Author's Notes.

This first chapter will be my version of the RWBY trailers where we saw each of the four main characters. Here we will be seeing Leman, Magnus, Lorgar, and Corvus all pretty much right before they come to Beacon.

Second, I want to say this now. Lorgar's origin story I have written here is heavily inspired by Zaheriel's Roboutain Heresy's version of Lorgar's beginnings. I just love it so much and feel it's one of the few ways I can do Lorgar right in this story. So please go give that story some love after reading this.

Blue Trailer

Snow, it was everywhere. As the young teen ran through the quiet forest in the dead of night, the only sound he could hear was the snow crunching under his feet. Grimm could be out, but he didn't care. He needed to get out, he needed to be free one last time.

"Leman! Come back boy!" He heard the sound of his human father call out to him from far off in the distance. He was Leman of the Russ, a human tribe that lived in snowy wilderness of the land of Fenris. It was a inhospitable land near the south pole, but to the people that lived there it was home. And it was all that Leman had known, even before he had been found by the tribesmen of Russ.

"Not yet… can't go without seeing them." Leman muttered as he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. The cold was biting him even with him wearing several layers of furs, all adorned with the tribal markings and totems of his people. He was a strong young man, one of the best fighters of his tribe and his body reflected that with its muscle and scars alike. But what really set him apart was his lupine features. Those whose mothers had been hurt by a Greater Beowolf Daemon were cursed beings, they had to live with wolfish mutations.

Leman didn't care that he was one of the Wulfen. His earliest memories were in this forest, among his pack. Before the humans found him and took him to live with his own people. He never did find his mother, the one that abounded him in the woods due to his mutation. But he did find a new family, a new pack. But now, as he was about to leave everything behind he needed to see his old one. The wolves that saved his life when he was just a baby.

The young teen jumped down off a small ridge, rolling onto the ground. He took stock of the land, letting familiar old memories pass him by. He could recall a nearby stream that his old pack used to drink at… before it started making them sick because something had poisoned it. Leman scowled at that thought, as he later found out that it was a Schnee Dust Company drilling site that caused the river to turn bad. While he loved his tribe and their simple way of life, he could do without the outside world… even if that was where he was going."

"Got ya." Leman suddenly felt a hand grab ahold of his shoulder. He was about to grab it and toss the attack over his side but instead he was kicked forward into the snow head first. "Ya little shit! Got me all worried and dragging meself through the night. What were you thinkin' lad?"

"I needed to see them before I go!" Leman shouted back at his adoptive father, Thengir. The man was bulk of muscle and hard worn grit. As chieftain of the Tribe of Russ, he was the strongest and wisest warrior alive in these lands. It was him that had decided to take in Leman instead of banishing him for his mutation. Many had called him mad but in time grew to see that Leman was a true son of Fenris just as any man.

"You don't even know if they here anymore." Thengir gave a sad sigh but saw in his son's eyes a pained determination. And he knew his boy's stubborn nature would not allow him to turn back now. He then hung his head back with a defeated groan. "Very well lad, let's go see yur mum."

"Was goin' do it anyway." Leman snapped back and the older man gave him a sharp knock to the back of his head for the lip. The boy whined a bit but the two trudged forward through the snow together. Several days went by, the son and father survived the harsh tundra snow of Fenris as only the natives of this land could.

To any man on Remnant, the snowy tundra of Fenris was a mystic and desolate place. Grimm stalked the shadows, and psychic trickery played in the cold chill of the winds. But for those that lived there it their domain. Few compared to the hunters and trackers of Fenris, and fewer still to their warriors. It was little wonder that many of Fenris' population survived the grueling trials to become the legendary Astartes. The famed Storm Wolves Legion was practically all made up of men and women of Fenris.

And it was that same Legion that was the reason why Leman was leaving his beloved homeland. Not only were they the dream of every child of Fenris, but Leman fully believed that he would find his birth father among their ranks. In his heart he knew that Thengir was irreplaceable but the boy had questions, and good deal of beatings, to deliver to the man that had a hand in his birth. His mother he understood, the shame of having the Curse of the Wulfen was one of the greatest that a woman could bear on Remnant. To his birth mother, if he ever saw her he would simply act as the chilling cold of Fenris and nothing more. But his father, he needed to find him and demand why he had abandoned his mother to deal with that fate alone.

"A Thunder Wolf is a rare sight lad, findin' them is damn impossible. And finding the same one that raised ya… it take weeks." Thengir whispered as they came up on a frozen lake, out in the middle was a ice covered Grimm rendered completely immobile by the cold. It was a testament to the harshness of Fenris that even the scourge of the world could find themselves captive by it's natural dangers. It was a big one too, a Greater Leviathan. "And we only have a few days before the supply convoy leaves, if ya want to make it to Vale in time-"

"We'll find her!" Leman shouted, his voice travelling across the frozen lake. His words laced with bubbling anger and desperation. Thengir looked between his son and the frozen Grimm, It didn't move so he kept his focus on his boy. "I know these lands, better than any of you."

"Aye… is that so?" Thengir crossed his arms over his broad chest, a careful and stern look on his face. He was proud of his son, there were those that questioned his leadership for taking in what they considered a cursed child but the old chieftain didn't care about any of that. He cracked skulls and out drank those that challenged him for the title of chieftain and had little doubt in his mind that the only one capable of one day beating was this boy before him. That was if he got smart and learned to think with more than his fists and heart.

"I was runnin' through these forests before ya found me. It was just meself and my pack, I known them… I can find them." Leman growled as he felt insulted and weighed down. He missed those simple days of nothing but hunting with his brothers in the pack. He was human and he knew that, Leman was ready to join the outside world and become a Astartes. But… he needed to put to rest that wild thing in him. Seeing his the mother that raised him was the only way that he felt he could do that. "If you weren't here I'd had found them or they would have found me!"

A small hiss traveled over the wind of the frozen lake. Both Russmen were too busy on each other to notice that a small crack had formed on the frozen shell on the Leviathan. The feelings of anger, loneliness, rejection, worry all wafted to the Grimm like a feast for a starving man.

"Ya think that ya can be out fer a few days and find'a Thunder Wolf boy? We might live and call ourselves kings of Fenris but they are the real rulers here." Thengir tried to explain, all the while worried what this was doing to his son. He knew that Leman had trouble adjusting to quote unquote civilized life in the tribe even to this day. But the chieftain had believed that there was a trust between the two of them. That his son listened to his wisdom and didn't act like some petulant pup like he was now. "She could be circling us now and we'd never know it!"

