Sorry for the long wait guys, I've been pretty busy these last couple of weeks.
Oh' spoiler warning for Deliverance Lost in the Horus Heresy Series Black Library is doing. Its not a huge spoiler but it does reference part of the story that isn't in the first few pages of the book.
I'll try to keep typing up chapters :)

Emperor's Paladins' Chapter fortress, Unknown World, 'Deliverance' , 222, M39
5 hours after 3rd Company's return from Paaltuva IV

A blade swung at him, creasing the air where his left bicep had been. Another flew for his face; and he turned across the blades path, the monomolecular blade cutting the very air where his face had just been. He turned and slammed his attacker's midriff with his unarmoured fists, a rain of quick jabs pummelling his opposition leather clothed chest. With a sick crack of bone he felt the ribs of his opponent cave in. Spinning on the ball of his left foot, he delivered a snapping blow to his opponent's neck with his right heel. The broken body of his opponent fell to the cold metal deck of the Practice cage, its life blood of machine oil and human blood leaking out over the worn plasteel surface. Barbaros looked down at the broken sparing servitor, sweat from the fifty other bouts he had won dripping down his forehead. Where his black hair had been, only a shaved scalp remained.
"Another" he growled.

After several more punishing hours spend dismembering Servitors with his bare fists, Barbaros retired to Third Company's barrack complex. He walked out into the harsh early morning sunlight, the Sun's rays glinting of the sweat that rolled down his chest. He took a walk past the Great hardpan areas set aside for Vehicle training, as several Brothers on Bikes slewed past, engines roaring and dust clouds billowing behind them. He stopped to observe them, in his days spent as Assault Marine he had never opted to join a bike squadron, he wasn't drawn to the raw speed of them like some of his fellow brothers where. Quickly he arrived at his Company's barracks. The barrack complex was nothing special, a huge edifice of Ferrocrete and Ceramite; its grey drab exterior standing stark against the bright sunrise, like a massive symmetrical rectangle hewn from a mountain. Barbaros strode into third company's hall, the great banner hanging from the centre pylon supporting the roof.

It was magnificent, a huge tapestry black cloth worked with silver thread around its edges. The foreground of the banner was an Astartes in crimson armour, holding a bolter that was spitting azure flames. In the background, a great rolling hillside, scorched by fire and black smoke. It commemorated the Battle of Lucian XI where several millennia before a Brother of the 3rd had stood alone and vanquished a massive army of Khornate Daemons, winning the chapter much respect amongst the Ordo Malleus. That respect did not extend to its Hereticus sister organisation so it seemed. Honour pendants hung limply from its might cloth length, detailing famous victories all won in the Lord of Earth's name. The very air around it smelled of old glory and the promise of future battles. It was the heart of this company and Barbaros loved to just sit and stare, reminding him why they fought.

"Marvellous isn't it?" remarked a Solemn voice riddled by the grating tone of vox amplification.
Barbaros turned, he hadn't heard the other Marine enter. He say who the new comer was he dropped to one knee in reverence.
"My lord Flavius" intoned Barbaros, his shaven head bowed.
"Rise Brother" began Flavius. "I saw you contribution to the combat on the field at Paaltuva, you are to be commended for your combat prowess"
"Thank you lord, but I do not deserve the honour"
"You are too shrouded lad, sons of Corax we may be, but it is bad manners to hide your opinion from your Brother Captain"
Barbaros stiffened, was the company Captain asking him for his opinion? He was not even a Sergeant, why should the Captain even bother?

"My Captain, why do you want my word on this matter? I do not possess the wisdom of my sergeant and am inexperienced compared to you"
Flavius laughed, and removed his helm.
"That my dear brother, is exactly why I asked you, you are so honest".

Barbaros spoke for at least an hour, detailing how he thought it had been an unwise move to kill the Imperial Guard. He also told his Captain how they could have evaded Imperial scrutiny and extracted with Thunderhawks and left planet with no Imperial blood spilled. It was a while before Flavius spoke, and Barbaros secretly wondered if he had offended his Captain. Flavius finally spoke.

