The Primach of the Second Legion

by FallenMetalGod

A young man dies but is given a chance by ASB to be reborn. The only problem is the young man takes over the II Primarch. What makes matters worst the man gave up his personal memories for a much better shot of survival. Will, the Primarch of the Second Legion, survive the Great Crusade? Save his brothers? Keep what he knows hidden from Chaos and the Emperor too? Or have fun?

5. Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 30K, 40K, Age of Sigmar, or anything else I decide to use.

The Azyr system home to eight worlds vastly unique from one another yet holds over a hundred trillion humans, Duardin, Ogryns, and Ratlings, by the Imperium once discovered and fell into compliance. The most valuable thing about the system is the numerous Blanks and Pariah living throughout the system. The new government officials, Arbties, and a few influential government figures are shocked by the wrong feeling the population feels whenever speaking with one of the Azyr people. However, if one will ask a native Azyr system member about their Eight Realms as they call it and those who live there. The answer is far different, for they will answer in far more detail. They will start about how each world holds secrets and mysteries that only the brave can only hope to find. A person will speak about the vastness of the population from humans spread across the eight worlds, each unique to each planet with a matching culture. The mighty Duardin people stoic, stubborn, and proud yet continuing speaking of the warrior Dawi living on the volcanic planet of Aqshy living in their massive Magmaholds built into the volcanic landscape. If one talks about the Dawi, the Kharadron Overlords follow their cousins, a mercantile Duardin rulers of the void calling Hysh their home. The Kharadron call their mighty spaceports home surrounding the beautiful glowing blue planet holding the beacon allowing safe travel to each world and beyond. The Kharadron are some of the greatest shipbuilders across the Eight worlds and void sailors unmatched. However, everyone can and will agree upon that the Duardin people brew the greatest of alcohol.

However, if someone overhears the legendary Duardin people, someone will speak about the mighty Ogor tribes of Ghur. These abhumans are considered Ogryns by Imperium standard, but within Azyr, they are far more cunning, intelligent, and far more significant in strength than the average Ogryn. The original colonists were forced to evolve and change in the face of the native wildlife and highly aggressive Ork calling Ghur home. When someone speaks about the Ogor tribes, it leads into the little Halflings on Malleus, garden world that the smallfolk calls home. The Halflings are renowned for their cooking, produce, music, and most of all, their thieving ability is beyond compare. However, the strangest thing is that the people of Azyr do not care that Halflings are thieves, thanks to the Halflings' Thief Guilds and abilities, so many families survived under the Dark Ones once ruled their world.

These tales caused much confusion for the incoming Imperium for how the abhumans of the Azyr system treated as if they were average-looking humans. It has caused more than one fight whenever a Halfling or Kharadron comes upon a foolish outsider. The only saving grace that many new government officials can breathe easily is thanks to the adapting Administration in place and thanks to the Elector Council handling much of the issues which the Imperium seem to cause to their people. It is also thanks to the Chamberlain of the Seal that continues keeping the foolish Imperium from destroying all Lord Gwyn created after returning to his cabin on Malleus once the Primarch united the Eight Worlds.

The Chamberlain is a well-built man; even though he is old, that didn't seem to take away from the man's presence. Although he is thin and withers, it is the eyes that caused everyone to pause whenever they wish to speak to the Iron Otto von Bitternach of the Elector Council Chamber. He wore the finest-looking clothing filled with blacks, dark reds, and royal purple matching perfectly. His office's robes decorated different military medals, diplomat symbols, and ribbons from his long service history. However, the most prominent item is the heavy-looking medallion hanging down to his chest. The Twin Tailed Comet symbolizes the Nameless King Gwyn, who took the symbol as his heraldry, including the mighty Ghal Maraz. Whoever worn the symbol is always the Chamberlain of the Seal and spoke with both Elector Counts and the Nameless King's power and words. The only one claiming the right to hold such power is now listening to the foolishness of another Imperium subject.

"Otto von Bitternach, I must insist you let us examine this Beacon on Hysh. We are the Navis Nobilite for the Imperium ships. We must understand how the beacon can match the Astronomican on Terra. Thanks to your Beacon, we have two points that are stable within the warp." The Navigator said, slamming his fist against the desk, eyes filled with anger.

Otto von Bitternach let out a sigh seeing his ghost floating from one side entrance, its tractor beam holding up more missives for Otto to go over. The Chamberlian of the Seal let out a sigh wishing he can retire in peace, but it seemed like a distant dream. Otto stared at the Navis Nobilite representatives standing in front of his desk. There is House Achelieux, a mighty dynasty already in wealth and status within the Imperium. Next is House Belisarius, also very old and respected, but not as much as Achelieux. Otto quickly saw the rivalry between these two wishing to take a look at the Traveler. However, it's the final one that Otto found the most interesting out of all the representatives is House Malaspina, a young, terrified woman continuing to glance at her betters, it seems. The Chamberlain found it interesting to send a lesser house to this meeting. It made the old politician sense something is going on in front of him.

"Once again, Stossen Achelieux, your request to view the beacon is denied. I have a letter from the Geldraad Delegates stating that you earn a grudge from Hester Grummund of Barak-Zilfin for your foolishness onboard his void vessel. The Kharadron has an imperative code, and not respecting the captain of the void vessel is a grudge not likely made. You were lucky that it wasn't a Dawi grudge, for I would inform of House Achelieux of your death." Otto said in the most serious of tones about the incident.

Stossen grew red with angry his fine robes ruffled. Otto could tell those robes were expensive, showing off one's wealth even trying to gain leverage within the newly named Storm Lord Legion. He knew that Lord Gwyn, Queen Elsa, or Lady Druuna haven't spoken about which Navigator House they will ally with for the Great Crusade. Otto understood it, whichever Navigator House can gain an alliance with a Primarch and Legion. Their standing within the Navis Nobilite increased in all things from power, political status, and, most importantly, wealth. Old Otto almost cracked a smile, remembering the first time Gwyn ask him to take up the duty as Chamberlain. He thought he wouldn't need to play the game again, but it seems he had been very wrong. Otto missed these moments feeling like they were taking advantage of him, but they never dealt with surly and stubborn Kharadron or Dawi in trade deals.

"Than how shall we proceed?" Stossen asked, the words coming through his gritted teeth. The words seem like poison to the Navigator.

Otto paused, not speaking, seemingly lost in thought, beginning to tap his fingers together in a pattern to make the silence carry on far longer than it should. Stossen grew more agitated with the very growing silence. The Chamberlain notice how the representative from House Belisarius looked utterly content with the situation. Although Otto's network still isn't vast within the Imperium, he had sent out his spiders to begin weaving their webs. However, one loudmouth member of House Achelieux filled from their drink did let it loose that House Belisarius had gotten Lord Leman Russ to ally with them. Otto figure that is why calm the man in front of him seems at this very moment.

The tapping of his fingers stopped giving his full attention upon Stossen. "Lord Stossen, there is no way to proceed once a grudge happens. The only way you may even get a chance to speak about repayment or figure out to plead your case is for either Lady Druuna or Queen Elsa to talk on your behalf to even get in the door to negotiate compensation." Otto explained almost slowly like Stossen is a child who needs telling where and what to do.

Stossen grinds his teeth, looking at this person who thinks he held any power before the might of House Achelieux. However, if he can't get a look at this strange beacon on Hysh, if not, then his comfortable life on Terra is very much in danger. He began to clench his jaw for a moment, trying to keep himself in control and not lose his temper.

"Than where can I find Queen Elsa and Lady Druuna? Are they on the Altdorf somewhere?" Stossen asked, still clenching his teeth as he tried not to snarl out each word.

Otto decides to give the simpleton in front of him a bone to go chasing. "I am sorry Lady Druuna is on Aqshy and won't return for quite a while. I believe the Lady plans to head to either Hysh or Shyish, depending on her mood. However, you are in luck since Lord Gwyn let a few weeks ago Queen Elsa has taken up his duties on board Dracothion. She will return to the Altdorf within the next few days. If you wish to make your case, then that is the best way for you to go forward." He explained giving Stossen something if the man wished to hang himself is up to him.

The Navigator mentally calms himself upon hearing he will only have to say here for a few more days which suits him. He is sure once he meets with Queen Elsa, she will understand that the abhuman is in the wrong after all. However, Stossen will play this care especially for a chance to increase the prestige and wealth of House Achelieux. He particularly won't let House Belisarius get their hooks into another Legion. Besides, he wasn't worried about the young Heiress of House Malaspina. Stossen glances over to see Elodia Malaspina, newly raised Heiress, forced into the role he knew she hasn't prepared nor the training. House Malaspina scrambled after the death of her father, mother, and older brother. Stossen heard rumors that Elodia's family death wasn't natural, but assassination from either a rival house or jealous extended family. He didn't know the full details, but whatever happened within House Malaspina, a young woman of only twenty years old. Although Stossen is easily four times the young maiden's age, he is the first to admit Elodia will grow into a fine woman once she is older.

A gentle touch from representative Belisarius said something that this fool behind his desk, signaling them, could leave, which both representatives did without much trouble. The two left, not even realizing that they left behind the young Heiress for unimportant young Elodia.

Otto shuffled a few papers around, clasping his hands together, staring at the nervous-looking young woman Elodia. She is short for her age, wearing robes far too big for her frame while her deep black hair pulled into an elegant design braid that Otto didn't recognize the style. He can only amuse it is from Terra in its latest fashion. Elodia's skin is pale, far too pale, his guess from what he saw from the few Navigator representatives coming to his office. However, Otto will admit Elodia is still quite beautiful even if she seems to either try to hide it or not able to show it to the galaxy.

"What may I do for you, Miss. Malaspina," he said in a professional tone keeping everything strictly business as always.

Elodia jumped slightly at being spoken to for the first time throughout the whole meeting. She struggled not to tug at her fingers, showing off her habit whenever she is nervous. Elodia is very tense, knowing that this is a chance for House Malaspina to save itself from the knife-edge since her family's death. However, she knew better that her family's death was an accident, but she didn't have the strength or allies to prove murder. The discovery of another Son of the Emperor gave her a chance, but sadly the Navigator just missed this Lord Gwyn by only a week leaving for Terra. Elodia almost cried upon hearing the news thinking she missed her chance, but after trying to find what little information she could. The young woman found out that the Primach will come back to lead his Legion.

The young Heiress took a deep breath calming herself just like how her grandparents taught her; "Chamberlain of the Seal Otto von Bitternach, I request the first available meeting with Lord Primarch Gwyn once he returns to the Azyr system. I know the Primach hasn't made allies with other houses. I do not know if he will while on Terra. However, I wish to be the first to speak to him upon House Malaspina's skills, abilities, and knowledge of the warp for the Second Legion." She said, proud of herself not for stuttering like so many teased her as a child.

Otto blinked, listening to the proper request, not demand, but requested him to schedule a meeting with Lord Gwyn. The Chamberlain found that statement the most interesting, primarily upon the Navigators that seem to hold themselves above others because of their unique station in the growing Imperium. The old politician began to tap the desk once again, feeling something particular about House Malaspina for some reason. Before Gwyn left for Terra, he made sure that his orders were in place for the Legion's rebirth. However, he never spoke about the Navigator House, which the Storm Lords shall ally for their ships. Otto's mind thought up the thousands, maybe even tens of thousands of possibilities. Finally, the Chamberlain of the Seal decided to take a chance feeling something good coming off the young woman.

"If Lord Gwyn's orders followed thoroughly, he shall return home within the next year or so. I have known Lord Gwyn for a long time, and I know he will wish to join the Great Crusade within a few weeks of his return. I can promise you the first meeting, but if you prove to Lord Gwyn your house and you are worth him, I will tell you to speak with Queen Elsa once she comes to the space station." Otto caused a holographic to appear in front of his desk. "I will add you into Queen Elsa's schedule." He explained, showing Elodia that he wasn't simply speaking about it rather than putting the appointment into Elsa's schedule.

The young woman did an owlish blink, almost like she couldn't believe something seems to go her way for the first time in a very long time. The young Navigator can only think that things went well the day before her family's death. However, she learned that there is always a catch or a hook if something is far too good. Elodia had the thought of her uncle, who she thought she could trust, but instead, Elodia learned an excruciating life lesson at a very young age.

"What does Malaspina House need to prove before the return of the Primarch?" she asked, eyes narrowed upon hearing what Chamberlain Graf promised her and her family. Elodia saw the appointment place right before her, but the young Heiress is still weary from the offer.

A subtle smirk appeared on Otto's lips leaning back in the overly large chair that made the thin man even smaller than he truly is, but that is the point. "House Malaspina, and you must prove your worth guiding our ships for, however, long Lord Gwyn is on Terra. If you and your family do an outstanding job, then I am confident that Queen Elsa and I can convince Lord Gwyn to create an alliance with you. However, you have a small amount of time to do the impossible, so Lady Elodia, I hope you prove me right in my choice in endorsing you." Otto said, a bit of a twinkle coming from his eyes as if he found someone interesting from the Imperium.

Miss. Malaspina tried hard not to pick her fingertips, but the pressure began to mount from what Chamberlain Otto just said to her. She knew that she had to prove to a Primarch of all beings that House Malaspina still held sway, but also strength. Elodia knew that many of her family thought she did a stupid thing deciding to become a Nomadic House after losing their Head and Heir. The young Navigator saw it as the only way to escape what wealth and status they had left after the infighting happened with her uncle. She mentally calmed herself down, even going so far as taking deep breathing through her nose before releasing it as she began to speak, feeling a bit more centered.

"You do not need to worry yourself with such concerns Chamberlain Otto. Those of us from House Malaspina are pretty gifted in our gifts of viewing the warp. I can genuinely say that with so many blanks and pariahs around, I think we shall shatter your idea of our abilities once my family began navigating the vessels of the Second Legion." Elodia stated with confidence that she did not hold but did a good job projecting it to Graf.

Otto von Bitternach knew when he saw potential, and although Miss. Malaspina is quite rough in many things. However, he can say with all the confidence he caught in his old age that Elodia has the potential to be great. Graf gave the nod before sitting up straight once again, preparing to slowly begin looking through the mountain of paperwork still left doing.

