Hey guys, Uncle WAAAGH here!
So here is chapter 37.
A few references here and there.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Klaus glared at the Legionnaire with confusion. What did it mean?
"What do you mean, 'we are many' ?" He asked in confusion, looking at the now named Legion. Legion did not even move an inch, moving his helmet to him.
"I am the collective of many fallen space marines. Each part of me has fallen in battle, like all adeptus astartes. They come from many chapters, some ancient and powerful, some new, and weak. However, they have one thing in common. They have all failed the emperor, sinned against him in some way. As they lied dying, they begged the emperor one last chance to redeem themselves from their past sins, to join the emperor on the throne of war, to meet him on holy terra itself. He has given them their chance, and thus, created me." Legion explained, before looking at Lofn. Klaus suddenly realised that the space marine would notice that Lofn was wearing the robes of the xeno, and thus, identify her as one. Almost as if the space marine was reading his mind, he lowered his bolter.
"Fear not. The emperor has informed me of your allies and comrades. You will need all of the allies you can get, for chaos comes." He growled. Klaus shivered in hatred. Chaos. Legion saw this, and nodded, before he continued.
"Ahzek Ahriman, the Black Sorcerer, champion of Tzeentch, has found a way to get into this realm. However, the transportation was rushed, and as so, he was punished. He is trapped in the warp of this realm. He cannot get in by himself, but he can still flirt with the court of mortals. He will arrive soon. However…" Legion said, trailing off, before chuckling.
"The bastard of Tzeentch has helped us greatly in our cause, indirectly. He has inadvertently sparked a civil war between the ruinous powers. The black crusade is crumbling, as the Nurglite and Tzeentchian warbands are warring against each other. The Khornate and Slaneeshi forces will soon join them. Cadia has been safeguarded, for now." He added on.
"But what… what are you?" Lofn said. Legion turned to face, her his ancient bolter still low.
"Something even I cannot explain." He said cryptically, before coming before the shrine. He kneeled, his fiery kneepads touching the ancient stone, though the fire did not move from his armor. It was like he was bound to the fire itself, or vice versa.
"Klaus. Lofn. Your cause is noble. Never forget this. Never stray from the path that the emperor beseeches you. For even in the darkest times, he is there." He mumbled, as he his black gauntlet touched the shrines head. It glowed brightly, before the altar began to rise up. Legion backed away from the altar, as it continued to rise and rise, until it stopped. The altar was now ten feet tall, but that wasn't the important part. Inside the altar, were pieces of armor and weapons. Klaus froze. Both Imperial and Xeno tech were there, and there were no lasguns. Legion put his hand into the altar, and gently took out the first piece of wargear. Klaus watched in shock, as Legion gave him a bolter. It was small and compact, not of the design used by Astartes, but it was beautiful. It was masterfully made, gilded to perfection. A gold and black bolter enveloped his hands, and Klaus looked it at pure admiration. Suddenly his trusty lasgun wasn't as beautiful. His gloved hands rubbed over its surface, and he could practically hear the bolter purr at its touch. The mark of the fifth siege regiment was placed on its side, as he looked it over. Inside the altar were dozens of bolt clips. He took them, one by one, and put it in his sack, noting that it added quite a lot of weight. He took his lasgun, and put it back into the altar. Legion moved forward, taking the next weapon. It was a glittering power sword. Klaus could barely make out several runes and hymns carved into the blade, as Legion kneeled, giving Klaus the mighty power sword. It was a saber more than a sword, but it was still amazing, and Klaus poked it at the edge. He felt a pin prick of pain, as blood began to run down from his thumb. Sharp indeed.
"It has been enchanted by the ecclesiarchy, to be particularly effective against the ruinous powers. You shall find that it will be quite useful later in your quest." Legion said, with something akin to humor, before turning to Lofn, who was just as shocked as he was.
"Do not worry. There is still something for you too." Legion said, as he gently waved to the other side of the altar. Lofn came over, looking at it curiously. Klaus put the power sword in its sheathe, fashioning the strap onto his bolter. It was heavy, but nothing he wasn't used too. Lofn was definitely heavier then she looked. Lofn came back into view, a beautiful runed staff in her hands. It was a large and golden staff, with red stones embedded in its triangular head. The staff head itself was a small triangle, and a faint blue field surrounded the field. She was wearing a new helmet, which was pointed at the end, making an arc up and around. It was pitch black, two red tear shaped eye lenses looking at him. Beautiful red and white gemstones were embedded on the helmet, around the area where the cheeks were, and also along the tip of the helmet itself. On the arc, more gemstones could be found, also a blood and ruby red. White swirlings, making ancient eldar runes were scrawled along at key points along the helm. Lofn put one hand on her hip, while with the other, she teasingly twirled her staff, leaning on it slightly. Klaus had to admit, she certainly looked more menacing in her new get up. That was why he was looking up and down at her for a good twenty seconds, right?