"All valid points brother, you show awareness beyond simple blood lust we Astartes are famed for" The Brother Captain gestured to a marble bench of to the side of the hall, the Chapter symbol worked in gold upon its backrest. No expense had been spared, whole mountains on this world had been stripped to find the precious minerals to decorate the Chapter's new home.
Barbaros sat with his Captain, waiting expectantly for his next words.
"But tell me" he continued. "How would I live with myself?"
"My Lord?" quizzed Barbaros.
"Declining that Colonel's challenge, honour is a big deal to humanity, which is why we forged the Imperium in the God Emperor's name, to honour him". Flavius stopped and looked up at the banner again.
"Honour is even more so important to us Astartes, we live longer lives than mortal men, and so have more of a debt to our Grandfather; the Emperor. Every war won, every battle fought. These are all steps on the journey to gaining our Grandfathers love, and a place at the side of his Golden throne in the After-Death". Great steams of light shone down through the massive stain glass window to the halls rear, framing Flavius in a golden aura. He looked inspiring, nay heroic, like a Legion Champion of old.
"You missed your calling Captain" remarked Barbaros.
"Oh yes? And what was that?" remarked Flavius one of his eyebrows raised.
"You would have made an excellent Chaplin"
Both Astartes let out a low chuckle, and Flavius patted Barbaros on the back.
"Fair enough Brother, Fair enough"

Flavius looked off into space as if assessing something. He turned and looked Barbaros in the eyes.
"I'm attending a dinner with the Chapter council tonight, and I am in need of an Adjutant, would you accompany me to the Chapter keep and utilise your honesty?"
"My Captain, it would be my honour" replied Barbaros.

Flavius took his leave and Barbaros walked back to his squad's quarters, he passed Heldon at the armoury station. He was alone, clad in grey fatigue pants and he was sharpening knives, a lot of knives.
"Brother? What are you doing?" asked Barbaros.
Heldon looked up, a haunted look in his eyes. His face was paler than usual and that was saying something. Because of certain failures in the Raven Guard Geneseed, all brothers descended from them were of pale skin and dark hair. Heldon, however looked grey, like he had fine ash rubbed into his skin.
"For the life of me Brother, I don't know; I have an urge to sharpen these blades but for what purpose I cannot fathom"
"It's just nerves Brother, you are still on edge after Paaltuva"
"I hope so brother, I hope so"
He looked down at Heldon's hands, a forest of small scars adorned his forearms, like scales on a lizard.
"What is that?" asked Barbaros, his voice rising.
"Nothing!" spat Heldon, and turned and strode off, constantly looking back over his shoulder. Barbaros slitted his eye's, he would have to keep an eye on Heldon.
He crossed towards the bed chambers, and saw Severtor polishing armour, a job the Chapter serfs could easily do, but Severtor liked the personal touch. There was something he glimpsed in his Sergeant's eyes, like a passing dread mixed with hard determination. There was an uncomfortable vibe in the air, and there had been one since they had fled Paaltuva. What they had committed there had marked them all.

He arrived at his quarters, and swung open the door, inside, his room. It was deliberately Spartan inside. Blank grey walls stood, a small alcove was carved in one side with a small statuette of the Emperor recessed beside some candles. In the centre lay thin sheeting over a threadbare mattress. In the corner, supported by a lattice of steel struts, lay his Armour. It had been visited by chapter serfs as soon as he had returned from Paaltuva, dents from auto rounds had been cut out, filled in and las scorches had been removed. His bolter had been disassembled and oiled and lay on a white cloth, several new purity seals affixed to its black metal skin. He ran his fingers over the plastek furniture of the weapon, the grip, the magwell. His fingers tracing over a weapon that had seen service for thousands of years. It would serve long after he died as well; at least he hoped.

"Ready lad?" asked Flavius. Barbaros nodded, his armour uncomfortable all of a sudden. It was dark outside, not that it bothered the Astartes. It was almost night and the chapter fortress was still a dark and imposing shape, towering over the two Emperor's Paladins'. They stood before two great iron doors, huge wood torches were mounted in brackets big enough to hold tree trunks. The fire cast flickering shadows over the Space Marines. Flavius stomped up to the massive iron gates and knocked twice, the crack of his armoured knuckles reverberating off the big metal door. With a grind of turning gears and hiss of pistons, the two doors swung inwards and Barbaros and his Captain stepped inside. The lobby of the chapter fortress was well lit, huge spotlights highlighting items of importance. And there were many of those, one of the Chapter's Strike Cruisers, possibly a Battle Barge, had emptied its trophy room to decorate the Chapters new home. A skull of a Carnifex with an old, deactivated powerblade stuck through its eye socket on a pedestal. Several blades of alien origin, many Xeno skulls with plaque's naming what race they had come from. Huge ceiling to floor banners, decorated with Chapter Iconography and their Parent Legion's.