"Than I guess I have nothing to fear than Miss. Malaspina and House Malaspina shall be quite the ally for the Second Legion. I know Lord Gwyn expects the best from everyone, and he will return one's effort hundredfold each time. However, I believe you have only a few days to prepare your presentation with Queen Elsa once she gets here. Good luck, Miss." Otto said as young Elodia quickly bowed her head in thanks.

The footsteps of Elodia Malaspina leaving Otto's office caused silence to descend upon the room once again. It pleased the ancient man because it is one of the few comforts and joys he held which no one can interrupt him for anything. He reached into one of the many draws of his desk, pulling out a beautiful carved wooden pipe from Dawi artisan. The hand-carved smoke pipe is a thing of beauty, one of the few things Otto von Bitternach ever spent money on that he genuinely used daily.

"Ghost," he called, causing the small robotic machine to appeared blinking a few times upon looking at his partner.

"Yes?" it responds, tilting its single eye as the shell covering its body rotated and moved seemingly randomly.

"Please make sure no one disturbs me," he asked, which the ghost gave a bob before disappearing, leaving Otto alone once again.

He took out some Kharadon tobacco, quite rare, and slowly placed it into the pipe's opening before lighting it and beginning to inhale. Graf leaned back, closing his eyes starting to smoke, allowing the busy day to wash away from his mind. He kept puff on his pipe, thinking about how things were going to change in Azyr. Otto let out a sigh blowing smoke causing smoke rings to escape from between his lips. He knew that he had to prepare for his replacement causing him to glance down at the holographic image of two potential heirs to the position. Otto stared at the two images, one a strong young man from the harsh winter planet of Chamon. The other is a beautiful young woman from the black sands of Shyish. The first is Ivan Valeriki Kolarabinikov, a strong soldier who survived years under the Xenos rule, rising within Queen Elsa's court. Otto can tell the man has the cunning needed for the position, but not the will. However, the rival of Duke Kolarabinikov, the Duchess Helena von Culper, held the will and intelligence, but not the cunning for the new game which Azyr finds itself in with the Imperium.

Otto found an idea as he puffs on his pipe again, an idea forming, finding the perfect way to test his replacement and see if whoever shall gain the title once he steps down. He made a note about having the two become Iterator for Lord Gwyn's fleet. The challenge will give those two needs for although the Iterators educators. Still, diplomacy is needed to get the people to join with the Imperium while also finding the enemy's hints within their civilization and culture. Otto thinks he finally found the challenge for these two, for being a Chamberlain needs the strength of will, cunning, and intelligence, for the Chamberlain had many roles that few knew. If those two wished to take the position, they would need all their abilities. That thought made Otto gave a smile, puffing once again.

"There is still a lot of doing before I can rest and allow the next generation," he whispered, finishing off the last of the few moments of peace before returning to work. Otto cleaned out the pipe before pulling out an ancient valuable pocket watch, opening it up, looking inside before nodding his head. "Still on schedule," he whispered, clicking it close sliding it into his pocket.

Otto returned to work quickly, going through the ten thousand different reports needing to go through, not including his information network. The work of the Chamberlain of the Seal ongoing, and Otto knew that he would do his duty. He did take one last look out of the unique design view of the beautiful galaxy twinkle of the stars far out in the distance. Otto knew that once Lord Gwyn, everything will change once again, just like Gwyn's role in unifying the system's Eight Worlds.

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Dracothion returning to Space Station Altdorf

The Dracothion a warship the likes which no one has ever seen built in an age long since forgotten for a task that will never come to flourish. A warship filled with technology that many Mechanicus members will do anything for the slightest chance to step onboard and learn the secrets. A warship filled with weaponry alone could shatter planets, destroy fleets, and lay waste to star systems. However, the Dracothion initially meant for something far more exploration, discovery, and learning. The Nameless King's journey kept the original purpose of Dracothion, allowing scientists, engineers, scholars, teachers, and others to come aboard to learn from the ship's massive data banks of forgotten knowledge. However, the Emperor and Gwyn's sons' coming caused the warship, once a beacon of protection and learning, to become a war and destruction. The last reminding Second Legion were welcome to their new home, the Second Legion's new flagship.

After, Gwyn left with the Emperor to continue his lessons on Terra. The Primarch gave the last of his sons the knowledge, technology, and choice to taking steps to become Rubicon Primaris. However, the Primarch told them it is their choice, and they shall wait until he leaves for Terra, not wishing to impact their decision. After the last remaining Apothecaries took a look at all the information and details of the process, they show it to the rest of the Legion. The first to take the Rubicon is the Legion Master, with many following after him. The process became far easier and quicker than the medical equipment on the warship and the medical A.I., which made many uneasy but quickly saw the benefit. After Legion, Master Ornstein became the first success the rate soon thanks to the mixture of Dracothion's highly advanced medical facilities, skills, and knowledge of Dr. Margarita Sivney. However, several Legionaries will state that seeing the already legendary figure of Uther tirelessly worked on keeping his brothers alive during the procedures earned him the name Lightbringer. Once everyone healed and relearned their new bodies and skills, many sent onto the path to regain their lost honor and sense of worth to their father.

Now onboard of Dracothion is only Uther, and the last remaining Apothecaries were moving about the massive medical/lab they called theirs for learning the new Primaris organs. Other discoveries hide within the ship's data banks, but Uther instead examines something far different study the holographic image of a nervous system. The Primus Medicae wince, feeling a bit of pain still from his recent transformation. Uther is the last to go through the process after every single brother did the crossover. They were lucky that they didn't lose any brothers during the process, but Chief Apothecary thinks it's a mixture of the skill of Dr. Sivney and the technology onboard.

"You know your skills were crucial during the Rubicon process Uther more so than my since you were able to ease the worry on so many. I know there were a few scares, but I think the improvements we made during Legion Master Ornstein's operation continue to improve after each one. It shows us a safer and far superior method. However, a far more important question is, how are you feeling?" The voice of Margarita echoed through the lab as she appeared on one of the holo-table.

The beautiful Sorceress appeared in her holographic glory leaning back on her heels, staring up at the image which Uther is examining. The newest Rubicon Astartes chuckle as Uther is trying to hide the bit of pain coming from his chest and lungs. The Chief Apothecary glance down at his robes were given to him. They weaved together very comfortably to the height of luxury to someone like Uther. However, the Primarch orders before he left did not allow his sons to see their power armor nor what type of weaponry they will wield for the Great Crusade. However, Uther knew that Klaus could know these unique power armor made only for them. He went back to Margarita's question of how different his thought process seemed, for even the most superficial thought came far quicker than before.

"Sore still, Dr. Sivney. However, I feel different, too older, I guess. My brain chemistry feels so strange now. However, my body feels more robust than ever, more so since after Rubicon. I can understand why many of my brothers wish our recruits to become Primaris to prove our worth to our father." Uther said, glancing towards his fellow Apothecary staring at the images of their newest recruits process.

The A.I. slowly nodded her head as smaller screens appeared around her, glancing at the different information panels. Uther let her study and formulate a response while he went back to examining the image before him. The 3-D render image of the female body kept circling sections of the body that were zoom in appeared on different screen sections. Uther saw some of the most delicate gene crafting, soul tampering, and biomancy. However, the sicking part is that such work is the foulest creature Uther ever read about from the massive library's knowledge. The Lightbringer read about the occupation of Chamon by the Xenos race known as the Skeksis. Uther felt his hand tighten into a fist, reading accounts of the sweet honey promises and words from those first accounts. However, once their actual reasoning came to light, the Skeksis quickly took over, enslaving the population of Chamon during the massive warp storms. One of the Skeksis known by SkekTek, the Scientist, is probably the vilest mad intelligent that Uther could only amuse from the experiments in the accounts.

There is only one living survivor of the mad scientist's experiments, and the young woman wished to have Uther's opinion on the possibility of healing. However, if the Lightbringer is honest, it seemed like the patient's very essence is alter in ways that Uther couldn't even begin to unravel without killing them.

"The soreness will pass within the next few days. The brain chemistry you feel is the Magnificat organ adjusting to your hormones, but you also have a low amount of a Primarch's mental ability. Your brothers who left aren't dealing with the soreness like you, but that is because you were the last one to make the jump. However, the report from the ghosts says their Magnificat is doing the same thing. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, which is a perfect sign for the future of Second Legion." Dr. Sivney said, giving her attention to Uther's assigned task. "So she wishes for you to look at her?" she asked, glancing up to Uther.

The Chief Apothecary didn't say anything until the only known image of the Skeksis appeared floating beside the nervous system's appearance. The reptilian mixture of bird-like appearance wearing overflowing robes and jewels were covering the Xenos' body. Uther learned upon reading the Skeksis culture and biology through the idea of wealth, power, and standing. The one particular one is wearing robes like a scientist with several cybernetic enhancements from his bionic right eye. Lightbringer notices the symbol of the Changer of Ways place upon the Xenos' flesh. These Skeksis seem firm followers of that being that held plans within plans and schemes upon schemes. He knew that they were still out upon the galaxy after his Lord battles them. The Xenos escaped through their tricky and psyker abilities of the warp.

"The Skeksis, the deceivers and gilded tongue ones whisper kind and friendly words as if they are saviors. However, when the warp storms came cutting us off from the rest of the galaxy, the veil which hides the Skeksis' authentic appearance became view. It was already too late for us to do anything." The voice of Queen Elsa said, stepping into the medical lab making her way to Uther and Margarita.

Winter Queen Elsa of Chamon, the Ice Queen, Winter's Beauty, Sapphire, and Diamond of Chamon. There is no way anyone couldn't notice the elegance and grace of Elsa of Chamon. She is beautiful with an aura that seemed to draw the eye of everyone in any room. Elsa even attracted everyone's attention in the Medical Lab, from the mortal scientists to the last remaining Astartes. She wore a beautiful snow sapphire blue dress; her platinum blonde hair pulled into a delicate braid into one long ponytail resting over her shoulder. Elsa's blue eyes seem to shine as she finally made her way beside Uther and Margarita, staring at her medical records.

"Quite hard to read and see. After my rescue from SkekTek's lab and my cryo prison, the doctors and scientists were shocked that I was even alive after they did their tests and examines. Funny SkekTek is a master of life and death like he always proclaimed, but I remember the tests, scalps, and the cryo chamber. He created me," she whispered, holding up her hand as ice and snow began to form within the palm of her hand. "I am forever cursed with Winter's touch now. It seems because of one mad alien's quest to show how he is better than his peers." Elsa said, a bitter sigh escaping her lips, thinking back to those hazy memories from a much darker time.

Uther glance back to the image of Elsa's medical file seeing everything that she suffered and survived through, told him why Lord Gwyn found her so important to him. It had been quite the shock that their Lord had two wives. However, it explained so much to Uther during the early days of their Legion that many battle-brothers would find mortal women attractive even though they should be beyond such feelings. They did take after their father even Uther felt the same for certain women he found attractive. However, those thoughts quickly change to Uther's duty that Queen Elsa asked him if anything was possible.

"Queen Elsa, I examined your file and carefully looked at everything. However, I have to say right now that this is beyond my abilities. What knowledge I gain from my studies onboard is still not enough. I can even guess what happened in your very soul has been changed and altered by some kind of energy. The only way I can explain or even theorize what happens is the strange energies that the Xenos inflected you adapted to your soul. The potential psyker ability changed by said energy too. I believe the experiments and tests which you were under are what cause this biomancy change. Hence the cryokinesis and even a bit of creation." Uther explained, hoping that it can ease some of the failures he felt to his Lord's wife.

Elsa started at the image a bit longer before nodding her head, almost like she expected the outcome. However, she had to try if it is possible to undo the damage upon her body and soul that she survived, but it seems like only SkekTek death by her hand will give her the peace she needs. The nightmares still come and go, but they were still there, and the pain on her body and spirit. Gwyn told her once that revenge wouldn't give the peace she wished, but if she still hopes to find the Skeksis to make sure no one else will go through what she did. Gwyn said he would join her on her hunt, and now the ability came with the Great Crusade.

"You know my father and mother were weary when the Skeksis first to Chamon they were caution by them. I think they saw their actual appearance behind their falsehood. They seem to prepare for the storm which will come. I never understood it when I was a child, of course. When the warp tore open and the veil of the Skeksis revealed the proper appearance, the Skeksis control everything. The heart of Chamon had been theirs before many realized what happened. However, my father and his tiny little kingdom survived at first, of course. However, once Emperor SkekSo came with his Garthim armies came then it mattered not. I watch my people, my kingdom, and my family slaughtered. I a prisoner or maybe even a pet for Emperor SkekSo before thrown to the scientist for his experiments." Elsa said, gripping her hands into fists, remembering the fragments of her childhood.

Uther listens, not sure what to say, but he had to say something, but sadly Elsa beat him to it. A look of unimaginable pain and sadness appeared in those blue eyes. He closes his mouth, deciding to let Elsa continue.

"The worst part of the whole thing is the hibernation coffin and brought out whenever SkekTek wished to continue his experiment. The sense of time is something I lost that I don't even know how long it had been until Gwyn saved me. It wasn't until later I found that over a century passed. Emperor SkekSo destroyed my kingdom's history erasing it from the people's memory as one final insult, I guess." Elsa whispered, letting out a shaky breath remembering the past, remembering her return to Chamon.

The planet Chamon a world filled with more mineral resources that many believed the world is an endless riches of jewels, rare metals, and gold. There has even been a discovery that some regions of the planet the very air-held strange particles used for an energy source. It made all seven planets come to Chamon for mining and resource gathering. Elsa is now one of the wealthiest people in the Azyr system. Her former homeland held seemingly endless adamantium, gromril, mithril, ithilmar, ur-gold, and even the newly discovered aether-gold. However, Elsa is careful to gather and mine, for she still doesn't wish her homeland. Elsa holds the sense of irony. She has the power of a world, the loyalty of her people, and the love of a Demi-God, yet she still can't stop feeling like the little girl lock away in that coffin and the vision of the monstrous SkekTek looking down at her as his daemons brought her out for more testing.