"Where are the rest of your allies?" Legion asked, as the two turned to him, their new wargear in hand.
"They await for us back at our campsite. I decided not to bring them along, as to defile a place of the emperor is heretical." Klaus admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Legion only nodded.
"Very well. Take them here." Legion said, as red fire began to lick at Legion's boots. Klaus paused.
"Wait. Where are you going?" Lofn asked, as the two watched in horror and confusion, as the red fire began to consume Legion.
"The others do not need to worry about my presence. Focus on the task on hand. I shall come only when you need me." Legion said mysteriously, before he disappeared, the red flame consuming his figure. The church bells rang once more, before the blackness within the fire faded. The pillar of flames died down, as they sank in height, becoming nothing more but a single ember, before it too, disappeared. The two looked at each other, then back at the altar, which still stood there in all of it glory. They looked at each other, a battle of willpower, before Lofn surrendered.
"I'll… I'll go get the others…" Lofn mumbled, as she began to leave. Klaus watched as she retreated, and sighed. He sat down next to a ring of skeletons, as he began to consult himself of his previous actions.
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Bluddflagg grinned wildly, as his one beady red eye looked at the massive power klaw before him in admiration. It was massive, appropriate for his size. He grabbed one of the prongs, looking it over in growing excitement.
"Oi, Mista Nailbrain. Ope ya got da propa kit ta stikk dis on me." Bluddflagg smirked, turning to his underling, who was currently looking over his new kombi weapon in admiration. With the body of a shoota, and the bits of a Burna and Rokkit Launcha, Mista Nailbrain was still looking over the shoota like it was a child, not even sparing Bluddflagg a glance.
"Ya Kapn! I got da propa kit. Gunna be tuff wiffout a Painboy doe." He said. Spookums, who was still looking over his new toys shivered, and so did Bluddflagg. It was like saying the name of the chaos gods for humies. You never said the word Painboy, lest you risk summoning the insane dok. The two orks looked around nervously, though their worries were quickly put down.
"How did you even achieve such wargear?" The Metal Boy said aloud, as he held a small cube in his hand. It was a soft green, and green tidal waves of energy swirled around its surface.
"Probably dose Bludy Magpois." Mista Nailbrain suggested. The other two orks hooted, slapping their knees. They knew well of the Bludy Magpois kleptomania, and it was damn funny. To see sphess mehrines steal as much as the Deff Skulls, or Lootas, was pretty entertaining. The Necron didn't seem to get the joke, as he looked over the cube in his hand, before stowing it away. It looked over the large, new staff in hand. A green energy field surrounded its blade, while a smaller blade could be found on the butt of the staff. Ancient carvings were carved and scrawled all over the body of the staff itself. The Necron looked it over intently, before giving it a quick swipe, to test its weight. Bluddflagg looked back at the Power Klaw in hand, and grinned wildly. While he began to debate which arm he would sever off to put this downright killy klaw on, Clea and the purple elf, Thelinda, came into the expansive room, and looked at wonder at the masterfully made golden statue at the top of the now exposed altar. Bluddflagg snorted. Humies and their emperor.
"What kind of weapon is that?" Clea asked in horror, gesturing to the Power Klaw. Bluddflagg grinned, as he turned to face her.
"Dis be a Powa Klaw Dark Ranga. Oo wait! Maybe yooze can help me! Which 'and you fink I dun need?" He asked, as he displayed his thick arms, eagerly awaiting a choice. Clea looked up at him in a glance that showed surprise, before looking down at his arms.
"What hand do you hold your… shoota… in?" She asked.
"Left." Bluddflagg said. Clea pointed at his left arm.
"No no. Uvva left." Bluddflagg grumbled. Clea sighed.
"I still don't see why you need to sever an arm off." She mumbled. Mista Nailbrain came over into conversation, as Klaus and Lofn entered the chamber behind them, already getting their flashy kit.
"Da Powa Klaw is too 'eavy ta hold in ya hand. Ya gotta kut off an arm ta hold it, and den, yoo gotta woire it to da arm. Dun have a painboy wiff us, so its gunna be ard. Gonna need ya help ta open him up." Mista Nailbrain winked. Clea's eyes widened, and Thelinda giggled, seeing the situation that Clea had just put herself in.
"Human, how did you acquire such potent wargear?" The Necron asked coming over. Bluddflagg ignored their conversation, as he looked back at the beauty in his hand, and sighed.
"Yer gunna be moine. I'm gunna give ya a name." Bluddflagg mumbled, as he sat down, pondering the name of his new tool of mass murder.
