Chapter 4
How to Create an Army
Starring the Primarchs
Deep in the asteroid ship called, The Rock, home to the Dark Angels Space Marines, there is a special tomb in the bowels of this piece of a planet of what was once Caliban. This isn't just a tomb with a steel image of Lion El'Jonson, it is a stasis pod where the Lion himself resides while being healed by the Watchers with a variety of machines to monitor the Lion's health. These tiny, green hooded figures are keeping an eye on the first Primarch that the Emperor recovered. However, the lid pops open and slowly moves aside. Once fully open, there is a huge yawn heard from this casket followed by an armored left hand stretching out. Lion sits straight up after 10,000 years of slumber as the Watchers back away from this knightly Primarch.
"Thou has enjoyedeth his nap." he says in a knightly fashion.
A helmet dropped onto the floor. Lion looks over and see three of his sons that are in shock and awe by their father's awakening. The one who dropped his helmet is the Supreme Grand Master (Chapter Master) of the Dark Angels, Azrael, with his jaw dropped and baffled. To his right is Belial, master of the Deathwing first company of the Dark Angels who just dropped his sword. To Azrael's left is the Master of Repentance, Asmodai.
"L-...Lion El'Jonson!" Asmodai shouts in surprise, "Yo- You're...I mean..." he falls over and starts to spasm uncontrollably as if he's having a stroke. And starts gargling.
"F-Father." Azrael is amazed, "You're awake." he and Belial kneel before their Primarch.
"Whoth exactly of you all?" Lion asks in a confuse state, "Thou seem de be wearing the garb of de Dark Angels.
"It's very good to see you, our lord." Belial speaks. "We've been awaiting for your awakening for thousands of years."
"It is good to see you, my lord." Azrael speaks. "Allow me to explain the situation that is at hand."
To make a long story short, Azrael explained the events that took place while he was asleep after the Horus Heresy. Things such as the battles the Imperium has gone to, the Great Rift, Guilliman's awakening, the returning of other Primarchs and Magnus' redemption, the Emperor has a text-to-speech device, and the Dark Angels nearly started a war with the Adeptus Mechanicum while chasing after Cypher.
Lion just look at them before speaking, "...I'm gonna drop my chivalry for a moment and say; HOW FUCKING LONG WAS I ASLEEP AND WHAT THE SHIT!?" he yells at the end.
This is the part where the intro comes in, but I recommend watching it on YouTube before GW tries to erase everything. And I thought the Emperor's own hubris will be his undoing. I think they should learn from that lesson before things get worse.
Over at the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra, Kitten is there with Rogal Dorn, Roboute Guilliman and Magnus the Red along with the three perverted Custodes as they try to get in contact with any available Space Marine Chapters, Imperial Guard regiments, and any other military resources they can get despite the Great Rift in the galaxy that is slowing everything down. Corvus Corax is there and is trying to use other Chapters that have descended from his Raven Guard. So is Jaghatai Khan calling for any Chapter Legions that isn't busy. Then Leman Russ enters.
"Sorry I'm late." Leman says yet looks at Magnus with disdain as Magnus looks back at him with the same look.
"Hello, Lemon Wolf-Fucker." Magnus insults Leman in a passive-aggressive tone.
"Hello, Cyclopean Sorcerous Nerd brother of mine."
Kitten looks at Leman, "Oh good, you're here."
Leman looks at Kitten, "Why am I here, Cat-Man of the Custodes?" He doesn't seem happy to be there. Especially that Magnus is there and they still despise each other.
"Because we need your help making contact with any Chapter Legions that have descended from your Space Wolves." Kitten explains, "Resources here on Holy Terra are about to run low in a few years since half the galaxy is now divided in half by warp storms after the 13th Black Crusade."
Karstodes lowers a piece of parchment, "I thought we renamed them, Space Corgis?"
Leman charges over and grabs Karstodes by the throat, "Listen here ye Slaaneshy milksop fuck!" He is very angry, "I did not leave Fenris in a middle of getting rid of all the bloody Warp Spawns caused by that war just to get whatever sons I have that isn't in honorable combat just so I can see that red fucker book nerd that is a terrible excuse of a brother! Even worse when I keep telling every single inquisitorial bitch that they are to remain Space Wolves! Not corgis! We are not some short, stubby canine with a bit of a chubby belly that are treated as house pets! We're wolves that can track and kill with not mercy! Wolves that have done many bloody executions in father's name! Ye milksop!"
