I DO NOT OWN WARHAMMER.
He clenched and unclenched his fist, the lightning claws fused with his gauntlets crackling in response with sparks of electricity. His armor was a dark black in color, fully matching the night if not for the white Raven embroidered upon his left pauldron and deep ruby coloring of the eye lenses of his beak like helm. He was brother Kyrin of the 9th Company of the Raven Guard. Warriors of the emperor. Soldier Of the legiones Astartes. Son of the great Corvus Corax.
Though that all mattered naught here. The honoraries. The glory. The greatness of their kind. Only thing that mattered on this planet..in this time..was survival.
They had come here boasting the full strength of their legion. Ready to bring justice down upon the traitorous Horus and his Ilk..only for it to be a ploy. They had been betrayed by those meant to be the second wave. Gunned down from behind by their so called comrades. Routed and greatly bloodied, the survivors were hunted like wild animals. Slain and tortured by their attackers. He had been one of the lucky few. Able to avoid both death and capture.
He stayed true to their legion ways and became one with the shadows. Using the night as a shroud to move throughout the darkness, avoiding patrols and only attacking when need be. By chance he was able to find other survivors like himself. Four in total, even one of his own legion. They stood behind him now planning their attack.
There was first the son of Vulkan, Ophiel. He wore armor of a deep green, embellished with gold and Ebon colored accents and a crimson drake hide mantle to match it. He wielded a heavy flamer as his main weapon of choice and had a gladius for when his flames finally died out. He apparently had served as what was called a pyroclast in his legion.
Then there were the two hailing from the legion of the Gorgon. Orros and Paullian. Rather quiet for Iron Hands but who could blame them. The two had been right at the forefront when their Primarch died. Seen it with their own bionics. Seemingly broke them much like it did the rest of their Legion. Rarely spoke, if it wasn't about weapon maintenance and battle plans. Like the rest of their legion they stayed true to the flesh is weak mantra carried by all warriors of the Tenth legion.
Orros had two metallic arms, which he used to wield his massive thunder hammer. The entirety of his left side was metallic, covered by a silver metal, with a red colored bionic to complete it. A mass of cables and wires ran from the sinew of his neck into his armor.
Paullian sported a bionic left leg and right arm. He never took his helmet off but the cold calculating nature of his voice told him all he needed to know. He had replaced his own throat with machinery.
Lastly there was Tryris of his own legion. He served in the third company and had been separated from his squad during the initial onslaught. Like he, Tryris has stuck to the shadows using them to survive this long. He sported the Mark IV variant of power armour colored much the same as his own. His weapons of choice were a stripped down bolt gun and a rapier he utilized.
Currently they were discussing their plan of attack for an Emperor's children's encampment. The camp had necessary supplies they would need and wasn't heavily populated to wish they wouldn't pose too much of a challenge. He had scouted it himself to make certain.
"Orros, Ophiel and I will assault the front of the camp to draw their attention. Kyrin you and Tryris will assault their flank while they are preoccupied with us." Said Paullian. He simply nodded in response to the orders.
He looked at Tryris and like that the two went out, vanishing into the darkness and blending in with the shadows. It did not take them long to reach the camp, nor to hear the telltale signs of the assault. Five Emperor's of Children legionaries stood guard at the rear, stationed there whilst the main force attacked their companions. He looked at Tryris and nodded as the Raven Guard leveled his Boltgun.
He bolted forward directly in the line of the five legionaries, taking them by surprise. He brought his right claw forward, using it to impale the legionnaire in the middle before he could raise his Bolter to respond. Four powered claws punch through the armor of his chest plate, exiting through his back. His body slumped falling into his claws, blood pooling from his mouth grill. He withdrew the blade in enough time to dodge an overhead blow from the next opponent. He had back stepped allowing the chainsword to slice through the air where he once stood. The next Traitor charged him, brandishing a falchion. He swung it in a downwards arc, Kyrin shifted to the right, graceful avoiding it whilst making a swiping motion with his claws at the warriors unhelmeted head, slicing the flesh and bone of this poor soul to ribbons.