"The Great Crusade can give you that chance than Queen Elsa. We are going to bring all of humanity under the aegis of the Imperium. So there is a solid chance that we shall find these Skeksis and destroy them before they can do something like what they did to you ever again." Uther said, hoping to ease some of the emotions Elsa tried to fight down.

She took a deep breath regaining herself beginning to control herself once again. "Thank you, Uther. I am sorry. I guess it's true some scars will always stay with us." She said with a kind smile on her face.

The Chief Apothecary just gave a bitter smile; "Yes, some scars will never fade, and they shall remain with us forever." He said, glancing over to the last remaining members of his Order. "However, please remember Queen Elsa. There is always hope. I thought my Legion would have perished with the failure of our last campaign. I even thought my oldest friend would have to give his head for his neglect of leading to our death. However, Lord Gwyn gave my brother a chance of redemption. Now our ranks are getting replenished, and a new generation of brothers shall join us. I feel a renewed sense of hope for the Second Legion." Uther said, hope filling his voice as he spoke about the possibility before them.

The A.I. shook her head; "You should be glad the Gene Seed still held within the gene vaults of your ship. It is even luckier that Gwyn had prepared for aspirants throughout the system. I am glad that he decided to give orphans a choice to become Astartes. What's more surprising is the selection process is far more selective throughout each world." Margarita said, glancing over to the report of the latest selection of aspirants.

Elsa smile; "Gwyn doesn't wish to have a drain the system of talent and progress. During the unification of the star system, a lot of children survived during the bloody conflicts. Like how the Witchers did before, orphans should have a choice first since they are still young. However, if there is a possibility of adopting, then that is what shall happen. After, the orphans we go with everyone else, giving them a choice." Elsa explained, waving her hand, causing the screen to appear in front of her.

"He always one to think about the whole of everything, isn't he? However, Elsa, do you know how the Legionius Astartes and the Azyr system work together?" Margarita asked, turning to give Elsa a looking while Uther did the same interest in his Lord's plan for his brothers and him.

Queen Elsa didn't say anything for a moment, looking over a report on the process of creating new Legionius Astartes. She moved the screen away before turning her attention to the question; "I believe Gwyn is planning to make sure his sons have a place to live in this Great Crusade ever ends. He hopes that people of the Azyr system and his sons will work side by side, living together. However, I know that he fears that the Legion Astartes began to disconnect from why they fight more so since they become like him." Elsa said with a sigh.

Someone's process to become a Legionius Astartes is just like what many of their cousin legions face, but there is one specific aspect to the crossover like many. The soul rendering of the aspirants goes through once the gene-seed enters the aspirant's body. The DNA becomes wholly rewritten, but more so is the pariah or blank gene is forcefully added into the person's DNA structure. Those without the gene suffered during change, but those aspirants that do the process are without flaw or issue. There are many instances in which one that doesn't have the gene and survives the process still doesn't have the gene but lessens in some way.

"How many have gained the gene from the last batch of recruits?" Elsa asked, wanting to see the results of the slowly growing Legion.

Uther glance to reports seeing that many already with the pariah or blank gene passed the process of those becoming Astartes "So far, about twenty percent have soon the gene and the ability to be a null or pariah." Uther said, surprised that they shall have so many normal brothers within their ranks.

Elsa gave the nod, pleased with the numbers; "I can only hope the Legion will grow strong with the new blood but also remember its roots. I am curious what the future will bring." She said the slight smile resting on her lips seem almost sad.

"It's the great age of enlightenment, Queen Elsa. It's one of the greatest moments in human history. We shall become the masters of the galaxy." Uther said, not understanding why she had such a look on her face.

Elsa gave the nod, "I guess, but the question is how many sons and maybe even daughters will have to suffer the cause for enlightenment. Gwyn cares about families, Uther and allows a person to go their way, or better yet, he always told me that being a good neighbor is enough for him. I worry that the pressure of what he is about to do will weigh heavily on his morals and ethics, that's all." Elsa whispered, seeing the images of children training both physically but also gaining knowledge and skills.

The Lightbringer thought about what Queen Elsa said and felt a strange sense of foreboding in her words. During his training, those thoughts plagued him until the Great Crusade began with battles, wars, healing wounds, and saving his brother's lives took over such ideas. Now that Queen Elsa spoke of them, it made him wonder, knowing that many of his brothers will feel hatred by those they are to save and unite. Uther understood how the Second Legion wasn't the most like by some Imperial Army Generals and divisions. He could only think how bad it is once the Legion begins its campaign. He never thought much of his abilities or, better yet, gifts of the Primarch held so much pain.

"Gwyn will return, and hopefully, your brothers will come together once again feeling like they have done all they can to prove their worth to Gwyn. However, Gwyn never did care about such things, not after what he faced on the space hulk where he saves Druuna." Elsa said, remembering how distant he had been after returning with Gotrek from their experience.

Uther blinked; "I don't believe I know about that tale? There are many tales of heroes throughout the Azyr system, but rarely do they speak about the Primarch? Why is that?" Uther asked, now giving his full attention to Elsa, wondering why the population only knows has hints of the Primarch.

"He didn't like the attention, Uther. The man is so anti-social that only the few that genuinely got to know him understood his personality. Gwyn is surprisingly simple. He likes the quiet, learning new things, and the company of a few good friends." A.I. chimed in before giving Elsa a sly look; "He also has quite the healthy sexual appetite too, right Elsa?" Dr. Sivney said, which caused Elsa to blush the deepest red, which made worst for how pale Elsa is original.

"MARGARITA" Elsa yelled, turning around looking at the quickly disappearing image of the beautiful Sorceress from the holotable.

Uther blinked, unsure how or what to say from what he just heard from Dr. Sivney about his Lord having a sexual appetite. He even notices a few of his colleagues and brothers stopping their experiments and observations from listening to the conversation. Uther quickly cleared his throat quite loudly, which causes everyone to return to what they were previously doing promptly. Elsa, blushing, turning to face Uther coughing in her hand, quickly trying to control herself after such an embarrassing thing coming out into the open. Neither Uther nor Elsa said anything, let the silence continue between the two.

"Gwyn is a very private person, but just like Margarita said before, he is considered anti-social to some. However, I think it's more than Gwyn always knew the Emperor and the Imperium's coming. Gwyn doesn't like war or battles even he is far more interested in exploring, discovering, and finding new things. Now don't misunderstand Uther Gwyn loves a good fight, but not war. Gwyn is just too gifted in combat like no other. I can't say about his brothers, but Gwyn conquered these eight worlds with the barest of men and materials. Afterward, he did the same in creating a government." Elsa said, letting out a sigh holding out her hand as a snowflake appeared within her palm.

Uther became confused; "He is my gene sire, and Primarch meant to have such gifts." Uther said, wondering where Elsa is going with this conversation.

"Tell me, Uther, if you work all your life to be the best at something, then someone else appeared to do what you trained and bleed for what will you feel?" Elsa asked, watching the snowflake within her grasp before crushing it.

Uther understood where the conversation is going, especially how Elsa destroyed the snowflake, but he answered, "Crushed and frustrated," he said, which she gave the nod in return.

Elsa nodded; "Gwyn understands humans far better than they know themselves, which is strange. It is almost like he understands the struggle and frustration of working so hard it hurt and bleed. Only then have someone else come around to do so quickly to make anyone feel the crush after years of hard work and struggle. Gwyn doesn't like doing that to someone; instead, he helps someone reach their goal to have that feeling of accomplishment. He doesn't like the spotlight; one reason is his strong aura, and the other reason, I think, Gwyn is just a humble person." Elsa said with a soft smile remembering a memory.

The Chief Apothecary enjoyed hearing stories of his Primarch, knowing that once he returns from Terra. Uther will have accounts to tell the younger generation of Astartes that will come in the future. He let out a sigh glancing toward Elsa, who began to regain the regal aura that seemed to follow her. Uther will full attempt how beautiful Elsa is a rare beauty indeed. The Chief Apothecary sighed, turning back to look at the image of Elsa's body waving it away.

"I am sorry that I am unable to do anything that can heal or fix you, Queen Elsa. I believe only the Emperor may have the ability to do something." Uther said, deciding to return to the original reason why she came.

Elsa sighed, nodding her head; "I understand I although I had a slim hope, I have come to accept my gift. If I wish to stand upon the battlefield with my husband, then I think I shall become the Winter Queen that many will fear. I know Druuna is already planning on joining Gwyn on the battlefield in her unique way too. I do not wish to be left behind." Elsa said, reaffirming her dedication to stepping on the battlefield and leading like Gwyn.

Uther gave a large smile upon hearing what the Queen is willing to do; "It shall be quite the honor hearing the tales and stories of the Winter Queen than once we join the Great Crusade. However, I am curious what shall this Lady Druuna do? Does she have the same abilities as you in cryokinesis?" Uther asked, never had a conversation with Druuna before she seemed to leave the Dracothion.

Elsa shook her head; "No, Druuna is far more gifted in technology and knowledge than even I. Although it's not my story to tell, and I hope you have an honest conversation with her, she has quite an interesting take on many things. It's just hard to see the way she sees the world, I guess." She said before glancing up, thinking about something. "I believe she should be on Aqshy soon. I know she went to Ghyran and Ghur for issues that need her skills. There have been a few issues on both worlds with reminding Ork of appearances on both planets. The last come we talked a few months ago. So, I believe she should still be on Ghur dealing with the last of the Orks there with her knight." She said, tapping her lower lips.

The Lightbringer blinked a few minutes, not understanding what Elsa just told him. "A Knight? You mean to tell me that there are Questor Imperialis on one of these worlds?" Uther asked, not understanding how he didn't know.

"Oh no, we don't have many we lost much during the Age of Strife. We only have probably seven or eight, I think, throughout the eight worlds. I know Druuna is the unofficial leader of the group of Freeblades. I guess it is what we call them." Elsa said, thinking about it a bit more, remembering how the group formed a Mercenary company of sorts recently.

Uther blinked; "Freeblades? Unofficial Leader? What type of Knight armor does she control?" he asked, feeling overwhelmed upon hearing such new information.

Elsa blinked, thinking about it a few moments before snapping her fingers; "A Questoris Knight Styrix Knight Armor. If I remember correctly, she found it one of her explorations trips she seems to enjoy. Like the others, I think their pilots found the knight's armor or had the armor passed it down within the family. I guess for the other pilot Knight armor types, it isn't as rare as Druuna, but I think two Knight Paladins, two Knight Errants, one Knight Gallant, one Knight Preceptor, and Knight Valiant. Nothing too special compare to Druuna's Questoris Knight Styrix Knight Armor, of course, but they are still impressive. I believe they form a Mercenary group called Lost Knights or something childish. They call Druuna Lady Druuna and everything." Elsa said, laughing at the name of the Freeblades group.

Uther is still trying to get over so many Knight Armors within the system, but quite a diverse group. However, the shocking part is a Styrix Knight Armor is pilot by someone. Uther knew those were the rarest of chassis used by a few Knight Houses found within the growing Imperium.

"She must be quite the pilot."

Elsa smiled; "She one of a kind Uther one of a kind." She said before turning around and beginning to make her way out of the Medical Bay. Elsa stopped turning her head; "Don't worry, Uther. Gwyn will never turn his back on us ever; he is too kind. I hope that with you helping the next generation of Legionius Astartes continue showing such promise." Elsa said with a dazing smile resting on her lips before leaving.

Once Queen Elsa left, Uther watched the now closed door feeling that blossom of hope still resting firmly within his chest. He couldn't wait for the return of their Primarch and show him they're reforged Legion to him. Uther turned back to his newest project, ensuring the next step of the process will continue just as smoothly as the last batch. The report from the trainers and holographic training simulation shows significant progress for many enduring the complicated process. The Azyr system's people were a solid group of people ready and willing to serve within their savior and hero, the Nameless King.

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Aqshy

The world of Aqshy, once ruled by the height of the Dawi race. The planet once a mountains world filled with peaks that pierced the sky. The stubborn and proud Dawi conquered the world of mountains, crafting the beautiful Karaz Ankor, The Everlasting Realm, which spread across the globe with a mixture of hardened tradition to ancient technology. A world filled with master artisans, smiths, and runesmiths spread across the realm. The height of the Golden Age of the Duardin people is what many called this time, but sadly everything must end. Once the warp storms ripped through the galaxy Aqshy become the center of the Blood God's wraith once tears into the immaterium, allowing the legions of the Khrone through to destroy ancient works of the Duardin people. The war between the persistent daemons of the Blood God and the stubborn Dawi wage war throughout the Age of Strife even after losing contact with the other realms of Azyr. During the war, the one beautiful Asqhy changed, transformed, and shifted into the massive volcanic wasteland that the Dawi call home.

The war took such a toll on Aqshy destroyed its natural beauty transforming the once lush vast mountains into what Aqshy is today. The once-proud holds of the Dawi people transformed into new massive complexes known as Magmaholds pale, imitating the once numerous Karaz Ankor. The only thing the Magmaholds can boast is their vastness, for the enormous creations by the Dawi people out of necessity during the war. There are only six massive Magmaholds carved out of the six largest and tallest mountains of Aqshy. However, thanks to the unification of the Azyr system, a few lost minor holds were rediscovered and rebuilt. The Dawi race is slowly beginning to regain its lost knowledge and technology. Now with their Duardin friend Gwyn left several months ago with the Emperor of Mankind, the appearance of these new Astartes began to show up on the Witcher Path or learning at the feet of Master Smiths, Master Engineers, and Runesmiths.

One of the oldest members of the Second Legion, known as Klaus Whitebeard by his brothers, went to the Magmahold of Karaz-a-Karak. Klaus once thought he knew enough during his time on Mars, but the ancient Techmarine realized how wrong that statement seemed to be once learning at true masters of their art. Klaus soon truly gained the title of Whitebeard by the Dawi instead of what his brothers called him for his age. After Klaus took the Rubicon, he felt new strength that he hasn't felt since he first joined the Second Legion. The Techmarine slammed down his hammer, sparks flying off the heat of the item Klaus is forging. There is a simplest feeling each time Klaus swinging hammer repeatedly, a feeling that he could consider peaceful in a way. He is the first to attempt he is a craftsman first and foremost than a warrior, but when the Emperor began recruiting for the Legiones Astartes. Klaus had been over the age limit. However, someone Klaus survived the process; then Whitebeard showed his abilities with machines which made him enter the ranks of the Techmarines.