Corvus says, "Even I find that this place of golden brilliance blinding my eyes as if they're being stabbed by thousands upon thousands of nano needles while being in constant pain in its brilliant presence."
Magnus says, "Then why aren't you wearing those special spectacles?"
"Oh right." Corvus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. "Much better. I shall be never be blinded by the golden beauty of this palace, nevermore."
Then Magnus says to Leman, "Look, we all have our differences in the past, but this is an ever growing crisis. We need to bury the hatchet, move past it, and save Terra. The technology in the new systems might help with the Golden Throne. Some of it has degraded overtime and if it goes down, so does humanity in general. Let's not forget that the Golden Throne is what's keeping Throne-Father alive as well as act as a giant lighthouse in the Warp necessary for travel. That and he's still keeping the Warp hole in what was once the human webway to keep the daemons out. So we can't keep bickering and try to save the angry lich."
Many find Magnus' words profound and true as they were shock to hear them.
But Rogal ruins it, "Since when did you and Leman had a hatchet and where did you buried it?"
Magnus looks at Rogal, "Rogal, I really need to get you a book about sarcasms and figure of speech. Maybe you'll understand what those words actually mean."
Rogal thinks about it for a moment, "Very well. I would like to know what some people mean by 'cliffhanger'. I still don't understand what that means."
Magnus looks at his parchment, "Right. So I've made contact with the Blood Ravens and they said that they're in. We're getting the 3rd and 5th Companies along with Whirlwinds, Land Speeders, a few Dreadnoughts, Predator tanks and a few Terminators. I even got some Grey Knights to join in as well."
AN: Just to tell you ahead of time, the chapters you are about to read are from Homebrew's Free Use category. There maybe a few official ones here and there.
Corvus looks at his parchment, "As for me, I called upon the Jackal Claws. They're skill in stealth and recon are second to my Raven Guard yet they do have a gene deficiency that involve being able to turn into shadows. They're guerilla tactics can come in handy and experts in salvaging anything they can find. I called upon their 3rd, 5th and 6th Cackles. For those that don't know, Cackles means Companies in their tongue. As for any problems, I called in the Black Guard. Seem overkill given that they do some serious overkill and half-measures, but they're the only other free chapter I can get right now."
Leman checks to see if any Chapter Legions are available via data slate to see who's in combat and who is not.
Rogal then says who he called. "I've already have all the Sigismunds of the Black Templars. They'll lend us their aid and experiences with this new faction in the Segmentum Pacificus. I even bringing my Imperial Fists in order to build fortresses and bases on any of the planets to secure a foothold before constructing mining facilities and manufactorums. Lastly, I called upon the Blades of Dorn since they're the only other Chapter Legion available in the Segmentum Pacificus. They're sending their 2nd, 3rd and even 7th Orders to aid us in our crusade. Orders mean Companies to my sons of the Blades of Dorn."
Custodisi clears his throat before telling who he recruited. "Okay, I managed to call in a few Imperial Guard regiments that aren't in combat that will take time to go over. I called in the Catachan Jungle Fighters, the Tallarn Desert Raiders and Vostroyan Firstborn. I have no idea what kind of environment we'll be in, so I would like to keep our options open for experts of these environments. I even called in the Praetorian Guards for urban combat. I got regiments of the Armageddon Steel Region, Cadian Shock Troops, the Kronus Liberators and the Kauravan Conservators. So we have a sizeable army of normals."
Wamuudes states, "At least we have plenty of meat shields."
Guilliman looks at Wamuudes with a serious look, "Oh really? Tell me this; if all the normals die and no one is left to turn into servitors, whose gonna make your body oil?"
Wamuudes just duck his head in the parchment in his hands.
"That's what I thought."
He whispers to himself, "Please don't hate me."
"Who did you get, brother?" Karstodes asks Wamuudes.
