The Legend of Primarch Martellus the Red

As they arrived in Tempest he noticed the new fortress monastery was about to be finished which meant he needed to start training a new Primarch once Demiurge filled the it with new recruits. If he knew him well enough he thought that he was probably done with the new batch, he had an extensive catalog of people in the Imperium that were battle worthy. He knew this because he and St. Nemu also where given them for the creation of the battle sisters. As they pulled forward in their Mcar he saw people talking, mostly new Imperial Guardsman from all over the Imperium looking for trouble and their Commissars watching and following them closely to make sure no trouble did happen.

He noticed that when he first came here her could see the end of the town when he looked hard enough, but not now so many instant-hab barracks were up and instant-walls around the town that sold this land to the military, the town started to resemble a fort just like Ordos Milantante Fortress Monastery Traverser started to build as a town. The military zones and the civilian were strictly separated, the amount of civilians had triple during the this time as well, looking for ways to get a young guardsman paycheck. Not only were there more places to eat and a finer parts of town, but much to the disagreement with the mayor there was now a red light district, that was not there before the military came. He got so many complaints about the Red 6 as the local upper crust called it that you would never think their was a war on in threat of imminent death. He let them write their letters he found out that it was most of the wives writing the letters in their husband's names, because they were catching wind that they were going to the pleasure houses as often as his grunts.

They winded through Red 6 because they cleverly made it so you had to go through it to get to anywhere hence the numerous complaints, but you would have to know it was there because all of the bars, pleasure houses, and gambling dens were in the alleys while they had grocers, tailors and other nice establishments in the front to make it at least respectable. This was a truce that Martellus made with the owners who were all to glad to oblige that this was all they would have to do for protection when they found out he was not there to extort half their earnings as most nobles would. This gave them protection with the government so not give organized crime time to take it stranglehold, even though they tried and they had quite a few hangings, it was not to hard to spot a outside gangster, due to accents.

The Mcar which held Martelles ,St. Nemu, the driver Zane and Julia started to go around the large fountain where the six main roads that had been recently made met. The name came from the fountain that was called Red 6 and it was the most notoriously violent part of town as it was the very center of the Red District, as they were driving through they saw three guardsmen fighting off six thugs of some sort most likely hired hands or bouncers. Before Nemu noticed Martellus was gone, he had jumped out of the car going about 35 miles an hour and was running toward the ruckus.

The three guardsmen were FNG's as they would be so nice to label things in the guard this acronym meant Fracking New Guys, they were just out of training, off to see the world and got into town early and wanted to go in for a taste of wine and women. Due to the city code they would not open until 5:00 and it was 3:30, so they did what any 19 year old Manboy with a stripe on his sleeve and just taught how to fight would do. The problem was that they picked the wrong fight and might not have made it out alive, they were doing their best but one had a busted nose another's eyes were so swollen he could barely see and the last one the real scraper in the bunch had a knife wound in his arm and was bleeding out fast.

Whey were doing there best to fight off these guys that they later found out were adventurers with a bone to pick with the Guard due to all the jobs they were taken but when they saw a 12 five foot tall 5 foot wide killing machine walking in your direction you second guess your personal grudges. The six adventurers/hired thugs turned around and ran into an alley and shut and locked the door behind them (as if that would stop him). The guardsmen started to jeer and throw every insult known to man until they could feel the steps of a thousand pound war machine behind them, none of them wanted to turn around as they thought they wanted to take their chances with the thugs than some ticked off Terran Marine.

Dicky the one who started the fight turned around in time to see a behemoth of a man in standard armor with enough damage to know it had been through a fight or six, a large hand picked him up by the uninjured shoulder and then looked to see he had something that looked like a knife in the other. He closed his eyes thinking he was done for when he felt a large needle shoved into his knife wound, at first it hurt like the Emperors teeth but then the pain faded. He looked down and saw that he had been injected with a Marine size field syringe which was about 5 times bigger than a normal guardsman unit.

Dicky looked up just in time to see none other than Grand Primarch Martellus, who was so pissed his eye was smoking red just like in the pictograms the guardsman read that are about 10 percent truth. He then walked down the line and injected each one of them with a pot injector and screamed at them for 20 minutes. He then grabbed dickey by his collar and said he should rip that officer rank off but he would not for the sake of his father General Mckraken, then he told them to get back to Rantels 1-501st and to stay out of trouble.

