Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40,000 or any of its components.They are owned by Games Workshop.I only own Pah il C'Tan.
Description: This story is a telling of the various adventures of my Character Pah il C'Tan.
Rating: T +13 for violence.
Author's Note: I have posted these stories before on the warhammerlots boards; so do not say that this is plagiarism.
Chronicle 1: The Lost Trainees
Log of Raven Guard Librarian Tiberius
Day1: We have arrived at Selkis 3 aboard the battle barge Righteous Fury. We are to take a shuttle to the ground so that the barge can depart for missions elsewhere. Once we are planet side, I will begin the standard training of the 20 battle-brothers under my command. Training will last approximately 1 week, at the end of which the barge will return to pick us up. Blessed is the mind to small for doubt.
Day 2: Planet fall was successful, and we have established a base camp in a clearing in the jungle away from the shuttle. We spent the day with standard firing practices. I have assigned Brother Lasarius to three days of fasting for unnecessary expenditure of ammo. An open mind is like a fortress with its gates open and unguarded.
Day 3: Today I sent the trainees into the jungle in groups of two. Their orders are to work with their partner to create a defensible observation outpost that blends in with the jungle and report in tomorrow. This will teach them to construct on the fly with limited resources, and familiarize them with jungle terrain. I don't know why, but I have an uneasy feeling. I feel something sucking at my mind today, something that wasn't here before, but it is probably nothing. Victory needs no excuse, defeat allows none.
Day 4: This day leaves my deeply troubled. All but four of the squads have reported in. In addition, the nagging feeling I had yesterday has grown stronger, though I still can't place it. All attempts to hail them over short-range radio have failed. It may be that they are simply outta range and are completing their tasks, but to make sure, I have split the trainees into groups of six and sent them into the jungle to find them. Duty and Honour.
Day 5: We have run into trouble on this planet. I was patrolling with the second squad when we heard bolter fire in the distance. We rushed to the scene, but the sounds of battle ceased before we were half way there. When we arrived, the scene we found was horrendous. We found first squad, or should say what was left of them. Some of the bodies had been skinned, while others were either cut in half, or were nothing more then a few left over parts, the main parts were missing. I have been in many dire battles, and seen death countless times, but never have I felt death like this. Pervading the area was a cold certainty of death, and the sense of my mind being pulled into a void is becoming a strain, I can barely concentrate enough to write this record. For the first time in my life, I am afraid. When I pulled us back to the shuttle to call for reinforcements, We found the shuttle had been completely destroyed. All that was left was a few burning pieces. It looked like it had been cut into several tiny pieces, but I know of know blade that could do such a thing. We have dug in will try to hold out till the barge arrives. May the Emperor protect us.
Day 6: The presence of the void grows stronger; its origin is hunting us. I know not what it is, but even my battle brothers are unnerved, they grow restless, and I see the fear in their eyes. I know now we are dead men, but we shall die like...:End Log:
Encrypted Necron Transmission:
Origin: Phantom Hunter (Shroud class vessel, Selkis System)
Originator: Pah il C'Tan
Re: Mission Summary
The primary target has been terminated. All secondary targets have been terminated. All evidence has been erased. Mission successful.
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