"Right, um *clears throat*, right. I regret to inform you that I couldn't get any of the Dark Angels or their successors. As for the reason, they never said. Knowing them, they're probably trying to have a private party full of secrets or a secretive fapfest, I dunno." He looks back at his parchment, "As for any Iron Hands; I managed to get the Iron Hands themselves along with not one, but two of their successors. I managed to call forth the illustrious Templars of Steel. They're thrusting their way post-haste when word has spread about fighting new unfabulous enemies with whatever Orders they can spare. The Atomic Gladiators are thrusting their way here as well with their beautiful mechanical bodies. Bringing forth their Clans they can spare in the upcoming murder orgy of this new faction."
Guilliman looks at Wamuudes with shame, "Can you please keep quiet from this point forward? Or at the very least, stop being so lewd."
Wamuudes looks down, "Yes, my beloved big-daddy."
He facepalms, "For the love of everything sacred." He looks back at his parchment, "As for me, I called in a small Ultramarine force."
[Mass Groaning of Annoyance]
"I know you guys hate my Ultramarines because they have the most ridiculous plot armor in the galaxy. I only called in a small force that is being led by my Chapter Master. He...REALLY needs to get out of the palace back on Macragge."
On Macragge, Chapter Master Marneus Augustus Calgar of the Ultramarines is sobbing at a picture of Commissar Ciphas Cain. A large portrait of the commissar in a black frame with skulls on it while having candles providing light.
He looks at the portrait, "Farewell, my fellow mood kindred. Happy anniversary." and goes back to sobbing.
"I need to get his mind off of... Whatever he is doing. Then I recruited two other chapters. I called the Void Tridents. They specialize in void-ship to void-ship combat as well as boarding on space stations and defense platforms. They could handle most of the orbital defenses on whatever world we claim. Then there are the Blue Flames. They usually patrol the Eastern Fringes of the Devotio Sector and lost contact with them. But they're back and ready to fight with us. Even though they are my sons, they are a Codex-divergent Chapter Legion that like to use aerial attacks with their jump packs along with hit-and-run tactics. Sorta like the Raven Guard in some regard."
Corvus asks, "Are you sure they're your sons and not mine?"
"Yes. Their symbol is similar to the symbol of my Ultramarines yet with a blue flame."
"...Yeah. You're successors are stupid like that."
"Hey!"
Magnus speaks, "I did called upon two Chapter Legions of Vulkan's successors." he looks at Leman, "And I think you might some of these."
"Really?" Leman asks and is suspicious.
"I called in the Ice Dragons and the Silverbacks. One is from an ice world while another is from a jungle world. Like our sensible Custode there-"
"Thank you very much, Lord Hot Stuff!" Custodisi delights the fact he is being noticed by Magnus.
"-we need to explore our options. They are Vulkan's children and stuff... Buuuuuttt... You might need to take a look." He looks at Kitten, "Can you please?"
"On it!" Kitten turns on a projector he conveniently has.
The projector shows two different Astartes with the Ice Dragon on the left and Silverback on the right. The picture of the Ice Dragon shows a bald man with chalk-like skin, glowing red eyes and glowing red eyes along with his breath showing. The skin coloration is far different from the other Salamander successors, but the red eyes are unmistakable. The Silverback does have the obsidian colored skin, but has glowing golden colored eyes and sharpened incisors protruding from the bottom of their mouths almost like tusks or animal teeth.
"Wh-wh-what the fuck?" Karstodes tries to process.
"The fuck happened to Vulkan's children?" Corvus asks.
"It's like they got possess by the spirits of their home planet and messed with their gene-seeds." Jaghatai comments.
Kitten then explains, "The reason being is because due to the scarcity of the Salamanders gene-seeds and the Adeptus Mechanicus have done some modifications to some. They try to make special modifications to the Ice Dragons by making them tougher in extreme temperatures, radiation and remove some of the undesirable traits. As the result, the Ice Dragons have to live in absolute freezing temperatures and some of their organs wouldn't function properly. On the other hand, they are highly immune to toxins and viruses as well as able to use ice-based weapons. As for the Silverbacks, they were given the DNA of some extinct Terran gorilla yet there are plenty of them on their home planet, Wazari II. But like the Space Wolves, they are known for being brutally savage yet stoic and fierce loyalty in the battlefield. They are also known for using power fists and use animal noises as their battle cries."