"I'd know!" Leman shouted and his loud declaration came along with a louder crack on the Grimm's cage. While there was fierce certainty but also a glimmer of dangerous doubt in Leman's eyes, one of the dull red eyes of the nearby Grimm was now freed and began glowing again. "I'd know… I would… right?" Leman questioned as the traitorous thought lingered in his mind.

"We're are only human lad, those ears and fangs aside so are you." Thengir sighed as he regained some measure of control over his emotions. He cursed himself for getting angry with his son over something like this. There was a time to be tough with a child and then there was a time to let them work through their troubles with nothing but support. "Come on, let's find a camp spot…"

The Russmen stopped in their tracks as now they finally noticed the danger awakening near them. They watched as the frozen Grimm in the middle of the lake broke free a arm, then another, and then finally burst free from its frozen prison. The Greater Leviathan roared and fired a fiery breath of chaotic flames into the sky. Then it pulled itself out from the chilled waters and onto the sheet of ice that covered the lake… only to cause it to collapse and force the beast back into the water. But the Grimm was determined and started barging its way toward the shore slowly but surely.

"Oh Malice that's bigg'un." Thengir muttered as the Grimm ploughed its way toward them. "I don't it's gonna be kind and get itself frozen again." Thengir pulled his great axe from off his back and readied himself for the coming fight. There was no way that he and his son would be able to kill this monster, their best chance would be to injure it and run off. They would have to return with a hunting party, something this massive couldn't be allowed to roam the wilds. "Listen Leman, we're going to… what are you doing boy!?"

"No Grimm is going to get between me and my pack!" Leman roared as he ran toward the Leviathan recklessly. He pulled out his twin short swords Freki and Gerl out as he ran, a light blue glow wisped off them as his Aura activated. The people of Fenris were a paranoid lot when it came to powers of the soul, seeing the magic, sorcery, and Dust of others as too close to the powers of the Grimm. Instead, they were renowned of their control over the most basic power of the soul, Aura. With their ancestral Runes they were able to imbue their weapons and armor with their Aura on a level no one else was capable of doing.

The near feral boy used what few gifts his mutation granted him and with enhanced strength jumped high into the air. Such a brazen and reckless action seemed to baffle even the Grimm who didn't immediately breath out a fiery death for Leman but gazed dimly up at the descending wild Wulfen coming down at its head. Perhaps it was indeed that astonished or more likely it was still slow to react due to the many years it had been trapped in ice. Either case, Leman fell down, swords first and landed and diving blow to the Grimm's face, cutting his was down as gravity carried him down. His swords ripping their way through and using the momentum, Leman flipped himself back into the air and landed safely on some still solid ice nearby.

Leman gave a feral smirk as he skidded to a stop, only for that smile to vanish as he was back handed by the roaring Leviathan. The young tribesman flew through the air and back into the forest that surrounded the frozen lake. With bone crushing force, Leman crashed into a ice crusted tree. The sound of Leman gasp of pain was overshadowed by the echoing crunching of the tree's truck being blasted apart.

"Damn it boy! You're goin' to get yourself killed!" Thengir shouted as he ran over to his son, kneeling beside the blooded boy he cursed his recklessness. "We need to get out of here, that beastie ain't goin' be taken down by the two us." The aged chieftain carefully picked up his still protesting son. The sound of Leman mumbling his defiant stubborn demands to remain, he did put a proud smile on Thengir's face but that quickly turned as he heard a tree behind him get pushed aside. A chill the likes of which he hadn't felt in years ran down his spine as he slowly looked back over his shoulder. There, looming over them was a very hungry Daemon looking at the humans with all the rage and ravenousness it ever had. The moment lasted for what felt like eternity and Thengir could only mutter a small pleading prayer to the God-Emperor that his son would live through this.

Then, as the Grimm opened his jaw to unleash a torrent of flames down on them Thengir heard something in the wind. Then before his eyes he watched as something leapt over him and then saw the largest Thunder Wolf he had ever seen snap her jaws around the neck of the Leviathan. She then wrestled the monster to the ground and somehow threw it aside. The massive Grimm Daemon shattered dozens of trees as it crashed into them. But it quickly recovered and pulled itself back up and roared in annoyance and fury at being denied its first kill in centuries. Thengir could only drop to his knees with Leman still in his arms as he watched the two goliaths fight it out. The Thunder Wolf circled the recovering Grimm before leaping once again with fangs born. The human watching the fight quickly came to his senses and stood back up and began running as far as he could to avoid getting caught in the middle of this battle.

"Fuck… I told ya boy… she'd find us before we ever found her." Thengir sighed in disbelief of even his own words. What he had said was partly just him trying to get his son to see reason. The Chief of the Russ had tracked Thunder Wolves before and he had no idea that this one had been anywhere near them. It didn't matter in the end, right now just living through this was important. Thengir trudged up a small hill that overlooked the frozen lake and once he had climbed it he felt safe enough to stop. With several labored breathes he carefully laid down his son by large oak that dominated the hill. He then looked back to the battle and his eyes went wide at the sight of the Greater Leviathan slumped over and already started to slowly dissolve into nothing. Then for a second time that day, he felt a life changing chill run down his spine. "By the Emperor's golden balls… she's right behind me ain't she?"

Thengir gave a mirthless chuckle and then turned his head to find the massive Thunder Wolf just where he feared it would be. It was only as he stood up and was at eye level with the beast that he understood just how big it really was. It was battered and bloody but standing very sturdy. The two stared at each other for moments before the Thunder Wolf matriarch turned back and walked over to the unconscious Leman. She gave a low whine before lowering down and licking his face, cleaning it of blood. Then without anything more turned and walked off. Thengir gulped and finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like hours but was probably only less than one. Sighing, he walked over to his reckless, stubborn, moron of a son and picked him back up.

"Come on lad… let's get back home."

Crimson Trailer

The blazing heat of the sun blasted the sandy dunes of Prospero, a desert land that contained nothing but death and mystery. One wrong step and you would end up dead by thirst, heat, or under a Grimm's evil shadow. But hidden within the dunes are ancient ruins fabled to hold arcane secrets or piles of gold. Treasure hunters and scholars alike travel to these lands to pilfer and study, with only the most skilled or lucky returning.

"Magnus! Stop reading and get over here and help us out!" A bored sigh escaped the lips of Magnus 'Megan' Ahmar as she closed her book. It really was quite interesting, it was the latest publishing of Thousand Sons member Amon. Detailing the relationship between their Oracles and the Aeldari Farseers and the difference in practice between them.

