Hey all trying something new again… even though I said I wouldn't do another one so eh… enjoy and do please leave feedback.Ave Imperator
The New War
Aboard the Black Templars Crusade ship Imperator Invictus a sole marine stood In the Training halls wielding his power sword in combat forms and drills, sweat pours off of him like rain, his muscles burning and body aching. But he continues, faith in the God-Emperor, and his duty until death fueling his drive like a roaring fire
The combat drills instilled into him over the Hundred years of service and honour has honed his blade craft to that of master swordsman, A chaplain enters the hall with his helm secure on his hip "we have a distress call from an imperial guard regiment about orks… drop is in 10 brother arm yourself" with that the chaplain leaves to most likely go to the Apothecarium.
The Marine wanders the halls towards the armory, entering and quickly moving towards the Techpriests. Who quickly scans his body and face for identification, placing upon him a bodyglove that connected his Black Carapace to his armor. Allowing the Servitors time to spur to life and display a green hologram appears "Cpt. Roman Cyrrius, Armour: Mark X: Gravis' ' "just after the many pieces that make up his warplate were placed upon him to complete his armor, the Astarte could feel then power up. His nerves connected with the armor as if it was a second skin, and it's servos synchronized themselves with every movement of his muscle, the armor's sensors appeared in his field of view and the helmet gave him data readings. He stepped off the arming platform his footfalls echo through the halls as his armour was heavy. As he was given his master crafted power sword and shield while his Iron halo flickered to life ready for war.
On the planet below:
A great Rift opened on the planet's surface as Daemons of Tzeentch poured forth, the brave Cadian and Kreig hold the line and man the great bastions of defense but it could hold only so long as traitors of the XV legion, The Thousand Sons legion and its sorcerers came from the portal firing bolters and Warp energies at the tanks and bunkers and their warlord appeared his chest draped in a cloth and his breastplate only peaked and his gold and blue pauldrons glimmered in the sunlight, from his ornate helmet his eyes Scanned the battlefront smoking in eldritch energies "Secure that base" was all the warlord said as he pointed ahead at the Guardsmen post.
All the Guards commander could do was watch in horror as brave men died to horrors or mutate into horrid abominations from the machinations of the sorcerer but that was before a signal appeared on his planetary map and a glimmer of hope appeared as showed black templars vessel appear on his map.
Aboard the Battle Barge:
Roman could see his brothers arm to the Inceptors preparing to drop and surprise the enemy from orbit to aggressors marching in with heavy wargear into drop pods waiting for deployment to tactical marines and intercessors boarding thunder hawks for rapid deployment to himself getting in a drop pod to deliver merciless retribution with his assault squad, soon he felt the lurch upwards as the pod sailed downwards towards the planets surface, he could hear the thundering booms of many other pods launch afterwards and what seemed like days the pod shook as it struck the earth and the doors lurched open on the battlefield as boltshells and other various weapons fired and cracked the dry blood red earth.
The commander of the Guard now seeing the black templars land and devastate the thousand sons forces gains some courage back "Fight onwards men, For the emperor!" And with that the guard rallied and pushed onwards pushing even daemons back as the guard saw the honoured black templars and forgotten about their near defeat at the hands of the daemons and traitors, Roman now seeing the battle tipping in their favour charged at the Thousand sons warlord hoping to cut the head off of the enemies moral and perhaps even redeem the souls of the Rubrics, He pitied the thousand sons they were betrayed by horus and thus having to betray the emperor 'I'm too much like my brothers in the Imperial fists rather than the Honoured black templars' he mused
The Warlord saw the heavy primaris captain charge him and threw bolts of mutating lightning which only bounced of the iron halos protective shield so in a desperate last attempt he opened a warp portal at the captains feet only big enough to banish the captain, as if slow motion he watched the captain sink into the portal below but in reality it was only mere seconds as the battle continued and the assault squad pushing to avenge their fallen captain.
In the warp:
A glowing golden light gazed upon the unmoving form of the templar and it was surprised to find him still alive, so he sent the templar to another realm as the warp was the fabric of what laid beneath reality but only in this world the warp had free reign
Japan 1912:
The air was crisp and cold where the smell of blood travelled far and wide near Mount Nagatomo where at the base thunder cracked and lightning burned the grass and a tear of reality spat fourth a black object before promptly closing just as quickly it appeared. The black individual was none other than Captian Roman who quickly got his bearings and stood upright is battle honed senses feeling out danger from the mountain ahead of him as he picked up his shield and sword and pressed onwards where many Massive spider cocoons could be found and a very pale girl in what looks to be a robe was sat and she turned to him to which he first thought was paint but clearly seen it as Mutations of pigmentations "where am I girl?" Asked roman as he made his way towards her towering over her like a giant "sorry?" She said in a clearly foreign language but his helmet was able to pick up what language it was and fed the language through the cogitators in his warplate "Where am I" he repeated but in the local language "Mountain Nagatomo" came the clear and frightened response as for her the marine didn't look human as his form was covered head to to in steel and intimidating iconography, the marine seeing this sheathed his sword and placed his shield down to release his helm with a sharp hiss of pressure, revealing his long black locks and war hardened face "is this better little one?" He asked his voice not booming from his vox caster.
The Girl, quite clearly shocked that a human was under all that steel was still quite fearful but nodded "okay" he said as he gained a small smile "could you tell me your name?" "I dont have one…" said the clearly fearful girl, the marine thought for a moment before speaking in a kind tone "would you like to have one?" All the marine could see was a glimmer of hope in her eyes "yes!"
Hey its Ry and if you have read my fics then you know the drill but if this your first then I hope you enjoyed and please leave a comment on your thoughtsAlso I now have a discord server and I have left a link on my Profile so if you wish to contact me. Use that, see you all next chapter.