The young patent clerk who was telling this story had seen the whole thing as he was running over to help(this was a lie he was hiding behind a trash barrel) with his hat in his hand looking down, this was the third time he had told the story to the General and hopefully the last.

"This story is all over the base but yet how are you the only one to see it?" The General asked.

"Well there were a whole line of cars watching in the street so their must have been around 100 who saw but not a close that's why you had heard such wild stories as him beaten them all up and such." The young officer explained.

"Well Dicky what do you have to say for yourself and this story?" General McKraken asked,

"Well Dad..er I mean Sir it is pretty spot on though I think we were given those adventurers a better run for their money." he was cut short by the General slamming his hands on his desk.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have the Grand Primarch, who some say will be war master after the war for the Republic save your son in a knife fight, with thugs in the Red Light district?!" The General said red faced.

"I am going to go to dinner with him tonight along with all the Generals as a big offensive is coming up so would you please behave yourself, because the next time I pick up a paper or watch a pictacast I don't want to see my son being scruffed and yelled at like a child!"

"Yes Sir!" Dicky said.

"Dismissed both of you!" He yelled as he watched them both walk out and then as if he was holding it in the entire time he started to laugh and laugh and laugh and finally said to himself, "Classic Gazef you give them hell!"

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As Martellus started to jog back from the fracas he had a big grin on his face as he hopped back into the Mcar trying to be careful not to get mud everywhere.

"What is that Big Grin for and why did you not just vox for some patrolman?" Nemu asked.

"Oh, that boy with the stab wound is Dicky, General McCracken's boy, I knew him back in the old country, his Dad did the same for us once, he is one of the few to survive the purge." He said with a smile.

"Well you made the news tonight but not the way they wanted, we were supposed to meet with the new Governor but instead all the reporters at the end of the line of cars were recording your twenty minute tirade." Nemu said and pouted and looked forward as she did not want to hear what he had to say back.

"Who's gonna watch an Old General cuss out three grunts opposed to the newest town of the Imperium being blessed by the our only living saint? He asked.

She turned and smiled at him, "You're right," she said and kissed him.

He was wrong and it did make front line news and the Blessing of Tempest made second page news, she did not speak to him for three days after.

Grand Primarch Martellus walked back in forth, on one side was Dorn with his black templars with scrimshawed skulls of their enemies on their armor and on the other side was Rogal with their armor painted red instead of black and had been racing their new vehicles destroying them and everything else. He had heard the news that both Terran Marine units started to show strange behavior, he spoke with with Iron Priest and they said each Gene-seed would display usual traits, and that he would be prone to unusual behavior in the future.

"Now I have heard about the racing, the skulls from a stack of complaints from reclaimers, changing your armor paint without my permission, changing my war armor without permission! (His armor was now white because neither group wanted him to be the others color so they painted it from black to white.) Now I know what it's like to be one of the Emperor's son's we change when that seed goes into our chest, and I can accept whatever strange tendencies those bring forth, but one thing I will not overlook is fighting with one another!" Martellus shouted as he grabbed both Rogal and Dorn together, "These two are like sons to me and so are the rest of you, you can fight, you can die, you can win, you can lose, but do you have the strength to be loyal?! Do you have the courage to be faithful to Imperium? So what say you?

"Yes!" Everyone screamed in unison.

"We are the original, before the founding let our bonds break all Heresy and keep the Imperium together!"

"Yes!" Everyone scream again.

"Now take off your gauntlets and cut your palm and make a blood oath with the man you least know from the other Chapter and let us never forget this night!"

They all did what the Primarch said happily, Rogal and Dorn swore to each other while Martellus shook hands with all 2000 men. That night and those quotes would create the most fierce and secretive group of Marines in the Imperium all Red and Black Templars along with the Chapter the Primarch would create would be known as the Trinity of Blood and whenever their was a mission that certain death was promised it was given to the Trinity and they always came back. This night would be talked about behind closed doors for centuries to come of what really happened that night.

After the ceremony Rogal and Dorn filled him in on running into a couple of enemy scout units and patrols but nothing major. Martellus then filled them in on what he told all the Imperial Guard Generals this evening, the Marines would go into the towns that were now hostile as they had taken over all that are friendly. Then after any resistance we would leave a sizable Guard unit inside the town and move to the next unit the south was the Imperiums.

