Prologue

Authors note:

This is my first story on fanfiction so be kind. Reviews would be nice, I'm open to criticism.

I know this chapter is short, but I'm still not sure what to do with it yet. Think of this as an experiment

Imperial date 142.M41, the 12th Black Crusade

Sigis IV, Sons Of Calgath recruiting world

Light shone through stain glass windows, illuminating the epic space within the chapel. Marble pillars reinforced with ceremite held aloft the massive structure, statues of fallen heroes and revered warriors stood proudly around a podium at the far end of the hall, and at there centre, the golden visage of the emperor loomed over them, angelic wings sheltering them.

And within walked an armour-clad angel, teal in colour. Massive boots clanging against the floor beneath him, the sound of each thunderous step reverberating throughout the building. His name was Calgath, founder and chapter-master of the Sons Of Calgath, veteran of over 1000 battles, hero of San-llos and bane of the Xeno, and the heretic.

He had come here to pray in silence, something he rarely got the chance to do since the campaign against Abaddons forces. Sigis was one of the few areas outside the Gothic sector targeted by the traitor legions, the damned heretics had taken there toll against the imperial forces in the sub-sector, they would have been driven out altogether where it not for his heroic actions against the chaos fleet, flying in a thunderhawk toward the capitol ship along with a squadron of terminators and crippling it from the inside, making it easy pickings for the imperial planetary guns. It had gotten most of the squad killed, but it was worth the price.

But even so, they where still hanging by a thread and reinforcements where still weeks away.

He needed some time to think, to focus his mind. He was no fool, simply waiting for the enemy to re-organise was a death sentence, but attacking was suicide without reinforcements. Yes, the situation was dire, but the chapter had been through far worse.

The clanging of ceremite against marble boomed behind him, it would seem he would not get a moments peace. Groaning within his mind he turned to see who it was, not that he didn't already know. It was his prodige and close friend, captain Burrilious.

"Chapter-Master" said Burrilious, bowing his head in a gesture of respect

"Please, Burrilious, what have I told you about that? I'm simply Calgath to you" Replied Calgath in his deep, rumbling voice.

"Nonsense, after the things you've done more you're more than worthy of your title as chapter-master, the least I can do is use it." answered the captain, falling into a more relaxed stance.

This gained a chuckled from Calgath "Just as firm in your beliefs as ever I see" he said. His tone changed quickly however, falling back to a more serious one "But, in all seriousness, what news do you bring?"

Berillious' posture stiffened slightly, regaining its formality:

"The planetary governor grows impatient, he wants to know why we didn't pursue the chaos fleet"

Calgath sighed, was the governor really so foolish?

"Tell that man that where we to pursue our fleet would be annihilated, those planetary guns are our only advantage and even then we barely survived the last attack"
"Eye, this I know well, but the planetary governor insists that we should attack, I believe he wishes to speak with you personally" Said Berillious

Calgath rolled his eyes, he was not one to lose his temper, but the governor was beginning to test his patience, he had already had to sacrifice territory due the man's incompetence.

"Throne on Terra, when this is over I'll see to it that he gets demoted" Said a rather irritated chapter-master.

And so the two left the chapel, setting their course for the governor...