"Mother I have asked that you would not call me by that name." The young woman said as she walked across the oasis campsite. She ignored all the men doing little to hid their leers, this expedition had been going on for a full three months and only her and her mother were the only women on it. So while one might understand that these men might be a bit… worked up, and deeply stressed from the danger and harshness of the land, Megan gave little understanding. Logically she that she was very desirable, her efforts to keep her body at the peak of both fitness and beauty along with her exotic combination of bronze colored skin, crimson hair, and golden eyes all made her unavoidable to the lustful thoughts of the men on this expedition.

"Hush now Magnus, hurry up and help us get the trucks ready. The sands have finally shifted and the ruins of Khemri are visible to us." Megan mother, Rashaa Ahmar scolded and ordered her ward as she oversaw the groups of workers they brought with them load up supplies into several vehicles. Rashaa Ahmar was a well respected scholar in the field of ancient early Human civilization with a focus on the peoples that inhabited Prospero. The most notable was the Empire of Nehekhara and its capital of Khemri. This expedition had been planned for years and Megan had watched it take its toll on her mother.

"And we need to be here instead of a Thousand Sons team because?" Megan asked as she crossed her arms, she was edger to return to Vacuo and civilization. While she appreciated her mother's academic dedication, this type of field work was better left to others… the kind that had greater firepower and more funds. On the thought of that very subject, Megan knew that there were whispers in camp on if this entire thing would end with their deaths or worse bankruptcy. "Perhaps it's time…"

"I don't see you helping Magnus, now quit questioning my plans and do as I say." Her mother shut down the conversation and Megan just sighed as she began to pull off her top. That immediately caught the attention of the nearby laborers and it was one of the reasons why she had been so reluctant to quote unquote help out. She wasn't self-conscious about her body but the way the men stared at her bound breasts irritated her to no end. The reason for why she was undressing herself was the myriad of glowing geometric lines that were carved into her arms. "Good, now get that crane settled on the tractor." Rashaa pointed to the nearby packed up industrial crane and its corresponding tractor carrier.

"If you're so intent on throwing money into a pit then you could have just gotten the loader instead of using your daughter like a piece of logistical equipment." Megan muttered to herself as she raised her hands and the feint glow of the Dust imbedded into her skin started to brighten and slowly the Dust began to grow off her body. She bit the inside of her cheek as the pain of the process started to ich and would grow worse if she continued for too long. But meanwhile, runic circles surrounded both the crane and its tractor, and with a flash of light the massive crane was off the ground and on its transportation. "T-there… happy?" Megan breathed as she wiped the sweet from her brow and then proceeded to walk back to their tent to clean her arms off of the Dust that had grown on her skin.

Her body and mind were too drained to care about the stares that she got as she walked through the camp. If she had had the energy, she would have noticed a greater darkness in some of the eyes this time. But she didn't notice or care to notice as all she could think about was relaxing after using her powers needlessly. The crimson haired girl muttered a few curses toward her slave driver mother as she entered their tent. All across it was a scattering of books, papers, research documents, and bills. There was no order to it all, and Megan questioned how her mother could keep things running in this chaos. But for the moment, she was just focused on the cot that lay nearby. She fell down on it and after a deep groan turned on her back and sat back up. Reaching down, she picked up a file and began the painful process of scraping off all the small Dust crystals that were growing off her arms into a small bucket.\

She winced at the first scrape, picking off the largest of the growths and letting them drop into the bucket. Megan scowled as she always did when having to go through this cleaning of hers. How could she not when this process reminded her of the original purpose of her Dust Tattoos. A replacement for Dust mining, growing Dust using human bodies.

With the ever ravenous war machine to fight the various threats of Remnant, Dust is ever in demand. The miraculous crystal that gives the mortal races a chance against the Grimm and other forces of destruction. To humanity it was the God Emperor's final gift to humanity. For the Aeldari it was blood of their fallen gods. And for the Orks… they were just shinny rocks that could go boom. The discovery of Dust after the end of the Age of Strife was one of massive importance as every scholar agrees that the Imperium would have fallen long if not for Dust. But the fear of losing this valuable resource has long been an unspoken worry in the higher ranks of the Imperium. And so, the discovery of how to create more Dust besides mining it out of the ground is of paramount value.

Foremost among those seeking this valuable discovery, is the Schnee Dust Company. Megan cursed each and every single one of the men and woman that worked at that dreadful company. She could still see their masked faces hovering over her as they inscribed the dust into her skin. Their praises for each other and the dreams and hopes they all had for their success. Megan's scrapping became more and more furious as she remembered their masturbatory words for each other and their cruel work on her and the other eight test subjects. They wanted to turn her and others into their Dust farms, kept as slaves and reaping the parasitic growths on them for profit. But unfortunately for the scientists, they realized too late that Megan had the Psyker Semblance and so one day… the lab that housed her simply vanished in an explosion of chaotic power.

"Finally." Megan grunted as she scraped off the last bit of Dust on her hand. She would need to take a warm bath later to truly clean herself of the Dust but at least now she no longer felt the crystals dig into her skin. Even so she still felt agitated by the painful memories that her cleaning brought back, which would only serve to make what happened next all the worse. As Megan took a few breathes to try and calm herself down, five men from the labor teams entered her and her mother's tent. "What are you doing, this tent is private."

"And we haven't been paid, we're here to voice our complaints." The lead laborer said with this shady grin on his face. He was a mountain of muscle, and a Bull Faunus in addition. The others were also very fit, all products of their work and all of them were looking at her with their real intentions plain on their face. "Your mother promised everyone here a big payout once we get back to Vacuo. But it's obvious to everyone that this whole thing ain't going pan out."

"Something that you all knew about signing on." Megan responded with a bored and unamused tone. Something that seemed to irritate the men as their lusting leering turned to annoyed growls. Megan didn't care about these knuckle dragging idiots, they didn't aspire to higher thought so she found it hard to take them seriously. Something that would prove dangerous as the lead laborer smirked and in a flash was in front of her. Before she could react he had his hand around her throat and pinned her back onto the ground, breaking her cot under them.

"Always looking down the rest of us, didn't ever think that maybe one of us had their Aura unlocked and had a Semblance huh?" The Bull Faunus mocked as he kept her pinned down with his body and his hand still on her neck. Megan struggled to free herself, she wasn't weak by human standards but was not nearly as strong as the man holding her down. "I think it's time to teach the little brat a lesson. You've got to learn that there are consequences to your actions. Walking through the camp with your giant tits hanging out for example." He darkly chuckled as he began to reach for her chest with his free hand. But then, in a second there was a loud and wet thud of air. The would be rapist that was pinning Megan down was gone, only his legs and one of his arms was left and all three fell to the ground pathetically.

