteran pauldrons and the custom greaves to its teleporter. The only new addition was a red helmet with golden faceplate, crafted by artificers in the image of the Aegis helmets used by the Grey Knights.

The man stepped into the chamber and turned his back to the amour.

"Scanning," said a servitor as it came to life and projected a green light from head to toe. "ID confirmed: Welcome, most benevolent Captain Aramus, beginning assembly," stated in an emotionless, monotone tone. Six more servitors came to life as they started to grab, with delicate touch, the pieces of armor and slowly assembled them in the body of Aramus. He suddenly felt an itch in his chest when the pieces began to synchronize with his Black Carapace and the artificial muscle began to cling to him.

Five minutes later, Aramus was almost outfitted except for his head, and as the servitor was about to put the helmet Aramus raised his right hand. The cyborg servant servant stopped.

"Skip helmet," ordered Aramus, "I have to remember to tell brother Arcamenes to reprogram the servitors to ask me if I wish to use helmet. It will ruin my hair and its unnecessary for daily chores," thought Aramus.

Among the most of the Chapters of the Adeptus Astartes having hair was a rarity, baldness or shaved heads being more common, and Aramus was famous for taking very good care of his hair.

The servitor put back the helmet to a shelve.

Aramus looked at the clock above the exit door, it marked 03:50. "It's almost time for the Morning Prayer," he remembered himself as he exited his room-cell.

In his way he was greeted by kneeling serfs. Near the great doors, he found a figure clad in black armor, helmet shaped as a bone white skull and short staff with the top shaped as a skull with golden wings, hanging from his magnetic belt.

"Greetings, Brother-Captain Aramus," greeted the figure in a respectful tone, he then put his right hand on the left of his chest and made a slight bow.

"Good day, Chaplain Lorenzana," greeted back Aramus.

Aramus and Lorenzana entered in the Great Hall, a giant pavilion decorated with numerous banners and stained classes picturing great deeds such as vanquishing an endless horde of devourers or triumphs over metallic bringers of death.

The rest of the Fifth Company awaited standing in silence.

The captain walked to a stage occupied by a giant statue made of meridian marble of the God-Emperor, said that it was carved by Aramus himself during his exile.

All monk warriors fixated their eyes on him.

"Brothers, as you know, our Chapter is still recovering from the losses defending Aurelia. You also know that those within the Imperium that seek our excommunication have made a bold move, and managed to expel us temporally from Aurelia under the pretext of independent investigations, to find evidence of corruption, they say. The times ahead are times of tests and tribulations, but as proclaimed by our Chapter Master Gabriel Angelos… NONE SHALL FIND US WANTING". After saying this he left the stage to the Chaplain, to proceed with the usual prayers.

After the rites he exited the Hall to oversee the Firing Rites. His left eye began to show a blurry image and Aramus by instinct covered it with a hand.

"Is something wrong, Aramus?" asked a scout.

The warrior looked like a man in his thirties, with blonde hair and a circle beard. He didn't wear power armor, but instead the lighter and less bulkier carapace armor, more proper for stealth, and a hooded Camo cloak, he also had a left bionic eye, how did he lose his original is unknown.

"My bionic eye is giving me trouble again, Cyrus, old friend. I need to see the Tech-Marine, please oversee the drill for me."

"Of course, we don't want the neophytes to make explode the ship, once they get their hands on any wargear of plasma or melta, its vital that somebody show the neophytes the long way they have yet to walk," said Cyrus, ''And also make them fell inadequate in markmanship,'' added the veteran scout.

"Of course, nothing quite like a goal to surpass oneself," said Aramus, "But for the love of the Unknown Primarch, return them capable of express more emotions than brooding," he joked.

"No compromises will be made in the making of the Emperor's Finest," replied Cyrus as he turned and made his way to the firing chamber.

"His usual mood has improved since I met him all those centuries ago," thought Aramus.

Aramus, while going to the ship's workshop, saw his reflection in a distant mirror carried by a servitor. A normal human wouldn't have been able to see with much detail at the distance it was, but the Astartes could see all his features with clarity, including his bionic left eye and right leg.

The bionic eye had the form of the opera masks used by some nobility and actors and covered the left side of his forehead and around his eye socket. This vision brought back memories of the heinous day.

(-)

In the distant past.

A planet falling victim to the claws of Chaos. The only ones standing in their way to massacre the faithful flock of His Majesty were my and my dozen warriors, seeking redemption through blood, ours or our enemies, and a squad of the secretive Grey Knights.

Then it came, the bloody wave, more than a thousand cultist of the Blood God rushing downhill, happy with their function as bolter-fodder. But that was barely a warm up, the real threat was the leader Bloodthirster, and his personal guard of World Eaters and daemons.

We fought bravely against the berserkers while the greys banished the demon-but then-HIM.

''MAIM, KILL, BURN!''

(-)

Aramus suppressed the rest of the memory.

He arrived minutes later at the Machine-God Sanctuary. It was a chamber of great dimensions filled to the brink with pieces of the armaments and vehicles of the Chapter and its ammunition. Hundreds of servitors and serfs worked, and all being supervised by the senior Techmarine Martellus, sit above them in a throne connected to a dozen different cogitator and with symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus at the top.

"Brother Martellus, I need some repairs in my artificial eye. My vision is blurry,'' indicated Aramus

"Did you try to synchronize it with any firearm maintained yesterday? By the Omnissiah I will rip the mechandrites out of Arcamenes and beat…" His artificial voice tried to emulate anger.