A huge battle-scarred hulk adored the centre of the hall, raised up upon a massive white marble plinth, at least forty metres in diameter. It was old, so old its designation had been lost to the winds of time. All that was known that it was an Imperial tank, devastated during the calamity that was the Dropsite Massacre, and had been disabled in the rear-guard that allowed The Primarch to get to his Thunderhawk and quit the battle, if only before being shot down. It was a monster of a tank even in death, some of the Chapters Techmarines reckoned it to be an early variant of the Fellblade Superheavy tank, even a unique STC precursor. Barbaros had seen it once before, on his first tour of duty as a Scout. He and his cohort had been deployed to support the 1st company against the foul Greenskins. They had travelled on board the 'Fury of the Raven'. The sight of it brought back the chills of being a new recruit. He shook it off.

"Third Captain?" inquired a voice that seemed to flow like fine wine. Both Astartes turned and came face to face with a tall Chapter Serf. Well, tall in human terms, he barely came up to the Astartes Breast plate. The man was skeleton thin and so pale he almost blended in with the marble around him. He had a white robe on, inlaid with gold thread around its seams. A golden mask hung by a strap from his neck, a symbol of being from the personal Serf house of the Chapter Master.
"Aye, I am Flavius, Captain of the Third, this is my advisor, Battle Brother Barbaros, of Severance squad"
"I you would follow me Sires, the Chapter council is assembling" intoned the Serf, as he bent low into a regal bow.

They followed the Serf through several winding corridors, digital Pict frames showing Pict captures of the Emperor's Paladins' in battle. Barbaros recognised a few of the scenes and even saw some of Astartes known to him in others. The stopped before a great timber door, and the serf bowed again.
"I will inform the Council of your arrival lords, please wait a moment while I get these doors to open"
Flavius nodded to the Serf and the mortal scurried off. The two Astartes turned and looked at the Pict behind them, it was taken from a Helm-cam, and was almost perfect. A blood red and fire orange skyline, daybreak; by the look of it. Smoke choked the air in the picture, great billowing clouds of it. In the centre, atop a low hill mad of grey earth, stood the Chapter Master, when he had only been the First Captain. He had a Thunder hammer clenched in both hands. His face halfway through a war cry. Great gunmetal grey scratches adorned his Crimson plate. His hair flopped about, framing his face, making him look full of bravado.
Behind him; A massive Ork. Warboss Gurbag Hur Mekdakka, in the Orkish tongue. In Low Gothic it loosely translated to War Son, Father of weapons. The Ork was huge, it easily stood several heads taller than the Chapter Master. In one hand it clutched a huge gun, the other had been replace with a huge pinching claw, with lengths of electricity running down it. The Ork was blackened by fire, its skin scorched. Its beady red eyes glowed through the Pict.
It was breath taking. The Pict had been taken so that the rising sun was behind the two combatants, framing them in a golden aura.

"Quite a shot, don't you think?" came a sing song voice from behind them. It had a strange melody to it, like nails driven over a blackboard, but pleasant; like wind chimes. Flavius turned, Barbaros could swear he heard air being sucked between the Captain's teeth, a gesture of displeasure. Chief Librarian Alaric Ravenfire stood behind them, his eyes sunken and dark rimmed, like he hadn't been sleeping. His white scalp had puffy red marks where his cranial implants jutted out, their Adamantium caps topped with ornate carvings. He was not in the standard plate of their chapter, a large psychic hood, hung around the back of his head, wires from the arcane piece of technology feeding into his skull. The armour was a standard blue, the colour of the librarius. From the waist down it was the Crimson of the Emperor's Paladins' showing his allegiances. The same as the Chapter badge on one shoulder and the horned skull of the Librarians on the other. His armours gauntlets had bronze lightning bolts inserted upon their surface, to negate the effects of psychic backlash.
"Ravenfire, it's been a while" returned Flavius, his face blank and expressionless, but his eyes hard.
"Indeed it has Flavius, too long since the fields of Ivarhaed; who is this Comrade you have brought with you?" The Librarian gestured toward Barbaros. Underneath his armour, Barbaros recoiled. It seemed like the Librarian could manipulate his thoughts with a gesture, and Barbaros knew all too well, the Psyker could.
"Barbaros, meet the Chief Librarian, don't be shy brother, say hello"
Brushing off his Captain's jibe, Barbaros lent in and shook the Chief Librarian's hand. He locked eyes with him for a second and noticed something, peculiar. Instead of pupils the Librarian had a swirling vortex of what looked like purple fire, Barbaros blinked and it was gone. He was about to raise the question when Alaric Spoke
"Nice to meet you son, first time at a Chapter Council?" Barbaros remained silent and nodded. It must have been just a trait of the Psyker gene.
"Doesn't talk much does he?" remarked Ravenfire. Flavius nodded. Barbaros could see his Captains unease at being so close to such a powerful witch, Battle Brother or not.