The other five men that had entered the tent all stared wide eyed and jaws dropped. One second they were watching their leader start of a gangbang of the only one of the two women for miles, then they saw a shimmer of air and his body was gone. They all involuntary took a step back as Megan stood back up, wisps of blue and reddish energy started coming off her. In their minds this had been a fool proof plan, the girl had just teleported an entire industrial crane and their leader was a massive Bull Faunus with Aura and a Semblance. But in a instant they were proven just how painfully futile this had all been. If they had known that this girl was a Psyker than maybe they would have kept their heads down.

All at once they all turned around and took a step to run for their lives. Only stop and cry out in pain, as their skin bubbled and their limbs snapped in unnatural ways. In seconds they howled in agony and then exploded in a fine pink mist. Leaving only a glaring Megan who quickly collapsed to her knees. She heaved until eventually whatever was in her stomach pulled itself up and out her. She tried to stand up on shaky feet, she had never killed a person before… consciously that is. But in that moment she couldn't hold back.

"Magnus! We are leav… what happened here?!" Her mother opened the tent flap and saw her daughter shaking, the place smelled of gore and death and there severed limbs.

"I… I… they were going to…" Megan muttered, her eyes unfocused and her mind racing with what just happened. One second everything was normal and then… it all became a blur. She felt her mother guide her out of the tent, the change in light told some part of her mind that they were outside now. All that really mattered was that she felt her mother's warmth and hand hold hers in protective assurance. The two of them traveled to the awaiting trucks and transport and Rashaa helped her daughter into her personal transport. As the motor revved, the mother held her daughter close in the back of the truck. She knew what happened, or had an idea. The fact she could be distant at times and focused on her work more than her daughter didn't make her obvious to what was going around her. Rashaa knew about the state that men were in, and was intelligent enough to see theorize several situations in which the facts lined up with the results. "I killed them. They were… I could feel their thoughts… and they would do it. I knew it. But I still… I made them scream."

"Hush now, it's behind you. You better than most know we do not live in a kind world." She was not one to say it would all be okay or tell lies to make someone feel better. Rashaa knew her daughter was strong, she had to be. Even if they weren't related by blood she was still her daughter and knew that she had her spirit.

"Did I… do something wrong?" Megan asked as she stared down at her hands. They were taken by her mother and brought up between them.

"No. You did nothing wrong. You defended yourself and when you are fighting to survive nothing is wrong." Rashaa told her daughter as she held her hands tightly. The rest of the ride was spent in relative silence. Megan calmed down to the point where she stopped shaking but once the transport came to a stop she froze up. "We're here. You stay here, we'll talk more once we get back to Vacuo."

"But what about your work? Are you really going to leave everything you've worked toward?" Megan asked knowing that to make this entire trip a success couldn't be done in a day. Sure she could leave behind a overseer and direct the excavation remotely but given the nature of these tombs that was doomed to a messy failure. "And I need-"

"What you need is rest. Clearly I failed somewhere along the way in the planning of this operation. Better to turn this into a scouting mission and return later with better men and better intel." Megan knew that what her mother was saying was absurd. The favors she must have cashed in and the funds gathered to do this expedition alone must have been huge. And now she was talking about tossing it all away and saying that maybe they would come back someday was crazy. "I will hear no argument Magnus. I have made up my mind."

"But-" She began but her mother put a finger to her lips shushing her.

"You are far more important to me than any success these tombs may hold." With a rare motherly smile, Rashaa left Megan with that. The teenager curled up and hugged her knees as she sat in the back of the empty transport truck. She felt cold and tired. The latter winning out in the end and soon enough her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep.

When Megan awoke, she did so to the sounds of screaming. Her eyes snapped open as a blood curdling howl echoed into he truck. She immediately lost all thought to what had happened before she closed her eyes and jumped out of the vehicle. What she found under the light of the shattered moon was horrifying. The entire camp was stained with blood and the remaining laborers were all running about, being hunted by walking skeletons. They shambled around, swarming the humans that had disturbed their tomb. A few eyed Megan and peeled off toward her. They were quickly blasted apart by her powers.

"Mom." Megan muttered as she ran off toward the main entrance to the tomb that stuck out of the sands. If her mother was still alive and not here in the central camp than she had to be in the tomb itself. The crimson haired girl ran through the camp and the surrounding ruins, destroying any number of undead monsters on her way. What could have caused this? She couldn't begin to answer that on her own. Her mother was the one that was the expert of this place and what it might hold.

Soon enough Megan was running up the stairs to the gates that led into a tomb complex that extended deep below the shifting sands of the desert. What she found as she climbed that last step was the stuff of nightmares. Some sort of glimmering metal snake like creature with the body of a man and a elongated head loomed over the blood remains of the security team. It pulsed with a menacing green aura that spread out into the sky and rained over the entire ruin. Megan saw her mother, still standing but battered. She could sense that her mother's Aura was near nothing. The metal monster raised a green glowing glaive, ready to strike down her mother. Megan panicked and using her full power sent a torrent of technicolor fire at the monster.

"Magnus!" Her mother shouted as the thing stumbled back trying to extinguish the magical flames that were consuming it. Megan ran over to her mother's side and tried to help her up. "You need to leave, that thing will kill you."

"I'm not leaving without you." There were tears in her eyes, first what happened in camp and now this. What was worse was the fact that Megan felt like if she had just been smarter, had known that there was a danger in camp and had stayed with her mother or been a bit more careful, what happened could have been avoided. Then she wouldn't have stayed behind and could have been here to protect her mother.

"That thing targets Aura. It going to-" The two women were blasted into the air as some sort of projectile hit the ground beneath them. They tumbled and rolled back, the metal monster slithering its way toward Megan. Everything moved so fast, Megan coughed as the dust settled and then looked up. The monster was right on top of her, its weapon already coming down upon her. Her life flashed before her eyes but then before she was sure it was all about to end it didn't.

"No!" She shouted and then screamed in pain as the tip of the monster's blade slashed her right eye, after cutting through her mother's body.

From miles away in the staging camp, the remaining working men were going about their normal business. Mainly getting ready for when the excavation teams returned hopefully with loot. But then the air stilled. And they all looked up and instinctually toward the ruins. There they saw a swirling mess of light and then mushroom cloud of dust and unspeakable colors.

Gold Trailer

"Come now Lorgar, we have to be careful not to upset the delicate balance. And not too much and not too little." A young man sighed at his father's words, not truly listening to them as they worked their small farm. It was hard work living on the edge of the Blighted Lands. Far away from the Hive Cities or any other fortified strong point of humanity, but somehow humanity survived.