"Are there any questions" Martellus asked.

Dorn and Rogal both smiled and said, "When do we start?" and laughed

Before Martellus went to sleep that night he spoke with Numu who said his teeth were getting sharper, he brushed it off but when he looked in the Mirror he noticed the same thing. This was possibly one of the things the Priest were talking about. When he went to sleep he had a dream he was drowning in blood and was struggling to stay afloat, when he finally went under and started to breath it in he felt wonderful.

"Sir it is time to get up we are five out!"

"Yep" he said to Dorn as he shook the sleep out of his head, they had been riding all night in the back of a rhino and was ready to get out. It smelled like the thirty other Marines who were sweating in their armor. They came to a stop, "Everyone put your helmets on," Martellus said. He left his off as he needed to communicate and be seen on the battlefield. They all loosely formed up in an infantry v with him second and a guy they named Twitch in the lead due to his freakishly fast reflexes, they made their way toward the town where they could see about fifty men some with axes, others bows and arrows and some with just pitchforks.

The Marines walked up to the men who were shaking in their boots, as they had already heard of the killing machines. A young man who looked like a soldier walked up to met Martellus and said, "We know we cannot fight men such a you if you be called men, but if your leader fight with me and win they have the town," he looked around and smiled very sure of himself.

Martellus looked at the men behind their leader and they looked scared and not because of them because of something else, "I am the leader of the Imperial Crusade Primarch Martellus and you would fight me?" all the Marines behind him started to laugh,

"Ey, said the young man I will and I am not afraid," the young man spat.

"You should be. I see you don't have a sword cannot fight without a sword." The young man started to sweat.

"Well here be settled with fists" he said slightly stuttering.

"Well we don't" Martellus said as he took his sword and threw it ten feet right in front of the young man. "Pull it out and we will have a fight then," Martellus said

The young man used all of his strength to get the sword out of the ground to sounds of jeers and insults he then rested the chainsword on his shoulder and ran toward Martellus and swung but it was a slow swing that it was easily sidesteped, and it happened again and again until after the fourth swing he could no longer swing the sword. All the Marines were jeering and laughing, the young man lost his cool and ran toward Martellus with a dagger, but before he could get within six feet of him he was grabbed by the head and lifted into the air kicking and screaming.

"What you got there boy a knife a little green I say so got yourself some poison, but this is what I think of a double minded man, who tells nothing but lies," Martellus said as he took his right hand and stuck it right through his stomach. Then he took his left hand and did the same as them man's eyes bugged out and started bleaching blood out of his mouth. He then lifted the man's body above his head and pulled each arm apart as the man slowly split and was ripped in two down the middle except for his head.

You could hear jeers and hoots from the Marine side but at the same time on the other side you could hear men puking and pissing their pants at what they just saw. The blood from the man who Martellus bifurcated splashed into his mouth when he was laughing and suddenly he saw the man with a group of soldiers, they planted explosives all over the town and planned on the man to throw the fight. He knew they were on the hill next to the village hiding in the trees.

He subvocalized on the vox, "It's a trap the town is a big explosive the men are laying ambush on the hill next to us."

"Roger that"

He walked up to some shaking old man and said, "The Imperial Guard will be here in an hour to take over the town." and walked off.

Then he signaled for everyone to load up in the Rhino and then told them to double back around and get out before they could hear the vehicle. The pulled out then followed the ridge round to the hills and dismounted. They slowly stalked up the hill and made their way to the top to find a group of 25 Republic soldiers all arguing what they should do, some wanted to wait until the Imperial guard showed up but some wanted to try and follow the Marine unit, "Remember 50,000 gold for a Marine alive or dead, that was the original goal." Martellus heard one of them say, Dorn signaled the explosives lines were cut, and they surrounded the men.

