001 M.35, Terra
As The Emperor worked on his Primarch Project, He paused stopping at the Primarch of the 2nd Legion smiling at each of the pods, He imparted his love for Humanity into his Sons But one of his Sons he ensured that they had Compassion but their greatest flaw is the fear of failure which will drive them to great deeds, Deeds that will one day be forgotten and would later be talked about by Gulliman, Just as the Dark Gods sent the Gestation pods of all 20 Primarchs across the Galaxy…
Near Franc, Hon'au Village, Rygusa Clan.
6 Years old and Atripox sat down with his Parents and siblings, He is the First Born of his family and as his family was about to eat, An Imperial Army soldier kicked the door open, Much to their shock and surprise, Atripox's father grabbed a Sword and tried to kill the man but he was hit in the mouth by the Soldier's Butt-stock of his Autogun, Another soldier entered and before anything bad could happen, He was cut off by Atripox who stood with his Father's saber in one hand, Clutching an Ancient M1911 Pistol.
"Well, Well, I guess you're tryna defend yer family." The Soldier said as his Buddy aimed his weapon before the man pushed the barrel of his Buddy's Autogun down before the Soldier knelt down, His Black hair cut to a Buzzsaw and his Green eyes bespoke warmth and kindness.
"I'm sorry, My trooper hit you in the face sir, We've recently got out of a big battle to the North, We're kinda wary of Partisanzis (Partisans) Operating in the region." The Sergeant said to Atripox's father as he knelt down before the boy, Smiling before asking for the Pistol, Atripox contemplated for a bit before asking in High Gothic befitting the Son of a Clan Chieftain that his Family and his Clan be protected from the Witch-rysers (Witches and Demons) who has troubled his Clan for centuries.
"Yes, We will but first There's a Thunder-Warrior who will see you escorted to the Emperor." The man said as Atripox handed the Officer his Family's Pistol and sword and marched off, He will be among the Recruits of Franc that will be part of the 2nd Legion whose Temperament for Combined Arms tactics will earn them wide-spread fame and fear…
Meanwhile, On Gallia… Near the Urteros' Plateau.
Catiola of Hel'forth Clan sat amid the ruins of an Ancient building with her Best Friends, Alluci and Magunna the Three were inseparable, Magunna was her Adopted Sister after Magunna's Parents were killed in a raid by a Rival Tribe, Alluci was her lover and stood to in-herit the leadership of the Tribe, When suddenly something metallic hit the pavement in-front of them, Alluci shielded the two sisters before standing up and bellowing into his Horn whilst Catiola and Magunna walked forth, Gasping upon Seeing a Babe left in the Pod.
"Well, Hello there Little one." Catiola picked up the Baby, His brown hair and blue eyes stared back into her own Brown eyes.
"He's beautiful… Alluci, Gather the druids we need to see if the Gods Granted him upon us." Catiola requested to the Heir of the Hel'Forth Clan to which he nodded just as the Rival Tribe the Avernni charged at them, Fortunately for the Hell'Forth, The gods protected them sending righteous sky-fire upon them, Allowing the Hell'forth to retreat in good order, But events will later lead to them and the Baby being Inexorably linked…
Within The Hel'forth Tribal camp, The Druids' Hut.
The entire tribe sans guards stood at the Druids' Hut, Everyone of them gathered to see if the Babe in front of them would be their damnation or their Salvation…
As the Druids chanted, The babe sensed the Spiritual nature of this ritual let out a great cry one that sent the fire in-front of the babe to have multi-colored flames, Shocking the Natives even then the babe settled down in Catiola's breast, Everyone felt strangely awed, The air felt different… No longer were they scared oh no, Far from it, They felt invigorated and Catiola and Alluci decided to get married, Bringing a father and Mother into the Infant's life and the moulding of a Primarch and proud leader begins…
Hello! Everyone, Say hello to my 2nd Legion the Sons of Gallia, I may call them the Franc-Born for the vast Majority until the Unite with their Primarch, now Why Franc? Simple: I based these guys off of Gaul, And I won't reveal too much as to my Primarch's name but it is a Play on Vericingetorix's Name and I promise you all, This will be a nice new story, I will put Stellaris Origins on Hold til I finish either Call of RWBY or This story, Now I am aware people might flame me or may hate me.
Let me make something clear, YOUR LEGION Is your choice who you want, what you want I'm gonna make my own 11th Legion soon, Maybe make these fuckers the Equivilent of the Russians with Cossacks Calvary.
See y'all later Signed Jack Smith.