"I'm starting to like these 'ere Chapter Legions of Vulkan." Leman is actually into the Ice Dragons and Silverbacks.
Karstodes then tells them about what Chapter Legions he got. "As for me, I chose the Flesh Eaters."
"Why them?" Magnus asks.
"Because they can take the Omophagea to a new level. That particular organ allows the marines to see the memories of any living being they ate and the Flesh Eaters can take that to an extreme. Better at cleaning up bodies by eating them and gain the collective knowledge of our opposition. Not only that, they can also inspire fear to the new enemies of the Imperium."
"Psychological warfare with intel gathering, eh? Crude, but effective."
Leman says, "I don't know what's worse: The fact that they eat people far more than all the others, or they are starting to sound like the devotees of Khorne."
Wamuudes speaks his mind, "Hope they kill enough normals so they get the message. Now I'm surprisingly turned on by that."
Karstodes moves on, "And I got the...hang on... The Golden Seraphs."
"Oh for Terra's sake!" Kitten doesn't approve of the Golden Seraphs.
"Wh-... What's wrong with the Golden Seraphs?"
"Is there a particular reason?" Magnus inquires.
Guilliman asks, "Are they worse than the Flesh Eaters in some way?"
Kitten takes a deep breath, "You know that the Sanguinor is sorta like a shard of Sanguinius, right?"
Guilliman remembers, "I think so. I think Dante said something about that, but I'm not exactly sure. After traveling through the galaxy and fighting numerous battles during my exiles, my mind might have slowly degrade after getting depressed."
"At least I can share my suffering with you." Corvus sympathize with Guilliman.
"Now's not the time, Corvus."
Magnus speaks, "At least you have your Eldar girlfriend to cheer you up."
"Haha- Whoa there!" Guilliman is acting nervous, "We're not- I mean- I, uh... [Nervous Laugh]"
"Are you truly seeing that Eldar woman, brother?" Rogal asks. "For that I understand. Humans and Eldar have let their hubris and arrogance get the better of them and allowed much of their empires to fall. I approve of your relationship with the Eldar woman you are seeing."
Jaghatai speaks, "At least it is not a Tau. Like someone in this room dated."
"BACK ON THE FUCKING SUBJECT!" Kitten yells. "The Golden Seraphs see the Sanguinor as a mistrustful Warp entity and an imposter! Calling him the 'False Angel' and would kill the Sanguinor on sight! Since we discover how effective the Proteus Protocol is effective at bringing a shard of the Emperor to life, we hope to do the same by combining all of the shards of Sanguinius together and bring him to life while using Sanguinius' main body that is in stasis to bring him back in all of his full glory! Yet the Golden Seraphs would hamper those in which the Blood Angels and all their successors would still suffer from their Red Thirst and Black Rage! So having them on the battlefield is a fucking terrible idea when we're trying to bring Sanguinius back and cure the Blood Angels!"
"Uh...oh, uh, oh... Ooohhh." Karstodes realizes his mistake. "Oops. Guess I can't stop them from joining the fray since they're already coming."
"YOU THINK!"
Jaghatai then proceeds, "We'll cross that bridge when we speed through it." He looks back at his parchment, "As for me, I called in the Grey Hounds and the Celestial Heralds. They all follow the same regiment and speed addiction as my White Scars, but some differences. For the Celestial Heralds, it is their beliefs but they do come from a planet similar to my own. As for the Grey Hounds, they're known for their savagery and some of the older marines have developed dog-like fangs quite similar to the Space Wolves with their wolf-fangs."
Kitten answers a phone attached to the servitor skull. "Hello?"
"Hounds and Wolves, eh?" Leman has taken an interest. "I think I would call upon my Space Wolves, but they're busy fighting defending Fenris."
"Okay, good, thanks." Kitten hangs up the phone. "Good news, Leman. The problem that you had on Fenris has been resolved. However, they might need a break from fighting against the Chaos Daemons that tried to invade."