"That won't be necessary brother, I didn't." indicated Aramus, calming the Machine-God servant.

"Very well, Brother-Captain, follow me to the augments section. Savery, take care of the workshop for sixty minutes,"

During the Blood Ravens Civil War, most of the Techmarines had sided with Angelos due to Kyras inability to persuade the cold and logical followers of the Quest of Knowledge into the worshiping of Khorne. The loyalty to the ways of the tech-priesthood of Mars, for which the techmarines were looked upon with suspicion by some of his brethren among various Chapters, had spared them the temptation of treason.

The augments section was a small, white room filled with monitoring cogitators and an operation table. Aramus laid down in the bed as Martellus removed the artificial ocular globe with his tendrils and began to analyze it.

Aramus began to mediate about the mission entrusted by him by Angelos.

(-)

Three weeks ago-aboard the Strike Cruiser Spear of Justice.

I was observing the black void of space from the bridge of the ship when a beep sounded in one of the cogitators, indicating a call.

"Captain Aramus, this is Gabriel Angelos. Report immediately to my chamber in the Ommis Arcanum," said the voice.

When I arrived, Master Angelos received me while donning Chapter newest acquisition, a Tartaros Pattern Terminator armor. I was told it was a gift from the Mechanicus for Angelo's help in purging a heretek cult, although the Mechanicus claims no records of such event.

"Captain Aramus, were a little short on time, so I will go straight to the point, I need you to take the Fifth Company and assist an ally of the Chapter, Rouge Trader John Decorus, to explore an uncharted region in the Jericho Reach," explained my Lord.

I couldn't help but notice an irritated look in his face.

"Understood, I'll ready the men and ships and depart as soon as possible. But I need to ask, why do you look so angered, Master?" I asked.

"It's nothing. Bring honor to the Chapter, and may the Emperor watch over you and guide your hand."

It wasn't until later that I partially uncovered the reason of his anger. It seems to have involved Trader Decorus, Master Angelos when he was still captain, a deposit of volkite weaponry and a jokaero. No one would speak of the incident.

(-)

"The calibrations are finished, Captain." Martellus mechanical voice got Aramus out of his mediation.

"Thank you."

"Lord Aramus,we have contacted the Hyperion, the Rouge Trader wishes to speak with you." said a female voice in Aramu's vox.

"I'll go immediately, Shipmaster Anne," replied Aramus.

While Aramus was the de jure captain of The Spear of Justice Strike Cruiser and its two escorts, the Space Marine didn't have talent for naval combat beyond boarding actions and Space Hulk raids, so it fell to serfs such as Anne Bonny to command this ship of the Fifth Company in fights for orbital superiority until the aspirant fleet captain Space Marine could be fully trained. The woman was quite known for her beauty, temperament, ways of instantly castrating carefree men, talent in naval tactics, respect for those under her command, and dedication to the Chapter.

Aramus arrived at the bridge and opened a vox-channel with the Hyperion.

"It's that you, my hot-red-headed, nice curves-breasts beauty? I knew you were just playing hard to catch,'' said a face on the screen, making Anne made a gesture of anger as she gripped the grip of her laspistol.

"It is Captain Aramus, what do you wish to speak of, Trader John?" responded bluntly the Astartes.

"IT'S FUGGIN LORD TRADER DECORUS FOR YOU!'' shouted in a burst of anger, ''And I wish to speak of the unmanned ship that the cog-boys sent ten years ago into the a system of the unexplored regions, it crashed." said the Rouge Trader, reas if nothing had happened.

Aramus was amused by this. Such was his ego and pride as to openly insult a warrior capable of kill him in a heartbeat, but his ego was only equal to his wits and followed close by his list of friends in important places, the advantages of being or had been an inquisitor if the rumors were true. The trader was necessary for the rebuild of the Chapter, and quite the character, so he would tolerate him, for now.

"The cause of the drop pod-style landing was that apparently a planet's satellite was little more hollow than normal. The abnormal gravity plus the satellite debris made it fall to its demise, but no before reporting two things; that humans inhabited the planet, and other planet of the system has various mineral resources, the kind of which could help put this Crusade back in high speed and makes us disgustingly rich,'' informed John

"By your accord with the Blood Ravens, signed with the Blood Ravens, you may lead an expedition as long as you respects the terms. First, any military action involving the warriors or assets of the Chapter must be consulted with the Blood Raven of greater rank of the force present. Second, any human population found and suitable for recruitment its except of being exploited before the arrival of the Adeptus Admistratum and founding of proper imperial infrastructures for the spreading of the Imperium's light in the name of our Undying Lord, The Emperor of Mankind. Do you still respect this agreement?'' asked Aramus.

''The agreement, signed with a drop blood of both parties and swore before the holy light of the God-Emperor's gaze, still in effect and shall be respected by my side, less my immortal soul be condemned to the maws of the Warp and my mortal form be ravaged by holy retribution.'' responded John annoyed, remembering the melodramatic answer accorded long ago. He never liked the theatrics of the Astartes.

''Then you have the full support of the Blood Ravens Fifth Company.''

''Good, now let's get to business, the exploration vessel tapped the communications of the world for a couple of weeks before crashing and managed to send it some audio and pictures so I suggest you and your battle-brothers put your superhuman brains to work and learn the language.'' We wouldn't want to have to send a babysitter for the mighty Astartes, would we?'' said John as he ordered a servitor to sent all the data to the logic engines of the Strike Cruiser.

And so the Imperium of Man adventured into the unknown.