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Lofn watched as Mista Nailbrain and Clea practically dragged Bluddflagg into the woods, eager to begin the 'installation' process. She shivered. She knew that orks were savage, and barbaric, who only cared for waging wars. But the amount of child like enthusiasm Bluddflagg showed just to get his fore arm cut off, just to install his power klaw, which he affectionately named 'Skull Crusha' was downright horrifying. She twirled her new force staff, the black and white metal sparking in the moonlight. She too wondered where Legion had acquired such weaponry. Getting ork weaponry wouldn't be too hard, but stealing artifacts from the Silent ones was near impossible in her mind. She looked back at the Ghosthelm, which was on her lap. The Ghost Helmet, also known as the Ghosthelm, was a helmet that masked her presence in the warp considerably, allowing her to use her psychic power more frequently, and use it to an extent she could not have done before. She rubbed her hands over it affectionately, brushing off tiny pockets of dust that had accumulated on the helmet. Speaking of Legion… what was it? It had said that it was a collective of fallen space marines, but what did that make it? A Daemon? An unaligned warp creature? She didn't know anymore. She huffed, her hands rubbing her face. Nothing made sense anymore. Her grandfather had assigned this as a personal responsibility. He told her what a hero she would become. How no one would no longer judge her by her past, but what she had done here. But at what cost?
"You appear troubled." A metallic voice mumbled. She flinched, looking at who was talking to her. She clutched her staff tightly, scooting away from the Necron that had taken a seat with her. How did it even do it? She would have been able to hear it from meters away!
"Begone. I do not wish to talk to a silent one…" She growled as threateningly as she could, though she could tell that it didn't work as well as she wanted it to. She would have to ask Klaus how he did his work on intimidation.
"Yet you speak with the human like he is a comrade. He is not one of your kin, correct?" The Necron asked. She narrowed her eyes.
"He is a human. You are a Necrontyr. Their is a marginal difference." She snapped at him, before realising how she had defended him. The Necron noticed this too, but didn't bring it up, much to her relief.
"Perhaps there is. However, your petty grudges against my kin must be put away if we are to succeed. We all know of the dangers ahead, and petty rivalries will do nothing but fuel the fire." The Necron said. Lofn snapped her gaze at it.
"Should I remind you how you and your 'kin' nearly wiped out all life in the galaxy, and the old ones, all for your own jealousy?" She growled. The Necron seemed surprised.
"I am surprised that one of your age even knows of the war." It grumbled.
"I had learned from my mother. She had fought many of your kind." She retorted.
"And what happened to her?" It growled. She shivered in uncontrolled hatred. It stepped past a boundary, whether it knew or not. However, it wasn't content with her response, as it kept going.
"Due to your response, I will assume that she is missing, deceased, or was consumed by the chaos god Slaanesh. Shall I remind you of the countless atrocities that you have done to preserve your dying race? And yet, you have the arrogance, the nerve, to call my race murderers? Pathetic." It growled, looking at her.
"All biological life shall be forgotten. A stain to be wiped out. You and all of your kin will die, long, long before I do. Know where you step next time, whelp. As for next time, I will not let such slipups go." The Necron said, before it rose up, and left, disappearing into the darkness of the woods. She felt a drop of liquid fall on her hands. She looked down, and realised with a pause it was water. She looked up. It didn't appear to be raining. She then put her hands on her face, and felt tears welling up in her eyes. She cursed herself, as she wiped them away. Weak, weak weak! She screamed at herself, as she fought to control the feelings roiling within herself. She reminded herself to ask Klaus how he bottled it in so well.
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"Ooo roight Kapn! We got da kit redy fur instalashun!" Mista Nailbrain said, smacking his hands together. A Makeshift operating table had been fashioned together. The Humie was also along, as his new glowy sword would prove to be an efficient cutting tool.
"Alroight ya git! Do da operashun!" Bluddflagg grinned, eager to get the operation under way. Mista Nailbrain nodded, as he began looking for the largest rock he could find.
"Oi! Clea! Oomie! Help me get dis rokk up!" He hollered, as he found a promising rock, the size of a large squig. Clea and Klaus looked at the Mek, and then at the rock. They grabbed it, and with one huff, they raised it.
"Roight Roight, dis way, dis way!" Mista Nailbrain yelped, as with they carefully walked over to the side of Bluddflagg.
"Kapn, klose yer eye. Dis only gunna hurt a bit." Mista Nailbrain said with savage joy. Bluddflagg obeyed, and Mista Nailbrain swung the rock with all of the strength he contained. The rock smashed into Bluddflaggs skull, knocking him out cold. A rumbling sigh came from Bluddflaggs chest, as he sighed. Clea gasped, dropping the rock, nearly crushing Mista Nailbrains toes.
"What did you do! Did you kill him?" Clea asked in complete shock and horror, earning her a confused glare from both Klaus and Mista Nailbrain.