Martellus walked out he was angry, "I thought we were fighting soldiers, not a bunch a mercenary lowlifes that would kill an entire town to kill one of us." His eye was glowing red,

"God its Primarch Martellus the Red you saw what he did to Charles!" One of them said, "Not one step closer or we blow the town," Martellus started his chain sword and said, "Go ahead," The dove forward and cut the man who was speaking head off, he swung a left jab at the man next to him who tried to block it with a sword, which the force of the blow made the sword break into bits while Martellus fist blew out his head. The shrapnel from headless man's sword, went through the eye and out the back of the head of the man behind him and hit another man next to him in the gut, shoulder and blew out his lower jaw. Two men found courage and rushed him he jumped in the air and flipped over them while cutting one man in half and stabbing the other upon landing and letting the sword cut up through his chest neck and head. Three men tried to attack but the man in the back watched his friends guts spill out with a slash he did not even see but felt the air from the swing was like as strong breeze. He tried to turn around and run but could feel the bite of a chain sword down his back and fell in a pool of his own blood. The rest of the men tried to run but they met death from the other Marines standing in the woods. It was all over in less than a minute.

Some of the Black Templars were picking heads off the ground to see if they would make a good addition to their armor, Dorn ran over a picked the head of the first man that Martellus killed and put it in his bag, Martellus suspected he was going to get a gift from Dorn later tonight. All the Marines were searching and and looking for any intelligence when Dorn called Martellus over after he found a batch of paperwork that looked promising, Martellus walked over and took the papers that Dorn handed up from him.

Martellus looked at them and said, "If I think what this is, this is the that town and that mark above it means that it is pro-Imperium, so if these red marks mean each of these towns have been made some type of ambush. So that would mean they are keeping this entire line of towns are being held hostage." Martellus said as his voice trailed off.

"Congratulations on the the find," Dorn said.

"We need to get to the Rhino now! I need to get this to HQ before we lose a lot of men!" He said as he ran down the hill, he was happy they were the spearhead but that only gave them a few minutes before the assault on the other towns began. He ran into the rhino and got behind the command com's, "Primarch Red to HQ, HQ Please respond!" Martelles yelled into the mic, "Primarch Red this is HQ, I have you, please report." Martellus yelled, "HQ I have run into a Ambush of in town 1RL and found docs that state all towns in line with parallel 1R are friendly villiages, held hostage, please advise Do not enter towns, Do not Enter towns! Do you copy."

The radio chatter went out to twenty different assault teams, he just had to wait and see if he called it in on time, finally the radio responded to his call sign, "Primarch Red we got your message in time, one almost entered but heard you over the vox, reports for several sites of suspicious behavior, report suspicious behavior, please advise on offensive." Martellus was holding his breath as he exhaled happy he prevented a massacre he said, "Have all units check surrounding , high ground, or caves, do a complete sweep looking for,,,,"

"Boooom!"

Martellus was stopped by a enormous flash then explosion that he could see and hear from where he was, "HQ what was that?" Martellus screamed.

"HQ to Primarch a patrol group blew the town upon discovery, they all have been taken into custody," Martellus looked at Dorn then down and said, "Roger that lets be more careful outhere. Let get a body count for the trial and make sure you get some reporters we need the public to know." He said looking down.

"Roger that Primarch will do, will wait for further instructions."

"HQ I will head out their after our guard unit takes our town, Primarch Out."

Matellus got out and then threw his helmet and started to put dents in the side of the Rhino as he punched and kicked it, "Those Republic Generals who gave that order I am going to put my fist in the fracker's mouth mark my words Dorn!" He screamed as red energy started to glow from his body and his eye glowed like the sun.

Dorn had never seen his leader like this but it made his blood boil in anger as well as he could feel exactly what he said. "Roger that sir!

Imperium Today
Do you know what is happen in your Empire

Tragedy on the Font!
Republic Soilers hold Pro-Imperium Town Hostage!

It was reported last week that an entire group of southern Republic towns were held hostage and loaded with explosives with the hope of killing the Imperiums brave Terran Marines. The plan was foiled by no other than Grand Primarch Martellus but unfortunately a group of Republic soldiers when cornered blew up a town by unknown means. Out of the 15 towns that were saved out of 16, the little town of Restrall was destroyed that had an estimated population of 1400 people. Justice was served today when all the soldiers were found guilty by military Tribunal and executed, Private Hawking's of the Republic scouts is living a lifetime sentence for giving up information the General Grant Gillscale of the Republic special warfare unit gave the order for 50,000 gold coins for a dead Marine and was the orchestrator behind the atrocity. Signed Republic government documents seen on pg. 2 also collaborate with his testimony. When asked about what type of justice should be served for those responsible Primarch Martellus "The Red" was quoted saying, "I have 50,000 gold coins I am personally going to melt and pour down their throats!" The General known for his colorful comments was enraged by the incident that could have results in tens if not hundreds of thousands of civilian and military deaths. When the paper asked for a clarification on the Primarch's comment his office said, "Obviously emotions are running high right now and the General will give all perpetrators of the crime due process." Due to the Republic callous use of the lives of civilians, certain military treaties are no longer going to be upheld.