He met the charge of the last parrying his frenzied swing with his left claw, while using the right to effectively disarm him with a single swing. Robbed of his sword arm he went to unholster his bolt pistols to fire upon him but Kyrin was too quick, closing the distance between the two and impaling him with both claws lifting him up slightly before throwing his body to the side.
Their battle was quick and lasted less than five minutes. The remaining two Emperors children lay on the ground, dead. Bolt rounds through their skulls.
Tryris came not too long after the fighting ended nodding his approval. The five had been guarding a tent . He was sure that it held some type of valuables inside.
His guess was nearly on the mark. Tied to a pole inside, bloodied and beaten was another Raven Guard. Stripped bare naked, his face a swollen mess, body sporting fresh wounds from torture.
He looked at them from his one swollen eye.
"Blessings brothers..I thought I heard fighting outside ... Damn traitors ambushed me and my squad. Killed the others..kept me for their personal enjoyment. Been days..But hurry free me fast..Our father awaits.." he said
Tryris went to untie him, helping him up as they faced each other.
"Our father yet lives?" Asked the Raven, excitement evident in his voice.
"Yes, a few of us have been fighting alongside him in the depression. He has been leading us for days. Corralling us to safer grounds. I had been part of a scouting squad when we had been captured but he is not too far from here.." said the wounded Raven.
"Do you hear that brother we can unite back with our fath-" his words were cut short as power claws found their way through his chest. If he was not wearing his helm, he was sure there would have been a look of confusion on his face. He tried to turn his head back, blood gathering In his mouth.
"But..why" he pleaded as Kyrin withdrew his claws, allowing the body to fall to the ground with a thud. The now free captive charged him, in a Fit of rage. Despite his injuries he still moved with agility fit for one of his legion. Regardless it mattered not , for he too fell. His head separated cleanly from his body. He leaned down, using the tip of his claw to open the man's head like one would a fruit. Brain exposed, he opened his mouth as he bit into the warrior's exposed cranium to gain his memories.
Not too long after he would be seen quietly leaving the tent. The sounds of battle had all but died out now, and he decided to see how the others had fared.
He passed by a multitude of Emperor's children's bodies before finding his main quarry. The smell of burning flesh and ceramite lingered in the air. He first found Ophiel or what was left of him lay in a burning pile surrounded by corpses. He had seemingly been overwhelmed and had detonated his flamer to take as many of Fulgrim's sons down with him as possible. Paullian was not far away, having been shot down by a multitude of bolt rounds.
He had scouted the area yes..but he had fabricated the true enemy numbers. There were more of them here than he had reported. The three would never have survived the main bulk of bodies that were coming their way. He only needed them to act as decoys while he completed his main mission.
He found Orros on the ground, his right arm missing, pinned down by a blue colored boot. The boot belonged to a warrior of the alpha legion, flanked by four others. He currently wielded the Iron Hands own hammer.
Orros turned towards him upon seeing his approach.
"You..you..Traitor!" He spat, obviously setting with rage.
He wasn't wrong but he wasn't exactly right either. He was a traitor yes but not in the manner of which he was thinking. This face. This armor belonged to Kyrin of the Raven Guard 9th company. The mind and the body however were not. Kyrin had long since been slain in the initial slaughter. His body spirited away by the Alpha Legion, robbed of his flesh and unique organs and implanted into him. He had even gone as far as to devour his brain to acquire the Legionary's memories to better fit in. He was Lynneas of the Alpha Legion. A covert agent. He had been tasked with hunting down survivors to garner information on their remaining forces and sabotage them. Hearing of a surviving Primarch bode well. He would be able to enact the next step of his Primarchs plan. To ensure maximum success he had to go alone. There could be no other survivors with them.
"Why...why would you betray your own?" Questioned the Iron Hands in his last moments as the Alpha Legionaire pinning him kicked his reaching arm aside, raising his very own weapon against him.
"Hydra Dominatus.." spoke Lynneas as the hammer came down upon him, ending his life.