Soon the sounds of the hammer ease as Klaus grabbed some blacksmith tongs examining the glowing item. He angled the thing checking for imperfections which he found none, which made him have a slight grin before returning to work. However, Techmarine is so focused on the work that he overlooked a Dawi watching from the shadows. The Dawi is an ancient one of the few last surviving members of the legendary Golden Age of the Duardin people. The Dawi watched his student working on his newest piece. The Dwarf is probably the greatest armorsmith and weaponsmith that ever lived, seeing the fall of his people's golden age against the Daemons. Even a single part, the armor or weapon crafted by Dalbran Fellhammer, is worth all the Magmahold's ur-gold. Dalbran crossed his arms, watching Klaus Whitebeard finishing up the latest piece of Klaus's new power armor. The Dawi will never attempt it, but Whitebeard is gifted with the forge already been seen by many as acceptable by Dawi standards. However, Dalbran will never tell the boy that ever until Klaus reached his standards for everything. He took a drink from his mug filled with Bugman's brew enjoying the taste, happy that the Brewery is once again up and running, providing the best ale in all of Aqshy and beyond.

The hammering stopped causing Dalbran to stop drinking; "I see you finished the last piece of your armor, lad," Dalbran said, wiping his mouth.

Klaus turned around, seeing one of his masters coming to see him. Dalban Fellhammer is a stocky Dwarf like many others. However, Dalban's beard is a long, thick braid with the most delicate-looking rings, jewels, and clamps from an age long past into myth. He wore simple clothing, yet the wealth in the very fabric is something which Klaus's eye caught. Klaus moved the item revealing the shape of a pauldron moving into the place of his newly forge power armor. Whitebeard stepped away from Klaus's unique design power armor that not even the Imperium or the Mechanicus have created yet. Klaus learned Lord Gwyn designed the newest weapons and armor, which the Second Legion use once they returned to the Great Crusade. The base of the armor is the heavy Gravis armor covered in several Dawi's runes. The placement of each rune matched the rune branding he gains over his learning experience. Klaus's runes travel along both lengths of his arms with two massive runes on the top of his hands. There is a mighty rune right over his chest, right over his heart, and the final collection of runes cover the whole back of the Techmarine.

"I am impressed with the rune work, young one. The power armor is probably your best work too." Dalbran said to study the armor with a critical eye of a grandmaster.

Klaus moved away, allowing his master to examined the power armor. Whitebeard made many modifications to the armor and made it heavier with two massive shoulders mounted heavy bolter and a plasma gun connected to the power pack. There is one substantial servo-arm bionic attachment to the back that almost looks like a crane attachment. The armor coloring is standard red, just like the other Techmarines from their cousin legions, the systems within the armor were far more advance than what many legionaries wear.

Dalbran continues to look over the armor before giving his full attention to Klaus's weapon of choice, a massive two-hand hammer of pure black steel. The hammer is a mixture of a craftsman and a warrior weapon. The war hammer style is a blacksmith's hammer in its design, while the head of the hammer had elegant, almost Dwarven knots place on each side of the steel. However, along the edges of all four sides are Dawi runes giving a soft glow. Dalbran gave a grunt revealing his approval of both weapon and armor. However, he sniffed, not giving his complete acceptance of the items, but they were worthy of a grunt, nothing more nor less.

Klaus left the breath he seems to remember out, allowing his lungs to gather breath as he exhaled, not custom to feeling the pressure. Whitebeard couldn't remember having such a feeling before, which he appreciated knowing that his work met the standards of someone better than him.

"You did about as well as I expected out of you, boy. The weapon and armor will serve you well for the up and coming crusade which the Second Legion shall take part in once Gwyn returns from Terra. The recruits coming off the Dracothion for months now, so others shall join the Lodge." Dalbran said, grabbing his mug before taking another sip.

"Months? Has it been months already?" Klaus asked, blinking, feeling like it had just been yesterday.

Dalbran gave the nod; "Aye, few months not more than a blink in my honest opinion. However, you Astartes do everything so quickly, but you Klaus Whitebeard. If you weren't manling, then I would have thought you just an oversized Dawi in truth." He said, taking a sip of his mug, feeling the taste of ale on his tongue.

Klaus places his forging tools away with the proper respect as always, for he couldn't do anything without his tools. "So, how are the new beardlings doing?" Klaus asked, having begun picking up Dawi words and statement, more time passed living within the Magmahold.

An enormous grunt and sniff is all Klaus got as a response which told him all he needed to know from the ancestor aged smith. The teacher and student continue to walk until they ran into someone, which caused them both to stop. However, as they stopped, everyone in the hallway stopped from fellow Dawi and beardlings, humans invited into the hold, and Kharadon Overlords even stopped. The sight is the beautiful Lady Druuna coming through wearing a black and red skin-tight, almost latex pilot suit which hugged her curves, hips, and chest so tightly that it almost seemed like everyone is visible. Druuna's light chocolate skin gleamed thanks to the river of lava flowing through the stonework. She had a smile on her face while her hips naturally swayed back and forth. Druuna's eyes laid upon Klaus causing her smile to grow even more significant, quickly rushing over to him.

"Klaus, did you finally finished your work? Red Scale has been missing you quite a bit, you know." Druuna said, stopping right in front of Klaus and Dalbran, to who she gave a bow of respect too.

Klaus gave a small smile nodding his head; "Yes, I finished my armor and weapon. So now I will be ready once Lord Gwyn returns and gather the Legion together. I am sorry that I have been having you take care of Red Scale for me, Lady Druuna." Klaus said, bowing his head in honor of his Primarch's wife.

"Druuna"

Klaus blinked before sighing, "I am sorry, Lady Druuna, but I feel like I am disrespectful towards you and your relationship with the Primarch. I shall honor that relationship giving you the title of Lady." Klaus said, hoping she will see reason.

"Drunna," she said, crossing her arms under her breasts, giving the far larger man a narrow look.

Dalbran gave a bit of a chuck; "Good luck with this one, lad. I am off to the tavern before I meet with the other guild leaders." Dalbran said, giving a bit of a wave heading off a different hallway.

Whitebeard watched his teacher leave him alone with a very annoyed Druuna, still giving him a look, eyes narrowed nostrils flaring. Klaus Whitebeard has faced Imperiuman's deadliest enemies from Xenos, other Humans, and even Daemons. However, he is the first to attempt that Lady Druuna's look is still looking at him, her arms crossed.

"Druuna," he said with a sigh.

The look disappeared, replacing it with a smile as she leaped up, hugging Klaus, his massive white beard covering her head. The action came utterly unexpected, but after a few months of meeting with Druuna, he expected such actions from her. Druuna finally dropped to the ground after having her arms wrapped around Klaus' neck, looking up at him, reaching out, grabbing his hand, and dragging him behind her.

"Come on; I know Red Scale is with Shastar waiting for us." She said with a smile leading Whitebeard around like a bit of a puppy.

Klaus just had a kind smile on his face remembering when he first came to Aqshy, the Dawi didn't accept him, but it is only because of Lord Gwyn's status Duardin people held his Primarch. It made Klaus prove his worth, but he can attempt the journey to get accepted by the Dawi had been a challenge in itself. However, it did get better after Lady Druuna showed up treating Klaus like a grandfather, even calling him Santa Klaus for whatever reason. That opened many more and new possibilities for the ancient Astartes to expand his knowledge and taught the secrets of runes even a few Lodge secrets. Klaus knew that he would have to ask Primarch Gwyn about allowing Lodge of Techmarines to form within Legion to honor the Dawi. Soon the two reached the private hanger for the massive knight standing with several machines and Dawi engineers working on the chassis.

The Techmarine can fill attempt he hasn't seen too many Knight Armor, but the Styrix chassis is quite the sight, especially the iron skull face staring out. The coloring is storm grey and black, with images of mighty thunderbirds painted onto the chassis. Knight Armor didn't have its weapons attached yet, but Klaus saw the fearsome Volkite Chieorovile and a menacing siege claw ready to take action. He knew the name of this terrifying machine of war that Druuna named Shastar because it seems she will forever know why.

However, besides the massive machine of war is a beast forged from stone and lava, which came alive. If someone can compare the creature, maybe the shape of a dark if the blood didn't look like lava or how its body heat matches a volcano. A massive Magmadroth laid beside Knight Armor, watching the coming and going of the Dawi and machines floating about the hanger. Those glowing orange eyes open up, looking right at Klaus and Druuna, lifting its head leaning forward. Klaus gave his friend a gentle smile reaching out, beginning to stroke its snot and bridge of its face.

"I am sorry I left you to Druuna Red Scale. You know how I get, girl." He whispered with a smile at the massive Magmadroth.

Druuna rolled her eyes, walking over to some crates jumping up to a seat watching the two interact with each other. "She just spoiled by you, Klaus, that's all," Druuna said with a smile watching how the Magmadroth acted around Klaus's touch. "However, Red Scale is a child of the Godbeast of Aqshy." She added with a smile seeing how Red Scale glance over to Druuna, hearing the word Godbeast.

Klaus stopped petting Red Scale's snot, remembering when he first heard the term Godbeast within the Magmaholds, thinking they were just tall tales, nothing else. However, until Klaus saw the Godbeast of Aqshy, Vulcatrix came up from one of the lava oceans. The sheer size of the mother of Salamanders caused Klaus to ask the lore keepers of the Dawi what he witnesses coming from the lava. The keepers of the lore told Klaus of the eight Godbeast of Azyr protectors of each realm within the system. Klaus had seen Aqshy's mother, born out of the first volcano eruption during the Blood War revealing Aqshy's wrath. The Keepers soon told him of the other seven Godbeast, each more majestic than the last one.

The black mountain range of Ghur Great Tortoise A'Tuin, the planet of metal and winter of Chamon, ruled by the mighty griffin Winterfeather, the world of the beacon guard by a fearsome king white lion Rahagra protects Hysh and the beacon from enemies. While the robust Rahagra guards Hysh, a rival from Ghyran, matches the lion's prowess for the mighty tiger of Raja protects the beautiful garden world. The planet of the dead Shyish watch upon the world serpent hidden under the black sands of the surface Nehebkau the black snake. Once Ulgu held the home of the mighty dragon that guarded the planet, Gwyn's coming caused the dragon to leave its place to take up the duty of protecting Malleus once without a Godbeast now holds Glaurung the Storm Dragon. The shadow world of Ulgu has a new Godbeast of a mighty Dragon once again, although not as large as Glaurang, still protects the world is Ignax, the shadow king.

Those eight Godbeast protect each world, and each planet is given offsprings from each of these mighty beasts who call their respected planet home. Klaus has only seen two of these Godbeast of Vulcatrix and Rahagra once during his master's trip to Hysh shipyard. He had only been on a transport, over the beautiful world, seeing birds of all kinds, white lions gazing across the land, wild horses running free on the plains, and so many other types of wildlife he didn't even know existed until Hysh. However, all that fell away upon seeing the massive warhound size lion of Korhien resting upon a mountain as if it is nothing but a hill to the giant feline.

"I have to ask Druuna have you seen any of the Godbeasts?" he asked, looking at the woman who sat watching him go back to petting his companion.

She gave a smile nodding her head; "I've seen five of the Godbeast. Glaurang for various reasons, Rajah from Ghyrn, Winterfeather on Chamon, Rahagra on Hysh, and of course Vulcatrix." She said with a smile, thinking back to those moments. "When you see one of them, I genuinely believe you are either blessed or have quite the exciting life before you," Druuna said, leaning back on the cart looking up to the rocky ceiling.

Red Scale finally had enough going back to laying down. Closing her eyes began to rest as Klaus turned his head to look at the Imperial Knight within the hanger still being worked on and Dawi moving about grumbling about something or another. A question formed within Klaus's mind, curious if he should ask such a question, especially Lady Druuna.

"You want to know why I call my knight Shastar and not something else?" Druuna asked, already knowing the question which Klaus seems to wish to ask.

Klaus looks a bit surprised by the sudden answer that Druuna knew what he seemed to think.

Druuna sat forward-leaning a bit too, giving Klaus her full attention; "Your not the first, nor will you be the last, I think." Druuna said, a small smile resting on her face looking at the massive knight for a long time. "Do you know where Gwyn rescue me from?" she asked, going back looking at Klaus.

Whitebeard shook his head; "I have heard nothing but rumors. However, I do not take rumors for anything more than hearsay, nothing else." Whitebeard said, giving Druuna his full attention now.

"Smart way to look at things, Klaus. Probably keep you alive longer too." Druuna said, letting out a sigh for a moment. "Gwyn found me on an abandoned colony ship from the Golden Age of Humanity. We got stranded sailing through the warp; the ship's A.I., Delta, lost control while the captain gave complete control. Some virus has infected the colony ship's computer during our aimless seeing that we kept entering and leaving the warp in different parts of the galaxy. There seems no reason or rhyme in how the A.I. decides to leave the warp. I know that many of us were in cryosleep for the journey to our new home, but A.I. finally decided a stop sailing it decide to release us. However, the ship had transformed by that time, and change grew bigger than many thought it was a city. You see the intelligence-created androids once it began to release us from cryo pods." Druuna paused, running her fingernails along her palm, lost in memories.

Klaus didn't say anything is taking everything. She is telling a hand running through his thick white beard.

"You see, the computer used the androids and religion to control us by something called the truth. These Priests would preach about the Four and how the infection plagues us had been a gift to us. A few of us didn't believe it, of course. However, I wasn't one of those at the start. I didn't know anything; I guess you can say my thoughts were in the clouds. The city became degraded each passing day with more people showing the gifts of the Gods. It wasn't long before the Priests began rounding up everyone, not accepting such grace. I did whatever I could to survive many from the cult of the White Serpent, who enjoyed their pleasures of all kind. They weren't friendly nor gentle with me, if you can guess. However, after one of their gatherings, Shastar found my knees to my chest, crying clothes ripped and torn. The best way I can explain it is that Shastar helped me and healed me from the trauma I suppressed for so long." Druuna paused again, gaze off to the side, remembering the past.