"Yes father." Lorgar Aurelian was a strong and smart boy, though his mother would often say he was more stubborn than anything else. He also longed to leave these harsh lands and travel to the mountains of light that were the Hive-Cities. He didn't know what it was but he knew that he had a greater part to play than just continuing to live off his family farm. As he did many times, he began to day dream of the life he could have off this farm. He could become a great political scholar in Macragge, a world renowned poet in Mistral, or perhaps join the priesthood in Holy Terra. That was the last vision that he had in his mind when his father knocked him on his head with a farming rake.

"Pay attention boy." His father chastised him once he caught his son glancing off into the distance again. "You have to learn, these fields are what keep us safe and fed. They need to be cared for."

"Yes father." Lorgar replied with the same away-from-this-moment tone he had used earlier. But this time his father would not let it slide. The older man dropped his rake and grabbed ahold of his son by the shoulders.

"Listen to me son. I know that you dream of the outside world… but you need to let go of those dreams. Our people do not belong to that world." His father spoke with a grim but sad certainty. Showing the least bit of emotion that he could, but to Lorgar and any other human that lived in these lands it was more than enough. The young man looked away, feeling bitter but also ashamed.

"Yes father." Lorgar said again, his tone a mix of dejected and accepting. The father sighed but hoped that his son would finally understand. The two spent the rest of the day toiling in the fields, working to seed for the next crop and harvest what was ready to be. Once they were done, they set off for home.

All around them was a gray wasteland of cracked earth, and patches of withered trees and gray flowers. This was Colchis, a land that bordered the Blighted Lands on the opposite side of the Eye of Terror to the Cadian Gate. As such it wasn't deemed strategically important by the Imperium and so didn't receive the same support as Cadia and was left to the tender mercies of nature and the Grimm. It was a harsh but livable land, filled with hardy people that refused to give into sorrow. However that was more of a luxury they couldn't afford, as to let the gloom the land inspired only invited death in the form of the Grimm.

It was also an outcast kingdom outside the notice of the Imperium. As exiles and outcasts often traveled to Colchis to escape justice or run away in general. As time went on, this created a population large enough to form its own loose independent government. Tithes are made and levies are raised at the call of a ruling council of village chiefs. Who as the years went by, became more and more devote in the local appeasement of the Grimm. It was a regular thing for lotteries to be made and a sacrifice to be selected to be handed over to the roving packs of Grimm. With new criminals and exiles coming in, this rarely dropped the population. In any case it did so less than if they didn't do so and let the Grimm attack and slaughter them all.

This was the life that Lorgar wanted to leave behind. He had been born in these lands as others were, including his father. His mother on the other hand had come from Vale, escaping an arranged marriage she didn't want to be apart of. The man she was to wed had connections all over the Imperium so to Colchis she came, and then fell in love with a local farmer and had him. It was from her that he heard all about the Imperium and what it was like living there. But he could never bring himself to leave his parents. They did all they could to give him the best life he could have had in this wasteland. They were kind and fair, he owed them everything and so as much as he dreamed of the outside world he couldn't leave until he felt they were safe and supported with his brothers and sisters taking care of them.

The thunderous booms of the psychic storm in the distant echoed across the lands. The Iron Cage mountain range that circled around the Eye of Terror, it was always in sight to the people of Colchis. A looming reminder that they didn't belong to the Emperor's light but were in the shadow of the Ruinous Powers. To Lorgar however, he always looked the other way. As directly opposed to the mountains on the other side of these lands was the shore, and beyond that was the Imperium. He knew it in his bones that his calling in life was there, but he would ignore it for now.

"I think this was a good harvest, might even make enough once we pay the tithe to buy some new tools." His father said and at the mention of the tithe Lorgar scowled. He hated the extortion that the Chieftains collected off his family. They claimed that they provided protection from the Grimm but that was hard to believe when at the same time they were perfectly willing to give up a elderly woman to a roaming pack of the monsters and claim it as a honorable sacrifice. His father must have notice this as he turned around and started scolding his son. "Now listen here. I don't want any trouble to happen when the tithe collectors come. We can't afford for them to raise it anymore."

"They shouldn't be taking our food when all they do is horde it for themselves. You've seen the Chief's mansion in town, him, his goons, and that bastard of a priest live like kings while we all scrape by." Lorgar railed as they stood outside the gate of their farmstead. It was a modest home with a barn, a silo, and a few chicken coops. The main house was large enough for a big family, though it was cramped and had seen better days. It was more than most had in Colchis but Lorgar's family had been here for many generations. "You shouldn't have to give them anything. Not our food, not our lives, and certainly not our faith-" The sound of a loud slap echoed across the farm.

"I warned you boy. Don't use such talk, I love your mother but damn it she poisoned you with that outsider garbage." His father nearly growled as he glared at his son. Then the anger turned to guilt and he reached out to comfort and apologize but Lorgar already had dropped the crops he had been carrying and was running off. The older man thought for a moment to call out for his son to return but stopped. Thinking the best thing right now was to let the boy cool down. And so he turned back and walked toward home, hoping that his son would see reason.

Lorgar ran far, his farm worked body able to run for miles and so he did. Only stopping once he had reached a small patch of the gray flowers that dotted the landscape of Colchis. In the middle of the natural flower bed was a withered weeping willow, a place he had come to since he was a boy. This was his secret spot, a place all his own where he could dream of the life he could have and do other things that would be frowned upon by his father and the people of Colchis. He walked to the tree and uncovered a small alter to the God-Emperor made up of a damaged prayer book and a wax figure of the God-Emperor. He kneeled down in front of it and slowly began crying.

His father was a kind man, one that would never seek a fight or say a unkind word about anyone. The only except to this was to the faithful. The appeasing mentality and borderline worship of the Grimm soaked every man and woman of Colchis. To Lorgar it was a cancer, they deified the very monsters that preyed upon them and shunned the faith that told them that they had a right to not fear the world they lived in. It hurt the young man that his father succumbed to this belief more than any bruise to his face could. He wiped away the tears and lit the incense at the small alter. He prayed to the God-Emperor, for his parents, his siblings, and for a better future for them all.

"Careful kid, you really should pay attention to your surroundings more." Lorgar spun around, fists readied as his prayers were disturbed but then lowered them as he saw who it was. Standing at the edge of the flowerbed was the gruff looking smuggler Fan Morgal who was smirking as he had his hands in his coat pockets. "This isn't one of your normal days you show up, what gives?" The smuggler asked as he walked into Lorgar's secret sanctuary and then to the small hole in the withered tree. There he pulled out a package of contraband, it was a small price for the boy to allow Fan to use this place as a hidey-hole for his silence.