With a scuttle of light feet, the Serf returned and knocked twice upon the door. With the creak only timber can manage, the doors swung inwards. It was a massive room, its walls made of black granite. Barbaros reckoned at least two companies could fit in there shoulder to shoulder. A huge table, build for Astartes lay in the centre of the room, twenty seats arrayed around it. A lavish banquet lay spread across the table, many local food sources present. Behind the head of the table a giant fireplace roared, its hungry furnace fuelled by local lumber. Most of them where already filled, the eight other Captains sat with their equerries, all arranged by company designation. At the head of the table sat a true Demi god, their Lord and Sire; Chapter Master Corax Valthenguard. The first name, the Prime name, was a tradition started at the chapters founding. Just as the Forgefather of the Salamanders adopts the name Vulkan, so does the Chapter Master of the Emperor's Paladins' adopt their gene father's name. He reclined in his chair, toying idly with his superhuman teeth, picking at them with armoured fingers. He looked up and saw the Third Captain and his Chief Librarian enter.
"Ah' Brothers! Have a seat, we were about to begin without you, weren't we Harkas?" Exclaimed the Chapter Master. Harkas, or as he was properly known, First Captain Vilgorod, looked up, he had been knowing on the thigh bone of some local cattle breed he had stripped of meat while waiting. He looked up, saw Flavius, and grunted. The Captains laughed, but no one else did, that would be impolite.

"Ah forgive Harkas, that job persecuting the Eldar in Kullirus XI must have worked up an appetite" proclaimed the Chapter Master. Once again, Vilgorod grunted. The Captains all chuckled again, it had been several months since Kullirus XI.
"My lord, I have an artefact to present before this council" began the Chief Librarian. "If you would permit me to go fetch it"
"Certainly Brother, I am sure you will not dally" remarked Valthenguard. With a scrape of a chair, the Librarian stood and exited by a back door.
"Now to business, how have the Companies fared my Brothers? What is our operational strength?"
"My lord, we are in dire need of recruits, my company has dropped below sixty percent" said Valkron, Captain of the Tenth; the Scout Company.
"Aye, we have been promoting Initiates at an astounding rate, combat casualties are growing faster than we can replace them" spoke Hillinus, Captain of the Fifth.
"Agreed, and we have no more support from our brethren from Mars, we will have to refit and produce our own tanks now" said Wolden, the Master of the Forge; Chief Techmarine.
"What of the nearest Imperial world? Would they provide us with Neophytes?" spoke up one of the equerries, Sixth Company by his shoulder trims.
"No, word has spread that we are traitors, no governor would risk us knowingly in his atmosphere, lest he court Exterminatus" spoke up another, the advisor to the Second Captain.
"What of the Navy then? They must be escorting colonists to new worlds this far out of the Galactic Rim, we could recruit from that" The Fifth Captain spoke up again.
"You would have us become pirates then Hillinus? Abduct men from Voidships? I did not know you took our Chapter's name so loosely" sniped Flavius, choler rising in his voice.
"Was that an Insult Flavius? You and your men are not blameless yourselves, who was it you slaughtered at Paaltuva?" Responded Hillinus.
Flavius tensed, Barbaros knew that look, it was the killer edge of an Astartes with his mind made up; something was about to die.

A thunderous voice split the air, breaking the two Captains' focus.
"Captain Hillinus! Captain Flavius!" bellowed Vilgorod. "Control yourselves! This is a Chapter Council, not a Sparing cage!"