"Welcome and thank you for watching the Your Imperium the number one watched picto-cast for Imperium news, I am your host Genus Taelida and I am here with Commissar Silva Gillscale who has been our weekly source of report straight from the battlefront. Now some of you might recognize that name as his father is the General of the Northern Heretic Army accused of war crimes. Welcome!"

"Thank you glad to be here!" Silva said sitting in a chair behind a desk.

"Now we would like to clear the air as I know this is loaded but some are calling for your fathers immediate execution, as well as calling your loyalty into question, how do you feel about these accusations." The young elf woman asked that was the host of the show.

"Listen, I was once a part of the Republic but as most nations in the Imperium I recanted of heresy and joined just as the entire of the south republic has without blood. So I would like to be an example if you will of the good faith between the newest members of the the Imperium and the oldest." Silva said with a smile.

"Is it also not true that you are personally attached to the Marine units that came under attack as well, and that you yourself came close to injury?" Genus asked with a staged smile.

"That is absolutely correct, if you remember I was with the onsite when it happened and was lightly injured, I even received this metal as I was able to heal a few townsmen." He proudly said as he pointed to a metal that was pinned to his chest.

"So we are all thinking what is next and how will justice be taken, what are your thoughts" The young host asked.

"Well we have already intervened with a quick reaction force to send a message, Sorry I cannot say more at this time but I will make sure you are the first to know with a interview." Silva said smiling

"Thank you for that Commissar Silva we appreciate it, and know for the next report, the undead, are you properly using them for your manual labor?"

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The man finished reading the report placed the paper down his chair was facing outwards as he talked to the two men behind him. "Well we have caused a real problems for ourselves gentlemen, we know are not only enemy combatants but war criminals."

"But General if I may it is only a few articles it could not be that bad." The slinder officer said.

"That bad, that bad, you turn of any imperial picto casts and they have picture of dead children on the news! I had my own daughter ask me why I killed all those people?"

"Well we have nothing to fear if we win the war!" A stocky officer with a scar that ran across his face.

"If we win the war? IF WE WIN THE WAR!? Unless the dragon clans get involved and from what I heard they have been building boats up north and are planning going back to their homeland. They do not think this country is worth saving, even my own son and General Grey have defected after they destroyed our entire southern army in a hour!"

As he was screaming at is two Jr. Officers a knock on the door was heard.

"Yes come in!" General Gillscale said.

A old wrinkled man wearing an old sage uniform walked in slowly with his staff and said, "Granty is this a Good time?"

The General stood up and turned around and walked up to the old man and bowed and kissed his hand.

"You two may leave" The General said to the two officers who fell over each other to get out.

"Granty we have a problem, the fleet we had made is gone, one of the Imperial skyships came from they sky and then dropped those Marine abominations from the sky and slaughtered everyone, man woman and child in the town, and you know everyone if of high dragon blood there and they were cut down like sheep." The old man said in an angry tone.

"That bastard Martellus the Red was the leader of the raid and told a young girl the only survivor to tell our General a town for a town right after he ripped the head of her father's head and put it in a bag, you might know him your brother and the girl is your niece!"

The old man started to hit the General over the head with his staff as he just sat there and took it, as the thought that the Gillscale the village of the Gillscale clan was gone. He grew up in that town, his brother mas the mayor, how could this happen.

"You poked the bear and know you doomed our entire clan, there five of us left and one works for the very man who wiped us out but he did not start it, you stupid boy, you stupid, stupid boy why do you think we were building ships and now you have doomed us all."

"This could unite us all the clans the death of our clan could finally ignite the truce we need to win this war" The General said.

"We have a lot to talk about!" The only man said as he shuffled out where there was a little girl with blank eyes waiting for him.

Short Chapter as this was more a collection of short stories for me, but I am setting the next chapter for some fun stuff, I have lost motivation on this one I have written a lot in a short time, if there is anything you think would be cool please comment or give me some ideas, I am running dry, so anyways leave comments!