"If you don't want to," Klaus said slowly, unsure if she wished to relive it.

She shook her head; "No, I think I wish to speak about it. Anyways once I felt more myself, Shastar began to bring me into the truth he found. I didn't understand it at first; of course, I didn't know any better. I thought the city is all there was, and the upper levels are where the better-off people lived. That is until Shastar brought me to his hidden home, a place filled with ancient books saved from the purge and a device that allows one to learn. I won't lie. When I first saw the machine, I was afraid, not knowing what it did or why Shastar showed it to me. However, he began teaching me things about how to write, read, and philosophy. They were things I couldn't believe I needed in my life. It wasn't long before I asked about the machine, and he told me the device would give me knowledge. So I sat down place the strange helmet over my head, and suddenly something seemed to click within me. I suddenly knew more than I could ever think possible from subjects that many would kill to know." Druuna said with a smile, thinking back at how proud Shastar had been once she revealed how well she took to the machine giving her so much. "So I learn how wrong the Priests were in their belief of these Gods they speak of and what more it wasn't until later we found out they weren't people, but machines inflicted by what Shastar and I called Evil," Druuna said, leaning forward resting her elbows on her knees the look quite serious.

Klaus tilts his head; "The Priests spoke about some nonexisting Gods? What is the 'Evil' you and Shastar speak of?" he asked, remembering the compliance of 03-26 coming to mind.

"The Evil is what we called those with gifts and grace of the Gods. If I just described it, then mutations are the best way to explain it. People would show tentacles, tumor-like growths, two or three eyes, and many others. As for what you ask, Gwyn will explain it once he comes back from Terra Klaus. He can explain it far better than I, for he entered the warp for a time before he came to rescue me. Let me return to what I was saying as Shastar found something while he had been out searching for supplies and other secrets. He sadly got caught and became infected, which began to change his body and mind." Druuna said, taking a deep breath shuddering at the memory. "There were so many different cults following the four gods in other ways. The overload of sensations from everything during the White Serpent's gathering from food, dancing, art, and sex they had whenever they came together. The Red Hounds surrounding their fighting pits throwing in anyone or anything they can find just to let the blood flow. The Blue Eagle cult thought themselves above such petty from the other cults, but they crafted an alliance to betray later for some grand plan to get to the higher levels. The final group of cult though the Green Crows, were the worst, for they invite the sickness to show their devotion to their God." Druuna explained each cult, her eyes gazing over remembering everything.

Druuna remembers seeing how a minor group of the White Serpent Cult would feast with what little food they could find or the overwhelming music which made a person sick during one of the cult gatherings of a minor group of the White Serpent Cult. She remembered watching from her hiding place, seeing the gathering descended into nothing more than sex, drugs, and blood. She witnesses someone flay someone alive, but instead of pain and suffering, the woman screamed in ecstasy and pleasure. The scene still scared Druuna even now, causing her to shiver, remembering how the woman asks for the group to keep going until she felt a new sensation. Druuna shook her head, quickly banishing those thoughts, not wishing to return to them especially remembering the sight of the walking dead mark of the crow upon them. The sores, tumors, and rashes were covering their bodies, stomping around, praising the crow and grandfather to everyone everywhere.

"After, Shastar return, he wasn't the same. There were a few clinics providing medicine for those infected with Evil. So I did a few things which I am not proud of, but I loved Shastar more than anything else that I did what I had to do." Druuna said, clasping her hands together. "We decide to escape after he got a bit better. He wanted to show me the truth about what the city is, not what we thought. I still didn't understand, but we left our home and began making our way through the ruined wreckage of the city. However, a few of the cults found us began firing their weapons. It hit Shastar, wounding him, which made me quickly go to his side, trying to stop the bleeding. The cult moved in, but the Slayer Gotrek Gurnisson and Gwyn appeared, saving me and killing all the Cultists like they were nothing. Gotrek a whirlwind with his massive ax, and Gwyn using his gleaming black sword." She said, letting out a sigh as if remembering the event as it came from a fairy tale.

Klaus gave Druuna full attention to learning much, especially these Cultists, which she describes in their strange rituals and how they interacted, always plotting each other's downfall. However, those thoughts stopped upon hearing the near-legendary Slayer God Gotrek Gurnisson, which all Duardin call Ancestor God Grimnir. The Techmarine didn't understand why so many Dawi considers the slightly larger Dawi to be the reborn vision of their Ancestor God, but whenever Gotrek heard that it caused him to enter such a rage. Klaus had seen how Gotrek growled and swore that he would kill Grimnir for lying about his promised death. He only meets the large Dawi once, and even Whitebeard will attempt. There is something about the heavily battle-scarred Dawi that made him think there is something far more to Gotrek Gurnisson.

"Gwyn ended Shastar's suffering for me. I guess you could guess I was in shock during the whole thing, especially when Shastar began to change right in front of me. However, Gwyn promised he would get me out, and he did. He shows me the truth about the city, which turned out to be the colony ship twisted and corrupted. When we escaped to the upper levels, and Gwyn showed me space for the first time. I guess everything finally clicked what Shastar always talks about how the city wasn't actual or how we shouldn't be like this. It wasn't until we found the head of the Captain ship trapped within a floating bowl keeping him alive. We found out from the Captain that A.I. could only stay function if he is still alive, so the computer forces the captain to become an immortal being by harvesting whatever healthy beings alive. The captain told us how to escape, but he asked for us to destroy the ship. Gwyn and Gotrek took up the challenge, of course." Druuna said, laughing, remembering how Gotrek thought he could find his doom on the space hulk. "It's also where I got him" she pointed towards the massive Knight armor slowly being put together as Klaus listen to her story.

Whitebeard turned his head; "Truly?" he asked, turning to look at the awesome Knight armor seeing that Shastar is ready for action. He noticed the engineers completed their work, and Shastar stood prepared for combat once again with his fearsome weapons.

Druuna gave the nod before hopping down from the cart; "Yep, the other Imperial Knights utterly lost by the Evil of the ship. However, the captain saved one armor, which I claimed, but let me tell you something, Klaus. It wasn't pretty, and the throne didn't like me at all, but I think he grew to like me after being with me for so long." Druuna said, walking up, placing her hand upon the front leg of the knight, looking up to the skull faceplate. "I am going to live the life which Shastar and I talked about on that space hulk. Although he isn't alive, I like to think, even if I know it's impossible, a part of him is in this knight. That gives me the strength never to become a victim ever again." Druuna said, turning her black hair following along getting into her eyes, but she pushes it behind her ear with a smile.

Klaus Whitebeard saw the new lease on life, but also the strength to stand up on her two feet with almost no help. "I can see why Gwyn married you and Queen Elsa. It is a wonder that my Lord Primarch has a growing harem." Klaus said with a firm nod of his head.

Druuna seems to fight against having a smile appeared over her lips, but sadly the sound of laughter escaped her lips, causing a deep belly laugh to appeared she kept laughing. It became to the point that she held her sides, still trying to control herself, but it seemed pointless. She leaned back against the leg of the knight, sliding down on her backside, laughing head lower as she continued laughing. Klaus blinked a few moments as if he didn't understand what is so funny that it caused Lady Druuna to laugh so hard.

"Gwyn hates that word so much," she said, finally wiping some tears out of the corner of her eyes. "It took a combined effort of Elsa and me sneaking into his bedroom wearing some very impressive lingerie for him to accept us together. That man refused for the longest time," Druuna said, having a goofy smile resting on her face; "Well, needless to say, we won against a Primarch." She noted that smile changed from that cheerful to more felinely for catching her prey.

Klaus isn't sure how to respond to such a statement, especially hearing how his Primarch didn't wish to have many lovers. He understood that the two Primarchs were found attractive by many for either their raw animal attraction or the charisma that oozed them like how one breath. How Druuna said that Gwyn didn't wish to have a lover made Klaus curious, but he shook his head, seeing that it wasn't any of his busy for that line of thought.

"Come on, Klaus. I want to head to the tavern. I heard Josef Bugman will crack open a Bugman's XXXXXX for taking back a minor hold of Ekrund and rebuilding the Magnahold. The fact the legendary Brewer has his home back means that a new drink is on the way." Druuna said with a smile heading away from Shastar after patting the leg.

The Techmarine blinked; "I don't think ale will work on me," he said almost in a question knowing how his biology is too pretty much everything.

Once again, Druuna began to laugh at something simple hysterical upon hearing that Bugman's brew wouldn't do anything for Klaus. She patted his arm, still laughing, shaking her head; "Oh trust me, Klaus. After, Josef had Gwyn try some of his ale and did nothing. Josef swore an oath that will create a strong enough brew to get even the strongest Primarch to get drunk. When you meet Bugman, you will understand." Druuna said, patting his shoulder still as they disappeared into the maze of hallways heading towards the tavern to get some Bugman's ale and hopefully earn a very drunk night for both of them.

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Planet Ghur: Realm of Beasts

The dust kicked up following a mixture of smog and smoke from the ramshackle-looking truck speeding through the grassy plains. The vehicle is massive yet falling as pieces of armor flying off by the lack of repairs, the vast turret on top is bent sideways, and extensive patches of rust-covered the whole vehicle. However, the most strange thing is the faded is the peculiar markings all over the truck. The weirdest thing is those within the speeding vehicle are small little green creatures bustling around the massive truck. Grotz driving and using the battlewagon to get away with the stolen goods from the trade convey they just hit. The driver revealed a giant smile on the greenskin's ugly-looking face. The Grotz kept pounding the wheel, laughing as the dozen or so Gobboz laughing and celebrated from the successful raid. A few even were firing their sluggas who were in the back laughing.

"Oi, i bet big bosses grom an' skarsnik will reward me," the driver Grotz yelled, pleased with getting the equipment that the two needed for whatever they are working on in their hidden caves.

"Wot do ya mean ya git," another one said, hearing the driver snarling at the claim of plunder and reward from the bosses.

The two stared at each other, one reaching for his choppa, ready to shank the so-call leader of this raiding group. If he killed this Git, then the Big Bosses will reward him instead, which he knew is the best cunning ever. However, before one of the Grotz could plan the betrayal between each other, the hood of the battlewagon flew off, hitting the armored windshield. It caused the Grotz to swerve out of control. The screaming and yelling from the Grotz as the tire exploded by something causing the battlewagon to spin out completely. The driver tried to do anything, but he fought with the wheel, which only causes the massive vehicle to flip. Every single one of the Grotz screamed as their prize battlewagon flipped over. The crash completely wrecked the already battered truck.

In the far distance upon one of the rocky ridges that overlooked the plains watching the battlewagon's burning wreckage, a figured knelt watching through a very highly advanced The former Legion Master of the Second Ornstein removed his eye from the scope of his highly customized sniper rifle. He had a grim look on his face flipping his weapon around his shoulder before descending the ridge with no effort. Ornstein made his way over to his latest target, hoping that this one will give him the information he needed to finish the contract. He felt his mind drift once again, thinking about the last few years traveling the eight planets of the Azyr system following his Primarch's footsteps the best he could with what little information he found of his Lord. The Rubicon Marine finally understood how pride destroyed the Second and almost shattered the brotherhood. It is only thanks to seeing Lord Gwyn which Ornstein understood why their Lord sent them all on the path. He initially didn't realize what Witchers were until he began his Path on Malleus. Ornstein experienced so much but now understood it far better thanks to the Rubicon. He felt more robust, faster, and intelligent because of the Rubicon transformation, yet thanks to Ornstein's travels, all those were tempered and refined to serve the Legion and his Lord better.

The Marine stopped before the last few alive Grotz struggling to live, but he quickly slammed his boot right onto their skull, killing one. Ornstein counted only three living ones, which should give him the information he needed for the contract. He reached down, grabbing the meanest-looking hook hanging from his waist, matching forward. It wasn't long before the loud pleads and screams of Grotz. The Witcher did the grim work of torture for taking the contract from the Magister, wishing for this tribe of Grotz to be dealt with, especially their leaders. Ornstein learned from the Magister that although Lord Gwyn dealt with the majority of the Greenskins on Ghur. There were still some savage tribes roaming, but two Warlords plagued critical shipments throughout the planet. Ornstein gutted the last Grotz after hearing the same thing he heard from the other two about a cave system.

"Ghost," Ornstein said, causing his companion to appear out of thin air.

"Yes, Dragonslayer," the small robotic shell appeared glowing eye staring at its partner.

Ornstein looked at the floating sapient machines, which the Second partner up with now, allowing them to gather more information but a better view of things. He didn't like his first because it seemed too wordy, especially at the start of his journey as a Witcher. However, the years wore on. He learned how useful and friendly it is to have someone speak to him once in a while. The former Legion Master will never attempt it to his ghost, though, or anyone ever.

"Scan the battlewagon, and the Grotz make sure they came from the same camp. The raids on the trading routes have picked up the last few weeks. So that means those two are close to finishing something." He said as the ghost bobbed up and down, beginning to scan the area for additional clues.

While the ghost kept scanning and cataloging everything for him, Ornstein began cleaning off his meat hook and one of the many knives he used for his questioning. He glances down at his gear remembering after feeling strong enough to leave the Dracothion with only the clothes on his back and a few ur-gold coins. He began his Witcher's Path across the eight realms, slowly relearning everything he thought he knew and trying to understand his Primarch. After several years on the Path, Ornstein wore armor and wield weapons of the trade of a master monster hunter. The armor is crafted by master leatherwork from Ulgu, from the finest dragon leather, armor pieces, and engrave runes. He wields two black steel swords for monsters and daemons covered in Dawi and Kharadron runes. Several different daggers, knives, and silver hooks for more delicate operations for finding answers or information. The Dragonslayer had hanging from his neck is the signature of a Witcher, a silver medallion of a hammer symbolling Ghal Maraz. Ornstein's firearms were impressive, but the three he used daily were the new pattern bolt sniper rifle known as the M.K. III Shrike pattern and the two heavy bolt pistols with special ammunition. However, Ornstein's most prized possession wrapped around his shoulders is a legendary white lion pelt with the head resting on his left shoulder.