"An ork is very hard to kill. They can survive even if you severe their head off." Klaus noted, which made Clea's gob drop. Mista Nailbrain growled, shaking his hands in anger.
"Not now ya dumb gits! Alroight, lissen gud. Da Powa Klaw got all of da propa kit fer da inshtulashun. But, wiffout a painboy, dis gunna be ard." he said, before he cackled.
"And darn roight bluhdy." He added on, before looking at Klaus.
"Humie, I need ya ta cut off da arm at da bony fing in da middle of dat arm, ya hear?" Mista Nailbrain ordered, to which Klaus nodded, taking out his glowy sword, activating the power field. Clea looked at the blade intently, before looking back at Klaus, who's gasmask hided any facial emotion.
"Clea. I gunna need ya ta hold his arm steady, alroight? If da Kapn wakes up ta see ya put it da wrong zoggin way, well… kant say fings will go gud fur ya." He said before looking at Klaus.
"Alright humie. Get ta kuttin." Mista Nailbrain said. Klaus came over to the opposite side of the ork, and held up his power sword. He swung. The Blade slashed through Bluddflagg's forearm, and the ork howled, though he was still incapacitated. The Power Sword cauterised the wound with no difficulty, as Klaus retracted his blade, deactivating the power field.
"Clea, kum ova ere. Roight, heres wut i'm gunna need ya ta do. I need ya to pry da wound open, so I can shtick sum of dese woires roight in." Mista Nailbrain ordered. Clea sighed, as she dug her fingers into Bluddflaggs slowly growing stump, prying it open. Thick red ichor began to pump out. Mista Nailbrain snatched the Powa Klaw, as he took out his tool kit with his other hand.
"Clea. Wrench." He ordered. Clea fumbled around in his tool kit, before pulling out the assigned tool. He snatched it, as he began to work on inserting the wires to Bluddflaggs nervous system.
"Rivet gun." He ordered. Clea grabbed the RIvet Gun, handing it to him. He began to bolt the metal plates at the end of the Powa Klaw together, in preparation for screwing it into Bluddflagg's stump of an arm.
"Scroo Droiva." He ordered. Clea handed him the screw driver, as he began to fiddle with the screws within the plating.
"Tape." He ordered. Clea seemed confused, as she took out what she assumed to be tape. Mista Nailbrain snarled, as she had given him a gubbin. The stupid pasty git! Now was not the time for a gubbin!
"I DUN NEED DA GUBBIN! TAPE!" He screeched, octaves higher than a normal orks voice should go. Klaus winced at his overly high voice, as Clea gave him what appeared to be tape. Mista Nailbrain was somewhat pleased that she had given him the roll of thick tape. He spat at the piece of tape was ripping off, as he stuck it on the end of the Powa Klaw.
"Welda." He said, as he slipped the welda mask on. She handed him the welda, and Clea looked away, learning from her previous mistakes. He grinned, as he powered up the welda. Like a dying sun, it let a glow so severe that even he had to squint to see what was happening. He began to fuse the rips shut, the metal of the powa klaw melting onto Bluddflagg's thick skin, fusing together to keep him shut. He powered off the welda, throwing it behind his back, hearing the satisfying clunk of metal as it landed in his toolbox. Just for extra measurement, he took another wad of tape, and began to wrap it around the arm, sealing any fissures shut. He took the Rivet Gun, and began to drill more Rivets into the metal, trying to tighten it as hard as possible. He wiped his forehead of sweat. This was a risky gamble. Without the skill of a Painboy to make sure it actually stuck on properly, there was a risk that it could simply fall off when Bluddflagg woke up. Bluddflagg had named the Klaw Skull Crusha, and his skull would be first if the Powa Klaw wasn't working.
"Alroight. Dis shuld wurk, but weze gunna ave ta wait till mornin. Fur da skin ta heal… yoo know." He explained, before realising that Klaus had already left. Clea huffed, looking at Bluddflagg.
"I don't even know how you manage to do these things." She said, as she turned, and walked away, her black cloak fluttering in the moonlight. Mista Nailbrain sighed, as he gathered up his tool kit, and returned to the fire. He spared his kaptain one more glance, before he shook his head, walking away. Needed more nails.
Review Time
King Rocket: I feel that the Legion is one of the less appreciated of the space marine chapters, even though they are the most badass (Partially because of their identity crisis)
Alcatraz: Thanks! I got the bell ringing thing from Dead By Daylight :)
rc48177: Well Chaos sp- NO NO, I DIDNT MEAN IT! NANANHASAIHDIASJDKANWYATSDNASKDHASYUD
Epsilon Vindicare: Yep! Its all better now!
Guest: Angry Marines would come in a bathing tide of sheer anger, opening up cans of FUCK YOU in the general direction of the enemy.
LordGhostStriker: Also because I love that quote :)