"It's nothing, I just had a fight with my father." Lorgar brushed off as he went back to kneeling.

"You've been having more of those lately. Are you sure that you don't want to take up my offer? It's free of charge as it means I get this little spot all to myself." Fan chuckled and Lorgar frowned, he didn't like the man speaking about his sanctuary like that. But the offer felt more tempting than usual. Leaving behind this land and sail away on Fan's ship to some distant shore. "What? No rebuke, saying you have a duty to your family?"

"I… I can't." Lorgar forced himself to say.

"Not even if I had some forged admittance papers to Beacon Academy?" Lorgar immediately stood up and stared wide eyed at Fan. A vision of the future came to him, him in gleaming gray and bearing the Word Bearers symbol on his shoulder. But he came back to reality as doubt set in his mind.

"How?"

"An old girlfriend of mine recently acquired some forged papers, I bought a set of them for a stack of Thrones. I have no use for them as I'm too old to become a Astartes and don't really feel the desire to either." Fan gave a causal shrug to it all, but he knew what he was offering could be considered priceless. It either took money, talent, or connections to get into the Astartes Academies. Lorgar had some talent, he had killed Grimm before but they were quite weak. Money and connections had none as a native born of Colchis, what money he did have wasn't even accepted in the Imperium.

"Why? Why would you give me this?" Lorgar asked and once again Fan shrugged.

"Would be nice to have a friend in the Legions. I'd get this little spot to myself. And… you've grown on me kid. You're a whole lot better than the rest of these Grimm loving weirdos, even if you can be a bit preachy sometimes." Fan said with the most sincerity that Lorgar had ever heard from the smuggler. The young man felt touched and honored, even if Fan was a criminal he still was someone that Lorgar respected. He was the one that taught him how to fight when his father forbade him from learn how to do so, Fan also told him stories of what the Imperium was like and got him his own prayer book when he was young. "But… these papers are only for this season. So this is a limited time offer. One that expires when I leave in three days."

"T-three days?" Lorgar gasped as everything suddenly became so immediate. His dreams, the ideal of him becoming a brother of the Word Bearers and protecting humanity while speaking only of the God-Emperor's greatness was now clashing with his duty to his family. The two had always been opposed but never had they been so directly faced with each other.

"Yup. Think on it kid. I'm hoping I see you again soon." Fan said as he turned around and walked to his horse. Lorgar watched as the smuggler rode off to his secret cove where his ship waited. The farm boy then looked back to his alter to the God-Emperor and kneeled before it, praying for some sort of guidance as to what he should do.

Hours past by, and to Lorgar's disappointment… he still had no answer. The young man left his secret sanctuary and began the trek home. His mind was awash with possibilities. The incident that caused him to run away from home far from his thoughts. Now all he could think about was the two futures he had in front of him, that of a farmer working the family fields in a land that shunned what he was and a man that abandoned his family to become a warrior of faith. The choice was all that was on his mind as he approached his family's homestead, but all that vanished once he climbed the overlooking hill and saw the gates to his home torn down.

Panic filled Lorgar and he ran straight forward, his first thought was that Grimm had attacked. But then he remembered that the Tithe collection was today and the possibility that they had raised the taxes again and wanted to make a example. But then he past through the gates and found a pack of Creeps, they quickly noticed the new human in their midst and roared before charging at him. But Lorgar was not defenseless, a golden light began to emanate from him. His aura being one of the strongest in generations it practically shone like a beacon in the night.

The Grimm however charged recklessly at him, the first of which lunged with maw open ready to bite the human in half. Lorgar grabbed ahold of the jaws of the Grimm and with Aura enhanced strength ripped the lesser Daemon in half. Such a unexpected show of resistance startled the Creeps. The Grimm of Colchis had long since gotten soft due to the easy pray in these lands. Lorgar snarled with righteous contempt as he dashed forward and smashed the bone plate of another Creep and continued to repeat this until all were dead and slowly vanishing into the air. Once the fight was finished, the farm boy looked to his house and with horror saw a massive hole in the front, large enough for the entire park of Creeps to enter.

Without thinking Lorgar ran toward his home, only to recoil at what he found. The bodies of his siblings and grandparents were all lying in pools of blood, limbs were torn off and likely eaten. Greater panic raced into his mind as he looked for his parent's faces, but didn't find either. Then he heard a small gasp of pain and immediately rushed toward the source. On the back stairs he found his mother, wounded and dying. There was no denying that.

"Mother!" Lorgar shouted as he found her and went to her side. He tried using his golden Aura to heal the wounds she had but it was too late. She was already too close to death for it to matter. Nevertheless he tried to push through all the power of his faith and soul into her. "No-no-no… this is not happening. Not now."

"L-Lorgar… my brilliant golden boy…" His mother said in between coughs of blood. A weak smile came over her lips as she saw that her firstborn was still alive.

"How, how did this happen?!" Lorgar pleaded as he continued to try and save his mother to no avail.

"They came… to c-collect…" His mother started and Lorgar's rage turned to a inferno.

"The chiefs did this, all because they wanted more of our hard work." Lorgar growled but then watched as his mother shook her head.

"You… they… they came to collect you. Y-your name… had been called." She worked to answer him. Her life was fading from her body but she held on thanks to his Aura and love shared between them. "Your father… he volunteered to… to take your place. He…" That was it. The small light in her eyes faded to nothing and she went limp in his arms. Lorgar just stay deathly still, his eyes waiting for her to some how spring back to life like some miracle.

In total silence Lorgar picked up his mother and brought her outside, then went back into the house and carefully did the same with the rest of his family. He buried them, and gave a small prayer to the God-Emperor for their souls. Then, in continued silence he picked up the family weapon, a iron mace he had used many times to fend of the odd Grimm or even bandits. His eyes focused forward, not even a moment of looking back he started his walk toward the town of Vharadesh, where he knew that they would have taken his father.

It wasn't a long trip, and the silent farm boy walked into the walled town as the people were gathering in the town square. A mass of people all gathered around a stone platform where a man in crimson robes was preaching openly about the Ruinous Powers. Claiming that they would all be safe under the divine protection of the Grimm Gods. Behind him were eight crucified bodies painted in the ominous runes of Chaos. Lorgar glared up at the man, Kor Phaeron.

In Lorgar's travel to the town he had questioned if he might be responsible for his family's death. That if he had not run off, he would have been there when the Tithe collectors came. His family wouldn't have attracted the Grimm if it had been him, and they would still be alive even if he was now up on that cross instead of his father. But no, those thoughts were banished as he gazed upon the preacher of the Grimm Gods. He wasn't at fault. It was all the fault of those that tried to appease the Grimm and were traitor's to their own kind. And so, Lorgar started to walk forward from his spot in the middle of the assembled townspeople.