"Dragonslayer," Ghost response finally after finishing its scanning.

"Don't call me that," he whispered, not like how the title of Dragonslayer followed him.

The companion blinked, floating in front of Ornstein; "Why that is the most extraordinary deed you gain upon your path. You are the only Witcher besides Gwyn who slays a Dragon before. Gwyn killed the legendary curse Everlasting Dragon, who terrorized Malleus by the acts of the Dark One. You slay the monstrous Cannibal, the tortured soul of the dragon twisted by the Aeldari. The people of Ulgu will forever sing your deeds by freeing the tortured soul." Ghost explained, reminding Ornstein why he called his partner by that title.

The Dragonslayer sighed; "Maybe, but it still doesn't mean I like it, for the fight had been lucy more than anything else." He whispered, standing up after cleaning his blades. "Did what those greenskins say match what you found off the bodies and area?" Ornstein asked, wanting to continue with the hunt.

"Yes, the scans show light traces of certain deposits of minerals only found on Ghur." Ghost's eye began to glow, causing a 3-D image of the Ghurish Heartlands to appeared in front of Ornstein. "It seems we shall be heading to the Gouge Canyons from the samples of mineral specks of dust on the vehicle and bodies." He explained marking the destinations.

Ornstein studies the map for a moment before nodding his head; "It shouldn't take too long if we take the bike. I do not want those two escaping from my grasp." He said, turning around the fur cloak of the White Lion fluttered at the moment. "I do not wish to leave these two Warlord Grotz alone. Though Ghur is peaceful to a point, I don't want to leave a chance for another WAAAGH to form around those two. These Grom the Paunch and Skarsnik seem different than the other remaining Greenskins on the planet." He said, heading back to the ridge he used for his sniper position, finding his bike.

The massive vehicle is a marvel mixture of Kharadron engining with Dawi machinery, creating a bike and jetbike. The Dragonslayer is constantly amazed by Duardin's people skills in all things mechanical and engineering. The pattern of the vehicle is the latest raider pattern combat jetbike which transformed between jetbike and land vehicle. The massive vehicle had two strange-looking tires made of strange energy, which the Kharadron forged from the aether-gold. Ornstein finally made it up to the enormous bike, the tires now solid thanks to the technology within the cycle. He slides his sniper rifle around, placing it in the holster upon the bike while undoing his twin power swords putting them on the bike too. Ornstein mounted the jetbike, revving it up, hearing the engine roar to life. He flicked a switch on the console causing the tries to form energy spheres instead of solidifying. The vehicle began to rose off the ground from the anti-gravity engine.

The bike took off with a single clutch of the throttle, allowing Ornstein to fly through the air as ghosts enter its place within the center of the bike's console. The scenery of Ghur flew by Ornstein's vision as he adjusts his course from the vox-bead in his ear, allowing the ghost to give directions. The sight of Ghur is something which Ornstein found beautiful in the sense of untamed and raw beauty of strength across the realm. The former Legion Master has heard stories of how his Primarch came to Ghur after being lost in the warp during the fight against two Ork Warlords who conquered Ghyran. Whatever the Primarch did, allows travel between the realms impossible, for Gwyn didn't wish for another Ork invasion to happen across the system. Now the only way for a person to go between worlds is by starship. However, Ornstein has heard whispers of secret paths that several smugglers take between the worlds to avoid authorities. He didn't take too much stock in such rumors. However, Ornstein learned during his time on the path that such stories hold a hint of truth.

The Witcher continue to travel for a couple more hours until finally landing, causing the spheres to solidified into tires allowing him to drive forward a bit forth not to make too much noise with his presence. He found a perfect hidden place which he could stash his bike until finishing with the job. Ornstein dismounted, grabbing his weapons, gear, and a few other items for preparation is part of the key to being a Witcher. He learned a lot from his time, but he knew that preparation is the key in everything and anything one can do, from war to hunting down monsters. Ornstein relearned these lessons and understood his failure as Legion Master.

"Ornstein, I am picking up Gortz signatures spread throughout the area, including a strange energy surge throughout the canyons. I have never seen these, reads Ornstein. I suggest you be careful with whatever these two Warlords are planning." Ghost said, removing itself from the bike to float beside the Witcher.

He reached for his swords and guns, making sure he grabbed different types of rounds just in case. Ornstein looked at his sniper rifle for a moment before discarding the idea to take it, especially if he is entering the cave system within the Canyons. He prepared everything he could think of, walking off a short way to the entrance of the massive Canyons before him. The massive Canyon stood Ornstein as the Witcher pulled out his heavy bolt pistol, adding some Dragonfire bolts before pulling out the second pistol adding some Hellfire rounds to that pistol. He entered the Canyon, keeping to the shadows beginning to make his way into one of the caverns. The cave entrance is massive but dark, yet it didn't matter to the Witcher, for his sight allowed him to see the sides and jagged rock hanging from the ceiling.

The cave system seems almost natural to the naked eye or someone who wasn't looking for clues or tracks of some kind. However, to Ornstein's eye, it told a completely different story the farther he went in and deeper down he traveled. There were faded Ork symbols all across the wall telling what he can only guess is a story. The signs of disrepair traps as the Witcher watched his step seeing a few tripwires poorly laid pits. It told Ornstein that these two Warlords had put all their Grotz to work on whatever they wanted building. He thought about all the raiding trade conveys which these two have hit nonstopped, it seemed. The items stolen were high-end technology from both Aqshy, Hysh, and Malleus. The Witcher is the first to attempt; he wasn't too in-depth with technology. However, he knew the basics, and whatever it is these Warlords are creating is dangerous to the system. Ornstein stopped taking a knee once a sound echoed throughout the cavern. He stayed within shadows as a single Grotz coming out into the open, holding an overly large gun. The Grotz is mumbling to himself from what Ornstein can make out as the greenskin stopped placing his weapon off to the side.

The Grotz spat on the ground before going off to the side to relieve himself after a bit of fungus beer. He tore worn loincloth the Grotz didn't notice the looming shadow behind him beginning to piss, letting out a sigh. The sense of emptiness never came to the greenskin. A blade pierced right through the side of his neck. The blood gushed out from the wound as the Grotz is about to scream, but a hand clamped down, making it so he cannot cry. Ornstein clamped down, pulling the dying Grotz deeper into the shadows. He scowls, pulling the knife out from the neck, cleaning the blade off with the loincloth. However, thanks to finding the greenskin, Dragonslayer had an idea which to go now. He retraced the path which the Grotz took, finally coming out to a massive antechamber.

"My word," the ghost whispered, appearing beside Ornstein, staring out to what can only be a massive teleportation device or archway of some kind.

The antechamber filled with a mismatch of machines fused into some structure with a massive platform in the center of the archway Grotz scaling and climbing all about the enormous machinery welding or fixing technology onto the device. There were quickly tens of thousands of Grotz tirelessly working trying to complete the machine. Ornstein notices a few of the workers were thinner than usual that a few ribs were sticking out. The hence of urgency fills the air with each worker running around trying to finish the teleportation device. He continues to observe and plan for him to destroy or even collapse the whole chamber. A sound of crackling energy caused everything to stop. The crackling energy continues to spread all across the machine until finally, the entire device and platform began shaking and rocking. The orbs on the device started to light up, with lightning arching off the metal spheres.

"Oi, da tellyporta iz workin' final," a deep, powerful voice echoed throughout the antechamber.

Ornstein has killed many Grotz during his time on Ghur, but he has never seen one so large or even fight in that matter. He can guess that the jiggly figure of Grom the Paunch, the massive Grotz, came forward wearing miniature mega armor which an Ork would build. However, Grom the Paunch is a cunning and intelligent Grotz, having constructed his armor when Megabosses Grimgor and Gordrakk disappeared. Now Grom is the biggest boss on Ghur, and soon he will be the only boss. He held the massive power ax over his shoulder, ready to hit some of the boyz around if they didn't get everything ready.

"Yes, we shall leave dese humies, stunties, an' pointy ears ta our glory," another voice echoed, causing Grom to turned his head to his rival.

Warlord Skarsnik came forward clothed in thick dirty black robes with fur hanging around his neck. A spikey crown of metal fused with jewels rest upon his head, with mushrooms seeming to grow out of the strange shape crown. At least five great cave squig following around the Warlord, with one of the squig even holding his robes within its fang-filled mouth. The squig was big, but the biggest one is Skarsnik's pet known as Gobbla, who never left its master side ever unless ordered using Skarsnik's prodder. Grom growled at the so-call rival of his understanding that he is far superior in cunning and leading.

"We'z jus warmin' up skarsnik. Soon 'da tellyporta kan take us off dis planet an' onto wun uv 'da space hulks ta escape." Grom growled, thinking of the glory leading a WAAAGH again.

A sneer is the only response from Skarsnik before glancing at the workers; "Get back ta workin' ya gits," he yelled, slamming his staff to the ground causing every single Grotz to move again.

Ornstein watched the interaction seeing that things were far worse than he thought as the device crackled again with energy. The Witcher unhooked a few grenades glancing around the chamber, trying to find some way to cause a cave-in. He couldn't allow these Goblins to escape Ghur and into the galaxy. Ornstein fought Orks in the system before noticing how far more cunning they were when it came to war. He couldn't allow them to escape as Ornstein glance towards the ghost, wanting to confirm what he has thought is true.

"Ghost is that?" The Dragonslayer asked, eyes still watching the rumbling machine.

The ghost gave a bob, "That is a teleportation device, maybe even a teleportation platform. The Ork technology is something that many Duardin people and the humans can't make head or tails of. However, each one agrees that however, their technology work is dangerous and unpredictable." Ghost said, watching the machine, curious.

Ornstein just nodded, seeing that there wasn't much choice but to try and stop them when a flash of power blinded everyone within the chamber. The Witcher made his move sticking to the shadows, watching out for any Grotz which would come his way. It wasn't long before he found a place for him to scale up to the roof of the chamber. Ornstein made his way up, taking his time, making sure not to rush for none of them notice anything different. He got high enough and began planning a few remote detonation packs he brought just in case. He worked quickly planting each charge before swinging himself to the next hanging rock. The movement below the Dragonslayer seemed to increase tenfold as equipment, supplies, spuigs, and Grotz was coming out of the hidden passages throughout the cave network. Ornstein leaped to the last hanging rock spike planting the final charger, but as he lodged it into place. A large piece of the rock broke off, beginning to fall. Ornstein had been too busy to notice the falling rock.

A lowly Grotz hauled a massive cart filled with wrenches and wires, but he glances around, seeing no one is paying attention to him. With a cunning smile, he grabbed his hidden stash of fungal beer he kept hidden in his overalls. The Grotz took out a leather skin filled with the precious liquid uncorking it, ready to take a sip. However, before he could even take a drink, a rock fell right on top of his head. It knocked the precious beer out from his grasp, spilling all over the ground. The Grotz began seeing red staring up at the ceiling to stop seeing a figure doing something to hanging rock formations. The eyes of the Grotz widen, pointing upwards before letting out a screech throughout the chamber. The screech caused everyone to stop seeing the single goblin pointing upwards as the others looked up, seeing a figure doing something.

"Kill 'dat git witcha," Skarsnik yelled, pointing to Ornstein with the point of his staff.

The Witcher looked down, witnessing every single Grotz finding anything they could use as a weapon. The bullets quickly followed as he leaped off the rock formation. The Wicher was going into a combat roll onto the high ridges of the chamber. Once the Dragonslayer is back on solid ground, he grabbed the handles of his heavy bolt pistols, hiding behind a large rock as bullets bust the crumbling protection. However, it only took Ornstein a quick peek before going back into cover. The continuous firing of guns finally slow, but once the reloading began to happen, he made his move leaping up, pulling the triggers. Several Grotz's heads exploded from the perfectly aimed shots while others scrambled, trying to escape or find cover.

"Kill 'da git, yer gits," Grom screaming, slamming his ax into the ground, causing the stone to crack.

However, the screaming didn't do what the two Warlords wished, as Ornstein still killed the Grotz with little trouble as he went back into cover. While the fighting continues, gunfire echoing over one another. Skarsnik glance over with a cruel-looking smile upon his face seeing the tellyporta is ready for use. He saw Grom screaming, pointing towards the Witchy that kept killing their Boyz. However, the great and cunning Skarsnik saw an opportunity for him to escape and start anew on a brand new ship. The Warlord began to edge his way over to the platform as his massive squigs protected him like good pets. That smile continues to spread across Skarsnik's face making his way to the tellyporta. However, before he took another step, a massive hand grabbed his robes. He snarls, turning around about to see who dared touched his majestic robes.

Grom the Paunch looked down at the little Git snarling. "Where ya fink yer goin' git," Grom growled, pulling Skarsnik closer to his massive form.

"Nowhere, grom. I was needin' ta make sure 'da tellyporta still workin'," Skarsnik said, quickly gripping his dagger within the folds of his robes.

The gluttonous Goblin made an ugly look on his face gripping his ax tighter. "Lookin' at it, huh," he growled, not focusing on their boyz getting shot and killed.

Before, Skarsnik could give out his excuse; explosions rippled across the top of the chamber. The two looked up, seeing another explosion happen right on the giant hanging rock formation right over the tellyporta. Every single Grotz stopped staring up at the explosions, but it only lasted for a minute before the cave-in began to happen. The screaming followed, trying to escape as rock began to fall all around the chamber. Ornstein watches the chaos he caused a simple push of a button. However, that didn't mean the Witcher didn't stop firing though killing the fleeing Goblins. He had to reload, but during the reloading, he grabbed two grenades from his waist. Ornstein activated the grenades, quickly throwing them right to the teleportation device. The cave-in got worst from the chain reaction from his planned explosions. The Dragonslayer promptly stood up, waiting until the last possible moment watching the thrown grenades.

Skarsnik snarl sees the massive rockfall, but he notices the two grenades flying towards them out of the corner of his eye. The Warlord did not want to die. He had so much left to do, but the stupid Paunch still held onto his robes. Skarsnik had a loony idea, one that will make him question his sanity and cunning. However, Skarsnik shan't just be a Warlord; no, he wants to become the Overlord. He reached out, grabbing the Mega armor arm which encased Grom's body. Skarsnik whisted, getting the attention of his squigs. Grom turned his head, gripping the shaft of his ax, scowling, leaning forward.