"That is understandable." Rogal speaks. "If a Chapter Legion continues the fight with no breaks, they would break down and might rebel, just like the Iron Warriors. I learned about this from a video a commissar made about father's mistakes. One of them includes Perturabo. For what he says is true. Cast iron doesn't bend, it breaks. For that is what happened to the Iron Warriors and Perturabo and Horus took advantage of his ill state. I was starting to regret ever calling Perturabo a dirt smelling petulant manchild. He and his Iron Warriors were never given any glory or credit after dealing with the most treacherous, thankless tasks and sieges. Never be able to do what I do in my spare time. I feel rather...bad, but in actuality, terrible for him. I would give him an apology if I was given the chance."
AN: Check out Old Man Reacts for more details.
Everyone was in total awe that Rogal actually felt bad for Perturabo, a Primarch that has turn traitor.
"Wow." Guilliman is impressed, "Never thought I would hear that you feel terrible for Perturabo."
Yet Magnus asks, "Did that commissar mentioned me in any videos?"
"Yes. There is even a video on you as well along with Angron, Lorgar, father's nature and the Human Webway Project."
"You may have a point." Leman says. "Perhaps one day, we can apologize to some of our brothers."
Magnus looks at Leman, "Does that include me?"
"I'll think about that." Leman holds up his parchment, "As for me, I called in both the only two Chapter Legions that are those Primaris Marines; the Dusk Howlers and Dawn's Wolves. The Dusk Howlers are relentless pursuers that will track down and wear down any foe in their pursuits along with frontal assaults. The Dawn's Wolves prefer guerrilla warfare rather than open conflict yet when they do, they will destroy all the high value targets first. Unlike the terrible mistakes Guilliman made with my Space Wolves-"
"HEY!"
"-the Dusk Howlers are given far better canis-helix that doesn't result in them turning Wulfen. As for the Dawn's Wolves, theeeyyy prefer to use their noses."
Kitten then looks over another parchment, "Right. We have three Sisters of Battles joining in. They are the Order of the Sacred Rose, Order of the Bloody Rose, and Order of Our Martyred Lady. They agree to fight with us in the hopes of having Saint Celestine to join in on longer battles. Delphin Gruss also called and said he has enough troops and resources along with some knights for a century long war. He also got his hands on four Warmonger Emperor Titans and one Imperator Emperor Titan."
"HOLY SHIT!" everyone went, except Rogal.
For he says, "Can someone explain to me how excrement is considered an object of religious significant? I don't understand."
"Five Titans!?" Magnus is shocked, "Five Titans!? Damn! I know that getting to these new systems in the galactic west is important, but holy shit."
"Well I did tell him about the Omnicopaeia is there. The guy will go to great lengths to get his mechadendrites to get it. As for us Custodes, we already have these three, Santodes and I called in the same companies I had with me on Mars. Such as the Heralds of the Golden Throne with their ability to do the 'guilt trip' on people. There are also the Shadowkeepers. They specialize in keeping ancient and forbidden technology and might be of value in learning any archaeotech in the new systems."
"Guess we have our army then." Wamuudes puts down his parchment.
Custodisi puts down his, "Now all we have to do is wait until they arrive."
But Jaghatai says, "Oh, my forces appeared over an hour ago."
"Goodness gracious!" Wamuudes put it, "That was extremely fast!"
Karstodes speaks, "That's the genetic sons of Jaghatai Khan for you! Always fast and ready for ULTRA RAPID DEPLOYMENT."
"I think lighting deployment is better." Custodisi speaks his mind, "It's faster."
"I like that term." Jaghatai likes the idea. "My sons and I should do use it in future deployments."
Kitten stands up, "While we're waiting, anyone want to play Stellaris? I've installed a whole lot of mods in it."
Magnus goes, "No thanks."
"But one of the mods include Shroud Sorcerers origin, which means you can use psyker powers."
"...okay, I'm in."
Leman doesn't like it, "You mean that nerdy space game with lots of numbers? Count me out." He looks away.
"But you get to play as wolf people."
Leman looks at Kitten with joy, "Count me in!"
"Can we race on the highways first?" Jaghatai suggests. "We should race to improve morale of the citizens."
"YES!" they all went.
Wamuudes speaks, "Anything as long as it doesn't include that dumb children's card game."
"Yay!" Magnus went.
The Throne-Emperor goes, "FUCK YOU."
AN: Hey! I hope you enjoy this early release of this chapter. Hope to do more in the future. Okay, bye and Happy Halloween!