A divide in the mob soon formed as they all felt the murderous aura of the young boy. The town guards soon took notice of the incoming boy and moved to stop him. Only to be batted aside like flies by Lorgar's Aura infused mace. This caused gasp and a small bit of panic among the humans, but they could feel where the anger was directed toward. And they felt the righteous faith in the golden aura that came off Lorgar, and felt comforted by it. So they continued to part away for the boy to reach the stone platform where preacher was still spotting off his dogma.

"… and the glory of us, who live in the shadow of the Eye, the birthplace of the only gods of this world! We the lucky chosen people of the Grimm, who are so favored by them we offer up this small token…" The man spoke as more and more of his guards were driven off. Lorgar started walking up the steps of the platform and it was only then that Kor Phaeron noticed. "… by the grace of… what are you doing?! This is a holy-" But the dark apostle gasped as Lorgar raised his mace and shouted a single word at him.

"Lier!"

Silver Trailer

"Little jailbird Corvus Corax… so nice of you to come running back to us." Corvus gasped as his head was smashed into the floor by the meaty first of an Ogryn as the fat pig like face of Arkhas Fal, crime lord of the Lycaeus Under-Hive Hab-Block. The man gave a belly laugh from his quote unquote throne at the back of his private meeting room. He was flanked by two more Ogryn bodyguards and the rest of the room was filled with his most trusted gangsters.

"Careful boss, don't want to break the little bird's skull hehehe dhog…" The goond that had spoken up died as he had a bullet shot through his head. Arkhas scowled as he held up the smoking pistol, the rest of the gangsters all slinked back as they didn't wish to share the same fate. The large crime lord then returned his attention back at the pale teen that was being crushed against the floor.

"You think you can steal from me? Worse, you think that I wouldn't have prepared counters to that oh so useful Semblance of yours." Arkhas laughed as he pulled himself up off his throne and walked over to the glaring teen. "You are worth a great deal little jailbird, but understand that you live in a cage. It ain't gold but it's the only one you got!" The man laughed more as he walked over and put a boot to Corvus' back.

"Fucking damnit!" The teen cursed under the weight of a massive Abhuman and the obese man.

"You are the golden goose, able to go completely unseen by anyone. The money I've made off you has secured my position here in Lycaeus and soon enough I will control the entire Under Hive of Vale!" He shouted with a maddened glee. And thankfully for Corvus he relented and ordered the Ogryn enforcer to let go of the teen's skull. "You could be living the good life kid, just keep your head down and follow orders. I'll let this slide just this once, next time I'm taking one of those sticky fingers you got."

With that Corvus was tossed out of Arkhas' headquarters and into a dirty alleyway, specifically into the dumpster. He groaned in pain and decided that just laying in garbage was a lot better than moving around with a bruised spine and skull. This was the punishment for trying to steal a suitcase full of Throne Bills after escaping his eighth stint in jail. This was his life, either sitting in a cell or getting beaten and used for his Semblance. It had been this way for years, ever since he made the stupid decision of doing the right thing.

Eventually he knew that Arkhas' goons would come back out and complain that he was still hanging around. Despite the value he brought to the gang, he was still treated like dirt due to the black mark he had on his record. So he dragged himself out of the dumpster and started to limp away from the alley way with a smirk hidden on his face. Everything was going just as planned, if Arkhas had noticed his little trick than he really would have lost a finger. But it wouldn't be long before the crime lord found out that the bottom half of the suitcase he stole was just bricks instead of stacks of Thrones.

Corvus walked through the mostly empty streets of the Under Hive of Vale. It was a underground labyrinth of habitation blocks and abandoned manufacturing zones. In the centuries since the Golden Age of Humanity, the Under Hives of the Hive Cities had slowly been abandoned by the local governing bodies. Crime families and clans moved in and took them over, anarchy ruled with only the occasional invasion of the Adeptus Arbites to enforce some sort of rule of law to contend with. However, Corvus was intent on making his time her as little as possible.

He was done with the gangs that kept him a prisoner as much as his frequent trips to prison did. He was sick of living half his life in a cell. Above all else he wanted to have his own freedom back. The pale boy hurried to his hiding spot where he had stashed the stolen cash. A dilapidated park that had no business calling itself that anymore. All the plants had other died or were uprooted, the few trees that had once been here were long chopped down. Except for one that had petrified and was too hard to cut. Here several ravens had made their nest and was where Corvus had hidden all of his savings. This would everything he would use to bride and pay his way to the surface, then to get out of Vale. There was no way he could stay after ditching Arhkas, it was too easy for the fat bastard to hire a hitman that would hunt him down.

And so Corvus pulled out the sack of cash that he kept his savings in, along with a custom whip sword that he had stolen and practiced with. He was planning on leaving the… safety… of the Hive City after all. He would away from the danger posed by the gangsters but trade that for Grimm, Orks, and wild Beastmen. Corvus wasn't sure what he would do once out of the city, but he knew that he would need to protect himself. His best idea had been to run to Colchis, he had heard that it was thee place to run to if you wanted to get away from something in the Imperium. That it was a paradise of personal freedom and choice, that the only thing that matter was how hard you worked for what you had.

"First get out of here… then decide where to go." He muttered to himself as he put aside the thoughts of the destination for his permeant vacation. Glancing over his shoulder he checked to see if any Servo-Skulls had been falling him. His Semblance had the power to make him vanish from the awareness of everyone around him, it didn't work on cameras though. Making sure that he was unwatched, he brought on a veil of nonexistence over himself and hobbled to an abandoned warehouse to rest and recover. Once his aura finished fixing him back up, he would run to the nearest smuggler that he knew had a grudge against Arkhas.

Corvus sighed as he sat back, his head next to a boarded up window. He could hear some noise coming from outside, a few distant gunshots, and a woman's scream. This was daily life for those that lived in the Under Hive. He had been born here, in the darkest corner in some back alley shelter for the homeless. The only reason why he was still alive was because his mother sold him to a gang as a Semblance tester. Gangs would at times buy children and then raise them just long enough for their Aura to be safely unlocked and their Semblance discovered. Some, like him, would be deemed useful with the powers their souls had. Most weren't so lucky.

For most of his childhood he was raised with a knowledge that he had no freedom of his own, that he was just a tool of those that bought him. A lie that he continued to believe until he saw what true slavery looked like. At age twelve he was working with his gang to sell off the rejects of the Semblance Testers to the Dark Eldar, Corvus used his ability to sneak into meetings between the gang leaders and the Drukhai slavers and what he heard in those meetings sickened him to his core. He then freed the would be slaves and ran, ending up getting arrested in the Lower Hive where the deal had been taking place. He had robbed someone, thinking that it was perfectly normal as it was in the Under Hive. Instead of just getting shot at by those he robbed once his back was turned, the Arbites came after him. They beat him, then locked him up in jail for a year.