There was a tension at the table now, Barbaros could sense as much, and his Captain's fist, balled under the table where only Barbaros could see it a clear indicator of his Captain's mood was murderous. His black eyes locking with Hillinus's was also an obvious indicator.
"Forgive me first Captain, My humours are out of check" responded Flavius. Hillinus only grunted. Barbaros looked at the Chapter Master, he had not intervened, only sat and watched his Captains bicker.
"Don't you know son? That's his style, we are all the chapter, its leadership is our responsibility, not his alone". Barbaros turned his head to see the Astartes beside him, it was the Advisor to the Fourth Captain, Sergeant Adrost.
"What?" remarked Barbaros, confused that the Veteran Marine had seemed to have read his mind.
"The Chapter Master, he prefers a less direct way of Command, he lets the council make the decisions of the Chapter, not him alone, it prevents one man having too much power" explained Adrost.
"So this Infighting is normal?" responded Barbaros.
"Quite so Brother, it helps the Captains vent their frustrations, Your Captain is on edge from what he had to do at Paaltuva". Barbaros cringed, Adrost stopped speaking, observed the younger Marine's reaction and continued.
"And Hillinus is at edge that his Company hasn't been deployed since we arrived here" finished the Sergeant. Barbaros looked back at the Chapter Master, who now was staring out the back door, which had just opened.

Alaric Ravenfire re-entered the room, the space somehow darkening as he returned. The great fireplace suddenly snuffed out and icicles formed in the corners of the room, Psyker magic was in use. The only light came from Psychic hood on Alaric's skull, a blue glow permeating through the dark room. Behind the Psyker floated an object, a vase threaded with arcane script and glowing purple veins. Alaric spoke and his words shocked Barbaros to the core.

"Brothers, my poor mislead brethren" spoke Alaric, the pleasant wind chime to his voice was gone, only the nails on a chalkboard remained. Barbaros saw the purple fire in his eyes had returned this time unbidden, the light casting shadows from his eyeballs.
"What is the meaning of this?" Bellowed Vilgorod. Ravenfire pulped his bones and smashed his armour with a click of his fingers. The Veteran Company Captain died instantaneously, clumps of ruined meat and ruined armour fell to the floor.
"Now you know I will brook no argument Brothers" Whispered Alaric.
"There have been talk of still sticking to the blind faith of the Imperium, the false worship of a golden corpse" Alaric looked around the room, seeing the pain on the faces of the Space Marines at the mockery of their Grandfather.
"We have been cast out by the Imperium, unremembered, except for a lesson to those who would try to break the tyrannical rule of the Master of Mankind" The Psyker gestured and the vase floated toward the centre of the room and hovered above the middle of the table. Its veins pulsed, between red, green, purple then finally blue.
"I show you the object or our liberation and our freedom, the Domination Lock, the key to which can release the splendour of the warp". Barbaros was horrified, he had talk to this man not ten minutes ago, and he had appeared the holy Imperial servant, he was a Psyker, but he was a Paladin! No Heretic had he appeared. Barbaros felt the same muscle lock he had on the bridge of the Inquisitorial Battleship and realised what was happening.
"Daemon!" spat Barbaros and Alaric looked at him like an adult would regard a child, just discovering that he had been lied to about the monsters under his bed.
"No, Barbaros, No daemon illusion am I" he removed his armours gauntlet and cut his palm with a steak knife in front of him. Almost black Astartes blood ran from the wound, and immediately sealed itself as the Psyker's Larraman cells went to work.
"I am just like you, only I am enlightened, I have been shown the truth of the universe" the Psyker remarked.
"Chapter Master? If you would join me?" spoke Alaric. With a hiss of discomfort the captain rose from his seat, his moments forced, like a puppet. He walked over two where the Librarian stood. Valthenguard looked Ravenfire right in the eyes.
"Why bother? You know you will never turn me without your Psyker magic, warp whore" spat Corax. Alaric looked unperturbed, his eyes never leaving Valthenguard's own black eyes.
"That is why they are here" spoke Alaric. As if on command, the vase vomited forth two pink comets of fire, the both coalesced into two Daemons, form shifting monstrosities that gibbered in the insane languages of the Dark gods. Alaric let his grasp on the Chapter master slip for a second so the Daemons could take control. A moment was all that was needed.

Corax grabbed the vase by its lip and swung it like a pendulum, connecting with the Librarians face. The superhuman blow, that would have killed any normal human, knocked Alaric on his back and sent him sprawling. The blow shattered its unnatural pottery and released a massive influx of warp energy. The two Pink Horrors screamed as they were sucked back to their unholy realm. The huge blast of Psychic backlash freed all of the Emperor's Paladin's seated around the table and the all rose to their feet. The Chapter Master drew his bolt pistol, an ebony hand cannon; its muzzle black from centuries of use. Alaric moaned from the floor, his potent mind scourged by the warp blast. Corax Valthenguard stood over him, bolt pistol pointed between his eyes.
"We may be renegades dear friend" he whispered sadly, his eyes hard.
"But never heretics" the Bolt pistol blasted out a single report. Its death howl echoing around the council chamber.