"Wat's yer doing, huh" he growled, unaware of the pending death coming to them.

Skarsnik scowled; "Savin' a git like yer," he whistled again, causing Gobbla and other squigs to push Grom forward.

The action of Skarsnik happens suitable when the grenades land right at the feet of the two falling Warlords. Three things happened simultaneously; the first is the telltale signs of a flash from teleportation, second the explosion, and finally, the massive rock destroying the device platform. However, Ornstein only saw the second and third acts, for the smoke of the grenade blocked the flash. The problem is the Witcher could see if his targets were dead, for the cavern seemed to grow throughout the whole chamber, but also a few of the tunnels. Ornstein rushed out without looking back as cave-in began happening right behind him. There were several close calls, but Ornstein continues to escape the shaking getting worst, making him wonder if he accidentally created an earthquake. The Dragonslayer finally escaped, but he didn't stop running until finally leaning the Canyon entrance behind trying to get away. However, something caused him to stop as a massive roar caused him to stop.

The center of the canyon began to rise into the air. The land itself seems to rose as Ornstein witness the sight of the massive land tortoise A'Tuin waking from the Godbeast's daily nap. A'Tuin rose from the canyon quickly the size of a titan, maybe even reaching the heights of the larger war machines. Ornstein watched as the stone skin A'Tuin rose from its nap, letting out a massive yawn looking about the landscape. The Dragonslayer watch in awe seeing a Godbeast who didn't even pay attention to the Astartes began moving away, starting his travel somewhere else. The whole ground shook with each step the imperator size Godbast took, taking his time whenever instincts seem to tell it to go.

"Ornstein" a voice trying to get his attention, but failing.

The Dragonslayer continue to watch the sight of the Godbeast, having seen two of the mighty Godbeast; Glaurung and Rahagra. However, now he can say he saw the moving continent A'Tuinright before his eyes. Suddenly, he felt something nudge the side of his cheek, which made Ornstein react, looking over to the floating Ghost.

"What?" he asked, curious why his ghost seems to get his attention.

The ghost didn't say anything for a moment until finally answering, "Ornstein; I have received a general call for all Astartes to return to the Dracothion. Lord Gwyn has returned and calling for all his sons to come home." The Ghost announced for the former Legion Master.

Ornstein didn't say or do anything as he stood there processing what he has just told that his Lord has returned from Terra. The Primarch calls everyone back to Dracothion; a strange sense of fear crept into Ornstein's mind wondering if he failed his path. However, he quickly shook his head, knowing that he shouldn't think of such things not until whatever Gwyn wishes to say to them.

"Prepare the trophies and make sure our transportation is ready to return home. I wish to show my Lord Gwyn what I have learned from my time away." Ornstein said, turning around, beginning to head back to his bike to make the journey back to the Dracothion.

The Ghost followed beside the Dragonslayer; "I shall get to it, Ornstein." The reply came from the sentient floating device.

---

Dracothion; Flagship of the Second Legion

The Second Legion grew while Gwyn has been on Terra, but not significant; there is still room to grow larger and more robust. However, thanks to the new Primaris process and the Rubicon, the time to train Legiones Astartes is shorten. However, not much yet enough for getting the Second Legion back into the Great Crusade. Once the ships carrying the new allies of the Selenar gene-cult, Sisters of Silence, and the latest addition Titan Legion which shall join the expeditionary fleet. The announcement of Gwyn's return spread throughout the ship, the message for all Astartes to return for everyone to return home. It is time for the Second Legion to come together to show their worth in their father's eyes, even though Gwyn never thought less of his sons. The gathering took place within the Mausoleum of Realms once again. The sense of nervousness is in the air, but Gwyn hasn't made his appearance yet, allowing brotherhoods renewed between Astartes.

"Ornstein, I am glad to see you are still alive but stronger, it seems," Uther said, coming up to his friend, who stood alone watching his brothers welcoming each other after being apart for so long.

The Dragonslayer turned, looking at his friend Uther with a smile; "Yes, the Witcher's path put everything into perspective once again. I followed the same path as our Primarch during his travels. What little I found, of course, but I gained new insights and perspectives like many of our brothers, it seems." Ornstein said, seeing old and new welcoming each other.

Uther smiled, seeing a few of the newer faces of their brotherhood being welcome by the older Terran. He even notices the new generation's respect for the Terrans, which pleased the Lightbringer quite a bit, seeing the Legion become something new but respect the old. Uther glance overseeing Ornstein's white lion pelt hanging from his shoulder, which made it look impressive.

"So you killed one of the White Lions of Hysh? That is quite the feat, for I have heard those beasts are quite the cunning hunters. The fact you killed one and claimed the pelt as yours is quite the accomplishment." Uther said with a grin, glad to see the old Ornstein returned from his journey.

Ornstein gave the nod; "Yes, quite the hunter the Lion had been tracked the proud king for five days until it decides to confront me. The Lion did not go down quickly, and I respected the kill by taking the pelt and carrying him with me everywhere now." He said, glancing at the head of the lion resting on his shoulder.

Uther gave the nod in understanding, looking about the massive room seeing how their numbers swelled from only having enough for a single chapter to close to eight thousand brothers. The number is still growing, though, and will hopefully continue to grow in the future. However, Uther understood they would slow down the recruitment process from their home system and Terra for the moment. The reports made from Lord Gwyn before he left for Terra said they should only grow until reaching ten thousand Astartes until they conquered a few systems for the Great Crusade before they try and achieve higher numbers. Uther original didn't agree, but after seeing how quickly the Primaris change. He understood why they should slow down recruitment.

"I wonder if we shall see the new equipment Lord Gwyn promised to show us for the Great Crusade. I have seen a few reports from Klaus that the Duardin people will supply us with all our equipment and ships from now on." Uther said, crossing his arms over his chest, still wearing his medical robes.

Before Ornstein could respond, the massive doors opened up, with Lord Gwyn stepping in follow behind High King Thorgrim Grudgebearer and Lord-Magnate Brokk Grungsson. However, behind the two leaders of the Duardin people were three Grandmasters from the Endrineering Guild, and three Runelords came after their leaders entering each one carrying a massive case. Gwyn continues forth all of the Second, getting into rank and file once Gwyn made the appearance. Finally, the group arrived in front of the eight thousand strong Astartes. The Primarch looked out to all his sons, looking at each one in the eyes taking their worth. Every single Astartes wore a completely different set of armor from leather, steel, and other material. No single Astartes looked the same even from their weapons from swords, hammers, spears, and other exotic guns they held proudly. He saw many of his eyes sporting companions in the form of Griffins, Demigryph, Gryph-hounds, and Aetherwings. However, Gwyn notices one colossal thing: none of his sons looked ashamed to stand in front of him like they were in their first meeting.

"My sons, I have returned from Terra after my years of studying, learning, and obligations for the Emperor. I have returned with new allies of the Sisters of Silence which shall create a Chapter house for their order within our home. The Selenar Gene-cult has brought some of their technology, wisdom, and guidance for us to grow stronger and knowledge in their craft. The Emperor of Mankind has brought forth a tiny Titan Legion to join us on our expedition fleet to help us wage our wars. I see you have gained the friendship of the animals of the system, which pleases me in knowing you have achieved a partner for life." Gwyn said, staring out with a smile resting upon his face seeing the pride grow in each of their chests at his words. "I had read each one of your needs when you were on your path" he waved his hand as reports appear in front of him.

All the Astartes held their breath; even the newest ones did the same, for it was the first time they saw their father. It made it worst for how the latest Astartes didn't have the Firstborn Astartes experience or knowledge. They didn't weigh reputation like the Firstborn held from fighting in the Great Crusade nor meeting their Primarch for the first time. All they had were the deeds of being Witchers across their home system, hoping it will be enough for their Father.

"I read all these thanks to your ghosts which kept you company in all things. While you were returning home, I look over each and everyone's time spent out across the Azyr system. I spoke about how you had nothing to prove to me nor feel ashamed of the failure you felt after your last battle or how you need to prove yourself for just being accepted into the Legion. I have said before I care nothing for honors or glories. I can not promise you any, for our wars will be forgotten and hidden from the Imperium. We are the monster hunters, the outcasts, and the left hand of the Emperor. All we have will be us, our allies, and trust in one another. I said I would never lie to you, and I won't start now," he said, pausing, looking out about to speak.

Suddenly, the massive entrance doors forced open as a lone Primaris Astartes began to limp forward left arm hung broken and useless. The armor that the warrior wore in a horrible state of battered, gouged, and sections were missing. A broken greatsword was held within his right hand, but one could quickly tell he is left-handed. Gwyn notice hanging from the Astartes' belt is a collection of severed heads of lesser daemons. He saw next is it quite impossible for the Astartes had dragged behind him with large hooks shoved into a Great Unclean One, Keeper of Secrets, Lord of Change, and Bloodthirster following behind the single Witcher. The next shock is the pack of massive dire wolves following the warrior as the alpha.

Finally, the warrior knelt, resting the broken blade against the floor; "My Lord Gwyn." came a hoarse and cracked voice of a tired yet not broken warrior.

Uther and a few Apothecary coming forward but stopped with a raised hand of Gwyn. The Primarch stepped forward, removing his ring, causing his aura to appear, which made even the strongest Null of the Legion feel uncomfortable; even the Duardin shuffled their feet but stubbornly stood in place. Gwyn places a hand on top of his son's head, waiting, but nothing happened, easing Gwyn's concern of the possibility of possession from a Daemon.

"Your name, my son," he asked, staring down at the collection of the lesser daemon from all four Chaos Gods and the Greater Daemons heads behind the warrior. "How long have you been in the immaterium?" Gwyn added, seeing that look before when he entered the realm.

"I am Artorias, my Lord." The now named Astartes whispered, licking his lips almost as if he wished he didn't say the next thing, but he did as asked. "Too long, my lord, far too long." A haunted look came from Artorias' eyes as he spoke.

Gwyn patted Artorias' shoulder before stepping back; "I at this moment give the titles of Abysswalker and Abyssal Grandmaster of the Abyssal Knights. High King Thorgrim, if you please," Gwyn asked, looking at his Dawi friend.

"Aye," he grunted out motion to one of the Runelords, who stepped forward with a massive case which Gwyn took saying thanks to the ancient Dawi.

The Nameless King opened up the case causing a massive power greatsword to float out of the enormous case. Gwyn had the Dawi created the Greatsword of Artorias, cursed, for whoever will become the Abyssal Grandmaster of the Abyssal Knights. The sword is a perfect replica of the sword from the video game Dark Souls. The black sheer off the blade to the handle down to the littlest detail remade. Gwyn held it out for all to see before taking the broken power sword from Artorias.

"This shall be your sword you will wield as Grandmaster of the Abyssal Knights. You shall scourge across the Great Crusade for the evil of our enemy. You are burden with keeping the secrets of the warp from our cousins forever away from us by your duty. However, you and the Abyssal Knights shall be the hunters in the darkest corners from Daemon to Xenos. Now rise Artorias the Abysswalker wield your new blade for the Second and Emperor." Gwyn announces as the wounded and tired Artorias took the handle of the greatsword.

Artorias marvels at the rightness he felt holding the greatsword as if his arm is finally complete. It made him wonder what it will feel like to wield it with his dominant hand. He slowly stood feeling the pain as his pack went around him, protective as always ever since he saved their lives as clubs on Chamon. The cheers and roars from his brothers caught him off guard. Artorias is the youngest of the Firstborn Terran Legionaries, the last batch before their near legion death. He raised his blade in saluted to his brothers, which they return. The hand of Gwyn descended upon his shoulder, making him look up to Gwyn seeing in his Primarch's eyes a sense of proudness for him and love.

"Uther," Gwyn called, which quickly got Uther and the other Apothecary came forward to ease the pain and burden of Artorias. Uther asked Artorias if he wished to leave, but the young Grandmaster refused, hoping to listen to their father speak to them before coming forward in such a fashion. Gwyn laughed upon hearing his son say such things.

He walked forward once again, looking out, deciding to change his speech; "Look upon our enemies, my sons. Look upon our true enemies, which our Legion will fight in an endless war during the Great Crusade." Gwyn said, waving his hand to the heads of the Daemons. "These are lies and malice thoughts formed in the immaterium that believe themselves Daemons and our souls' playthings for their amusement. We aren't just trying to unify humanity under the Aegis of the Imperial Aquila but trying to save Humanity's very being from these Daemons of the Warp. Just like Artorias, I, too, have been trapped into the warp. I have been to the realm of Chaos. I will not speak these so-call 'Gods' names not out of fear, but power for their name hold power. However, I shall call them something else so we shall know them, but do not worry, your ghost shall provide additional information about our enemies and my journey in the warp." Gwyn said, telling them everything.

Gwyn spoke of the visions he saw within the Realm of Chaos from the sickness-filled gardens of Grandfather Nurgle, the vast desires and tempting Pleasure Palaces of Slaanesh, the skull blood-filled Brass Citedal of Khorne, and finally the every changing Crystal Labyrinth of Tzeentch. However, the Primarch did not stop. He spoke of possible visions of the future of the Imperium and how all his sons shall be wary and trust their brotherhood. He told of images of the end with Primarchs betraying the Imperium or even how the Emperor, himself, shall betray his ideals. Gwyn left nothing hidden to his sons about his oath to the Emperor and how they shall watch for the corruption, but the Primarch spoke of hope. He expressed how he knew everything force for him to see is a lie, for those beings are liars for their choice, decisions, and lives within their hands, no one else, not even him. Gwyn finally finished speaking, allowing his sons to process and think of what Gwyn told them. The Primarch stayed silent for a long time, waiting as many of his sons looked at one another, almost having a conversation from a single look. It wasn't long before Ornstein stood forward-looking, far more confident and sure of himself than the first time Gwyn saw the former Legion Master.