Honestly when Corvus looked back that first year in prison was heaven to the preteen. Three meals a day, to other it was horrible food but to a Under Hiver it was five stars, a cell with a bed for himself, and showers every day. The only reason it all ended was because the Administrators of the prison finally figured out that he came from the Under Hive and so pulled him out of his cell and tossed him back down so they wouldn't have to feed him anymore. When arrived in the Under Hive, he first thought that his old gang would kill him or worse. He would later find out that they were all killed by the Drukhai for failing on their side of the deal. But at the time, he was scared shitless and that's when Arkhas came into the picture and offered him haven. Corvus took the deal and at first things were fine, he was back doing the same things he had been with his old gang. He got caught several more times by the Arbites when he would travel up to the Lower Hive and get tossed in jail, though that was done on purpose to provide little vacations form the squalor of the Under Hive. But now that option was no longer viable, as the Arbite General of Vale had told him to his face that if he was caught outside the Under Hive again he would be not thrown in jail but standing on a firing line. Seems eight times was limit for a jailbird.

That was why he had stolen from Arkhas the second that he was back in the Under Hive. He had no more chances and now he burned every bridge that he had. He knew that it was time for him to leave Vale and strike out on his own outside the Hive City. Now he had the cash to do so, and only had a crime lord's army of gangbangers to get through.

Corvus was awoken from his lazy rest, which probably went on a little too long, by the sound of shouting. This was different from the normal screams that echoed across the Hab-blocks, this was the sound of large groups of people searching for something. He cracked his neck and activated his Semblance, then took a look out the crack in the boarded window. There he saw several of Arhkas' gang running up and down the street, it seemed that the pig had found out about the bricks in the suitcase. The teen sighed as it was time to get going.

It was easy for him to get past the unruly mob of gangers and head toward the Hab-block that the smuggler operated of. Vale being on the coast, it had a massive port and the Under Hive extended out onto the seafloor. People said that it had been a extension made by the city's elite to make a undersea paradise like the Aeldari did but then the Age of Strife happened and that project was dropped. Now it was a smuggler's haven and filled with illegal contraband. But it also had easy access to the Lower Hive and the Port of Vale, the shipping guilds often paid off the Arbites to keep that connection relatively clear. And in turn the smugglers kept that part of the Under Hive free of the worst gangs so business can but kept nice and easy.

The only problem for Corvus was that Arkhas had a lot of friends among the smugglers and the teen knew that most of them would just send him back to the gang. But Corvus knew of one smuggler that Arkhas had cheated in the past and was none too happy with the pig. That was who was Corvus was going to, and hopefully he could get him out of Vale and far away from Arkhas' grasp.

And so Corvus dodged patrols of hunting gangsters, both in the employ of Arkhas and his rivals who would no doubt love to get their hands on him. If not just for his powers but also as a fuck you to Arkhas. Hours past by as the pale teen jumped from building to building, ducked into shadowed alleyways and all together avoided any breathing thing. It hadn't taken long for the groups of gangsters to have in their midst a Servo Skull or two so it made using his Semblance just a waste of energy at that point. Now Corvus relied on his skills in sneaking around, and just pure skill now. But none of that mattered. Because Corvus dropped to his knees after he turned a corner and saw the warehouse the smuggler did business on fire, a mob of Arkhas' thugs cheering at it.

"Yup… I hate this." Corvus grumbled as he fell to the ground on his hands and wished he could just find a cramped box to hide away in.

"There he is!" But then he heard someone shout and looked up. The mob that had burned his best chance at getting out of Vale had seen him. Confronted with the possibility of getting caught, Corvus felt his desire to live fill him once again and he bolted. Now the hunt had changed, no longer where they searching for where he might be but now pursuing him in earnest. Corvus continued his tricks and even tossed out some of his stolen cash to distract the goons. They were after all desperate Under Hivers that would never turn their noses at free cash.

Knowing that his best chance at getting away from Vale entirely had just gone up in smoke. Corvus settled for the next best thing, getting away from the Under Hive. To that effect he headed straight for the lifts that connected this section of the Under Hive to the Port of Vale. He knew that if the Arbites caught him he would be executed, but that was just if he got caught by the Vale Arbites. There were several small islands off the coast of Vale that served as a mix of suburban and rural areas for the Hive City. He could hide out on one of them until he found a way out of Vale proper.

But just because he had a plan, didn't mean he was out of the fire. The entire way to the lifts and even though the Port of Vale, he was pursued by Arkhas' henchmen. And once they arrived in the Port of Vale the local Arbites got involved, thankfully the gangers were such a blatant and obvious threat that the cops focused all their attention on them instead of the running teenager. Fire fights popped up all over the port, drawing in more Arbites forces from the rest of the Hive. But it seemed that Arkhas was trying to make a point, and had sent the majority of his men after Corvus. The teen had a small smirk as he skidded into the ferry pier at the thought that this might end all of Arkhas' success that he himself had given. He ran toward the teller kiosk as the last mob of criminals ran out into view and started chasing him down the pier.

"Welcome to Vale Trans-" The desk lady started but was interrupted by Corvus tossing a fat wad of cash into kiosk.

"Which boat is leaving right now?!" Corvus demanded and the frightened woman shirked and pointed a nearby ferry that was finishing up its boarding. "Thank you." Corvus said before hopping the turnstile and running toward the ferry, the alarm sounded anyway as he had not actually purchased a ticket. But this served to put the gate on lock down and bring in security. Who were just about to chase down the delinquent teen when a armed and angry mob of Under Hivers slammed into the pier gate. Corvus jumped the gap between the pier and the leaving ferry with a Aura enhanced leap and landed safely.

"-Attention passengers, we will arrive in Patch in exactly twenty six minutes. Please sit back and relax as we take you to your destination.-" Corvus heard over the PA system of the ship and slumped onto the floor, back against the railing. He glanced up and saw the chaos he had left behind, and smiled as he swore to never to return to Vale.

Author's Notes

So there we have each of the Primarchs that will be joining the main RWBY cast. I would very much like to hear how everyone thinks of this. Leman is probably the most faithful to canon with the others being pretty different from how they are in 40k. But I hope that I still got some of the feel of them. Plus they are still teenagers and also just normal humans now instead of demi-gods so that's bound to cause some differences in my mind.

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