Ogun sat against the ruins of a fallen ork Gargant, turning his helm within his hands. It was the Mark V Aquila variant, and black in coloration as was the tradition of all war leaders within the Celestial Lions. Wrapped around the temple of the helmet was a golden laurel, which slightly offset its dark coloration if it weren't for the rest of his golden and blue power armor. He looked into the ruby red eye lenses of his damaged helm, staring down his own reflection.
His skin was dark, a rich brown much like the others who came from the world of Elysium IX. Much like his fellow brothers of the chapter. His head was clean shaven, the bald skin sweating from the effort exerted during the recent battle.
He had a small beard full and lush which complimented his grizzled and scarred features. A myriad of scars covered the majority of his face. All gained throughout different campaigns.
A long jagged scar ran across the bridge of his nose, this one gained from combat with the eldar. Two vertical scars ran down both eyes, connecting to it. These gained in battle with the traitorous Night Lords when enemy Lightning claws sheared his helm.
It was a miracle he did not lose his eyes. Lastly a small hole adorned his left cheek, from when a bolt round had penetrated his helm. This did not stop him from slaying his foe. They were sons of Dorn. Stalwart Defenders. Warrior unfazed by pain and hardship. Nothing short of death would stop them.
These scars he bore defined him. Made him who he was. Spoke of his accolades in battle and his glory in combat. This was the Celestial Lion way. They shared war stories with each other. Explained the origin of scars. How they gained them. The foes who gave them the wounds. Tales of battle were what they used to uplift their spirits. This was important especially during these perilous times.
The chapter had been called upon, alongside twenty four others, to come to the defense of the Hive World of Armageddon. They were to save the world from a massive WAAAAARGH incursion.
The Lions knew that there would be death. That they would indeed suffer casualties..but not to this extent. It was if the Lions themselves were being specifically targeted.
Scouts going silent on missions. Cruisers dead in space and lost. Unreliable intel. Enemy ambush in areas though cleared. Brothers vanishing in the night only for their bodies to be discovered days later. Each seeming more and more like acts of planned sabotage rather than Ork cruelty. Regardless the lions fought on they would not allow this to deter them.
They had been given their next mission. They were to storm Manheim gate by foot to stop the activation of the Ork Titans known as Gargants. They would be mustering the full might of their remaining ground forces and storming them in bulk. The orks would face their fury.
He stood to his full height, staring at his figure from the reflection of the downed Gargant's metallic surface. Save for the black of his helm, the body of his armor was a vibrant gold hue in coloration. He had a series of red honors and scrolls attached to various portions, detailing heroics and honors. His pauldrons were a royal blue in coloration with a gold trim to match the rest of his armor. The right bore the insignia of the chapter. A white lion.
His power pack was fashioned so that both ends had two lion heads attached, jaws fully open. Attached to his left pauldron by a small family crest,blue and white in coloration, was a tattered black and red cape which billowed slightly in the wind. It complimented his red tabard which hung from his waist and the black and red insignia upon his right greave.
He was one of the greatest of his chapter. Ogun the Unsullied. Wielder of the Relic Blade "Lion's Roar" and war leader of the second chapter. The orks of Mannheim would face his wrath.
Mannheim Gap
Ogun breathed heavily, Lion's Roar resting on his shoulder. The blade was fashioned in the guise of a broadsword with the imperial Aquila as the hilt and a lion pommel. The blade itself was silver in coloration. He wielded the blade alongside his bolter in deadly Union.
Ogun was covered head to toe in blood and gore. His armor was riddled with scratches and chipped ceramite.
It had been a trap. The Gargagnts were already complete and waiting for them. The chapter had been caught unaware and ambushed as they were ready to make their assault. However, this was not enough to stop them. The Celestial Lion's pressed on into the Ork force and fought back.
They were on the verge of victory now. The Ork forces were dwindling. The lions would taste victory yet! However, Ogun's enhanced hearing picked up something.
The breaking of rubble. The readying of crude weaponry and Ork yells. He didn't even get to yell a warning before tunnels opened up all behind them, disgorging hundreds upon hundreds of orks.
It had been a trap.
Gripping his blade tightly, Ogun ran towards the new found enemy. He ran alone, most of his squad dead or in the midst of combat. His champion had long since been slain, killed at the hands of an Ork mob. He was all that remained now.
Ogun let loose a salvo of rounds from bolter, pumping the chest of the first ork he saw full of metal. He followed the action up with a swing from Lion's Roar, diagonally bisecting the xeno beast. Without losing step, he swung once more, taking the head of a neighboring ork before he moved forward.
By the time the body hit the ground he was further in the thick of combat.
He fired off into the back of an ork trying to finish a downed brother, the rounds blowing large chunks of flesh out of it and destroying its head completely.
With the last of the rounds, his weapon clicked empty. That was the last of it. His ammunition had been spent from the hours of endless combat. Mag Locking his bolter to his thigh, he took Lion's Roar into a two handed grip. He swung with righteous fury, cutting down any green skin beast to come in his path.
He was resolute. Unstoppable in his assault. He was known as the unsullied due to his long standing reputation of being undefeated in combat. He never lost a campaign. Never experienced defeat in battle. He would not fall here!
He roared in defiance. At the Greenskin menace. At the fate that befell his chapter. He was Ogun the Unsullied. Warleader of the Celestial Lions. Son of Do-
A sniper round rang out across the canyon. The round impacted Ogun's helm, leaving a burning hole in his left eyeliner. It was a high powered lase round. It penetrated through his armor, burning through his brain, killing him instantly. His body dropped down to the ground with a heavy thud. His blade fell from his hands. He was unsullied no more.