"Father," Ornstein began lifting his head, staring right at Gwyn's storm blue eyes, "You gave us a choice and chance. You gave us an option if we wish to continue as the new Rubicon Primaris saying that you will not force us into the change. You knew our honors and accepted us even after my failure as a leader. You gave us the chance to prove to ourselves that we are worthy of these new gifts and prove our worth in your eyes even if we didn't need to." Ornstein said as he slammed his fist against his chest. "I will follow you, father, until the end. Whatever that may be, I will continue following you. As my Primarch, Commander, Lord, and Father." Ornstein yelled as one every single legionary slammed their fists into the chest.

Gwyn gave them all a smile bowing his head in honor; "Thank you, my sons, and I shall keep my oath and faith in me. However, first I shall reveal our new name, motto, weapons, and power armors we shall use for the Great Crusade." He announces as everyone stood straight.

Gwyn reached over to another case opening it up, revealing a majestic spear crafted in the highest quality material as he activated the rune upon the handle, causing the tip of the spear to come alive with lightning. The spear appearance is a perfect match of Dragonslayer spear from Dark Souls III with the added lighting ability like Gwyn's Nameless swordspear. The cross-section of the spear even looked impressive with the designs of dragons engraved into the spear staff. He held out the power spear for all to see before holding onto the weapon as the blade pointed to the ceiling.

"Dragonslayer Ornstein, step forward. I give you the honor of being my Equerry and Commander of the Grey of 1st Company of the newly formed Storm Lords. The Dragonslayer Spear is yours to wield, for you are the only Astartes ever to claim the title of Dragonslayer beside myself throughout Azyr." Gwyn announces as Ornstein looked shocked, retaining his rank and titles within the newly name Storm Lords.

Ornstein stepped forward, slowly bowing his head before holding out his hands as Gwyn place the spear within his grasp, wrapping his fingers around the weapon. The sense of completion came to Ornstein, which he never felt before until he held this weapon in his grip. He looked up at his father before bowing his head again in honor.

"I shall give everything to be your Equerry and Commander of the First Company; father," Ornstein said, head bowed.

Gwyn had a smile; "I know my son, and just like everyone else, I know they shall do me proud and honor the Storm Lords too." He said before looking out to all his sons. "The breaking down into Companies shall begin after this gathering. I wish to speak with the old and new Commander of the Grey to know their duties to the Storm Lords. However, what I am to show you be what you use for the Great Crusade." Gwyn said, motion for the Duardin.

The Runelords and Grandmasters pushed a few buttons, causing the floor to open up, revealing seven different power armors coming up from the ground. They were all covered by a sheet so no one could see them. However, they didn't have to wait long before Gwyn pulled away far more developed, advanced, and versatile-looking power armor than any of the Astartes have ever seen in their lives. Each four of the power armor looked like they could protect them from everything. The three massive, monstrous power armors beside the four power armor are tiny, not well protected.

"These seven power armor is what the Storm Lords shall use to wage war and bring forth the thunder and lightning. The Tacticus armor, Garvis heavy armor, jump pack and grav chute Omnis-Pattern armor, and lightweight Phobos armor. These power armors are for line Astartes, Sergeants, Lieutenants, Captains, and Commander of the Grey." Gwyn explained the use for each armor.

The three monstrous power armor were highly advance-looking war suits, highly sleek in design, heavily armor even weaponry looked deadly. The first in the line had large, layered pauldrons and pteruges protecting the elbows and thigh joints. There were even additional plating and shield generators upon the suit. The second armor is just as heavy yet seemed far more movement with protection around the helmet. There seems to have no loss of durability in the suit either from what many Leiongaries could tell from viewing the war suit. The final armor is by far the most prominent and most extensive out of the three armors. The helmet seemed more like a knight's helmet with resting on its forearm a weapon.

"These are known as Terminator armor that only the Elite of each Chapter 1st Company, Honor Guard, Captain, or Commanders of the Grey. These three will spread across the whole Legion, but you must be ready for the training is difficult, but the results are worth the challenge. These armors were called Cataphractii Pattern, Tartaros Pattern, and Aegis Pattern Tactical Dreadnought armors. These armors shall protect you against the worst and will bring the thunder upon all our enemies. However, as I said before, the training is difficult to prepare yourself if you chose this path." Gwyn said, allowing his sons to see the most technologically advanced armors before them and the terminator armor, which the Imperium hasn't even discover.

Gwyn then showed off the weaponry from the different styles of Bolt rifles and types the legion shall use, from heavy bolt rifle to occulus carbine. It wasn't long before the exotic weaponry appeared, from the melta rifle, plasma incinerator, and grav-gun, to name a few. The Storm Lords were prepared for war now and whatever the future shall bring against them. Once the preparation finished, Gwyn stared out to the Astartes, seeing and sensing a mixture of pride and readiness for what they ready to become for their father, but also the Imperium if needed.

"We are the Storm Lords, my sons. We bring thunder and lightning against our enemies. Ours is the Fury can be our warcry if you wish for fury is what we get upon all that face us. The symbol of our Legion is Ghal Maraz in the center bolts of lightning on either side with flames licking the bottom of the hammer; on either side holding the hammer is a grey-blue outline Griffin and a grey-black outline dragon. However, I believe our Motto is far more critical, a reminder for all of us, In War, Victory. In Peace, Vigilance, In Death, Sacrifice. That is the motto of the Storm Lords, a reminder of our duty to ourselves and those we help protect and defend. I will tell you that many will hate us and fear us for being Pariahs, Blanks, and Nulls. We are fundamentally different from everyone else out in the galaxy that only people like us will ever understand us. So remember our brotherhood, your brothers, our allies, and yourselves sons." Gwyn said as everyone took a knee, bowing their heads to their Father.

No one said anything for a long time until Gwyn gave the nod; "We are officially joining the Great Crusade as the 2nd Expeditionary fleet. Prepare yourselves, my sons, for we go to war to fight the dark things throughout the galaxy away from evergrowing Imperium borders." Gwyn said in a severe voice as Storm Lords kept their heads down.

The silence continued until finally nodding his head; "Dismissed, prepare yourself physically, mentally, or any way possible. The garrison bay onboard will allow all of you easy installment of armor choices." Gwyn ordered them rose about to leave until slamming their fist against their chest regarding their Father.

Thorgrim grunted, nodding, "You have some strong lads there, Gwyn." High King said after only a few of the Storm Lords remain wishing to explore the Mausoleum of Realms but secretly watching their Father.

"They did that all themselves, Thorgrim. I had nothing to do with it, but thank you still." Gwyn said, turning to look at all eight members of the Duardin race reaching Ancestor age. "I guess you have finished it?" he asked, trying to keep his excitement in check.

The two Duardin leaders did a powerful sniff before giving their nods which caused Gwyn's armor to reveal its glory. The armor is hands down can be Artificer armor with the dull storm grey coloring with engraved Dawi runes upon pauldrons, kneecaps, and forearms of the armor. Even a cloak of shimmering black fabric wrapped around the shoulders while at the black fur trim on the edges. The helmet is in the style of Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin from Tolkien's creation of the First Age. Dragon-helm had the signature dragon on the crown of the helmet traveling down, almost looking like the original Glaurung too. The faceplate helmet is far more like the Grey Knights' Aegis armor. Gwyn took a closer look upon the armor, realizing that the Artificer armor holds all the most extraordinary metals across the Azyr system. The engraving showed arcs of lightning with thick storm clouds spread across the armor. The final thing he notices correctly upon the gorget is the eight realms evenly passed. The Primarch is speechless seeing his armor looking at the Duardin craftsmen.

"Thank you for your generous and remarkable gift. I shall honor it forever as long as I breathe," the Primarch whispered, bowing before the far superior craftsmen.

The Duardin waved off such remarks saying that it is debt for all he did for them and being a Duardin friend also meant a lot to them too, which Gwyn truly honor the title. The group continues to speak about the logistical of the coming Great Crusade, from military forces to gathering ships. The conversation continued for a bit longer until Gwyn was finally alone within the Mausoleum of Realms after everyone left to prepare to join the Great Crusade in the next few weeks.

"Tael, Tatl," Gwyn said as two ghosts appeared, both wearing different shells, one wearing a dark purple body while the other in a yellow body. The two ghosts floated around Gwyn before stopping right in front of him. "Did you two get everything you needed doing while I distracted everyone on Terra?" he asked his two ghosts.

"Yes," the yellow one spoke, "Tael went to the depths of the Imperial Palace scanning everything. While I did some digging within the Sigillite's office and quarters," Tatl said quite proudly in a female-sounding voice puffing out her invisible chest.

Tael blinked; "I was able to get a lot of good scans and pieces of information off some of the engines down there. No found out, especially with everyone looking at you, Gwyn," Tael said, a bit quieter than Tatl.

Gwyn gave a nod of his head, pleased that his plan works while on Terra poking at Malcador and Revelation the way he did. He needed to prepare if things did hit the fan, especially if the Hesery did happen. Gwyn couldn't bet on what little knowledge the Nameless King still had not when Gwyn already made sure big waves in one system. He found he supposed nonexistent brother Alpharius secreting on board his ship told him plans needed to be in place for everything and anything.

"Good work, you two. I am glad you were able to find out things on Terra. Did you have the same luck on Mars?" he inquired from his two ghosts.

"We did, but we were far more careful. One of those strange robe fellows seemed to detect us a few times. However, Tatl did add more protection to Vault when you asked us to take a look while you were away. We couldn't open it, but we made sure that anyone who is trying will have a challenging time forcing it open now." Tael said, quite happy with their success.

"YEP, easy peasy," Tatl announces, spinning around at a job well done.

The Storm King gave the nod; "Thank you both of you. Why don't you take a rest and some time off? You both will be significantly busier now that we will join the Great Crusade now." Gwyn said as the two Ghost gave the nod before disappearing again, leaving Gwyn alone.

The silence is pleasant to Gwyn, especially for what is about to come. He turned his head, looking up to the holographic image of the solar system of Azyr. Gwyn kept staring at it for a long time before letting out a sigh and a shake of his head. He looked back at the armor, which remains unknown for the moment. However, right now, he had work to do for the Great Crusade is upon him.

"Let's hope I know what I am doing," Gwyn whispered to himself, leaving the Mausoleum of Realms to begin preparation for an enormous challenge of his life.

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Several Days Later on Dracothion

Gwyn looked out to the void on the bridge of Dracothion, arms crossed over his armor chest. He now wears Aegis of the Storm Ghal Maraz resting at his hip; four guns hung from the back of his hip, Nameless resting against his back, and Anguirel the opposite side of Ghal Maraz. The Primarch didn't wear the Dragon-helm for its rest, magnetized strapped to his waist too. He glances over to Adalmann von Hopfberg doing last-minute checks with other ships within the massive 2nd Expeditionary fleet under Gwyn's command. Dracothion took the lead of this immense fleet with the two gigantic Gloriana-class battleships on either side of the overshadowing warship of Dracothion.

"Lord Primarch Admiral Rae Sloane reports the Weisshaupt is ready for warp travel. I also have reports from Admiral Natasi Daala of the newly christened battleship of Morgraig is ready too." Star-Lord Admiral von Hopfberg announce.

Gwyn gave the nod glancing to the newly repaired Gloriana-class battleship named Morgraig prepared for action. He let out a sigh remembering how so many sons wish to continue the path of the Witcher. Gwyn is just lucky that four experience Terran Primaris will take up the role as Grandmasters of the Witchers. He had four schools, the Bear, Wolf, Griffin, and Viper, created now since he felt like those four would never return to the Legion fully. Gwyn thought of Arnaghad the Bear, Barmin the One-Eye Wolf, Erland of Chamon, and Ivar the twin fang will forever become Master Witchers for the Legion. However, Gwyn understood why he just wished he could get on Glaurang's back and fly away.

"Is House Malaspina ready to fulfill their duties to the Storm Lords Star-Lord Admiral Hopfberg?" he asked, happy to gain such a prompt house but also learning a few of their secrets.

After Gwyn's return, he meets with Elsa telling him about the young Heiress from House Malaspina. The young Elodia had been so nervous once he took her as his very first meeting back after meeting his sons. The conversation between the two told Gwyn all the Primarch needed to know about the House, but the Nameless King saw the potential. However, that wasn't all for the reports he looked over, seeing ship Captains both Kharadon and naval personal spoke a smoother sail, but finding hidden routes through the sea told him everything he needed. So Gwyn made a pact with House Malaspina, saying they shall navigator their ships. Elodia had been so shocking that she almost wept right in front of Gwyn. House Malaspina has proved themselves ten times already that even the Kharadon Overlords approve of their skills in sailing the Sea.

"Yes, Lord of Storms," Hopfberg respond without looking up from his duties.

Gwyn gave a nod of his head, pleased with the results, before sighing out, "Than shall we start the War Council already sent us our first couple of systems to target. We shall show our worth to the eyes watching us, I guess," Gwyn said, turning around his shimmering cloak fluttered, heading to the command platform.

Once, he stood on top, looking out to the massive fleet and everyone looking at Gwyn, eyes filled with excitement, but also an honor for being a part of the 2nd Expeditionary fleet. He notices Ornstein standing proud in his new armor, holding his spear ready while Elsa and Druuna stood on the other side, giving Gwyn a gentle smile and nodding. He returned their nod going back to staring at the void.

"Attention 2nd Expeditionary fleet. We are about to embark on joining the Great Crusade. I don't ask for much from my sons and friends. I only ask you to come back alive and don't waste your lives. We have a long, dangerous road ahead of us so prepare. We are bringing forth the storm and all that it entails." Gwyn paused for a moment allowing build-up. "Begin warp jump," Gwyn announced.

The Expeditionary fleet began tearing holes into the warp, disappearing into the unknown heading off the war for the Storm Lords now return to the front lines of the Great Crusade stronger, better, and a Primarch at their head. The Great Crusade for the Storm Lords has officially begun.

Author Notes: I am apologizing for my terrible Greenskin conversation. I will try to do better, but I couldn't get the right tone, wording, or vibe off. I am sorry once again. Thank you for continuing to read my story. I am deeply honored that I have almost broken 10,000 views, so thank you. I will now begin the Great Crusade for the Storm Lords. So I hope you continue reading for things that will hopefully get very interesting. Thank you again for reading my story. I am glad some people are enjoying it.