Meeting the devil
Ok I have gotten some personal messages some are good and some are kind of well depressing I don't know what to say about them, but hey I try and improve myself unlike other writers yet they still get millions of reviews and their stories sucks bad. But anyways here is the third hope you like it. Any similarities in names with people in real is a pure act of casualty and I do not make any kind of money in this so don't sue me. All character belongs to their respective owners and they don't belong to me in any sense whatsoever.
~Third person pov~
The new Primarch stood at 7 feet and 5 inches tall outside of his armor an impressive height his body build was incredible displaying the years of combat and experience and his entire scars which without any doubt were gained in the field and most likely in this planet. One of his most impressive scars was one running from his left eye all the way down to his jaw making us wonder what kind of beast could make this scar to this incredible warrior. His armor a combination of color between red and orange was a complete strange design to be seen in the imperial service, the armor not overly bulky like ours but a more slick version form fitting almost like it was built for speed and maneuverability instead of resistance and direct combat.
The most distinguishing thing about the armor was his helmet which was very unique and different from ours. Our helmets by tradition were mostly the same, resembling the skull of a human, but his helmet was nowhere near that. His helmet was the same color as his armor the only difference was his visor instead of the normal two eyeball opening his was in the form of a T the visor a frightening flat black.
His weapons where a thing to see all his weaponry used to belong to the heretics from the standard blaster all the way to the power sword and Warhammer meaning that he have been fighting alone and with scavenged weapons from the enemies. The only thing that remained in apparent original condition was his standard, a weird skull of an animal that none of us have seen before embroiled in golden tread all hold high and together by a ten feet golden pole with a golden eagle resting at the very top.
~Pilot pov~
We stand in the briefing room waiting high in orbit around the planet for our orders, must of us are eager to return to Terra and awake our emperor from his slumber so he can bring things back to order, driving around the warp have been getting every time more and more difficult. "Attention!" the Sergeant call us up and through the doors comes the reason why we are so far into the Eye of Terror the lost Primarch march through helmet missing his eyes missing of any trace of emotion and his stride with purpose exceeding confidence and authority, this was a person that his soldiers would die for if it was asked them to do so. The Primarch approaches the podium everything falls silent and he clears his throat.
"First of all I want to thank you all to have come and retrieve me from this infernal place. Secondly I wish to have been retrieved in better circumstances, but we all know the reason why we are here. The emperor is dying" He said the cold hard truth that few of us didn't want to believe. "Luckily for us there might be a hope for us all since my father told me that I could save him" He said "Then what are we waiting for? Let's return to Terra so you can restore him!" interrupted a trooper, the Primarch smiled at the action of that trooper.
"I like your enthusiasm trooper, but here are the reasons why I can't do it. One my father gave me direct instruction in a vision to retrieve my legion from their sector once I was free before heading to restore him. Two no matter if I succeed in healing him or fail he would be too weak or dead, something that will get attention from Chaos and his followers that without doubt will try and exploit that and attacks us and that is why I need my legion they will act as reinforcement for the defense." The man told us clearing any ideas that this plan was a foolproof plan and guaranteed the healing of the emperor and even if it succeeded the threat of war was imminent.
"The plan is very simple we burn this planet to cinder, we head to my old sector retrieve the lost legion, return to the empire and disperse the legion to reinforce the defenses and restore my father to health, simple plan any question?" he asked and looked around to see if there was one. A captain of one of the companies assigned to our group rose. "Sir with all the respect you deserve, when was the last time you contacted or heard anything from that legion? How can we be sure that they are still there or as matter of fact they still exist?" The captain indeed made a valid question that many of us didn't dare to do, Mandalore the name that the Primarch claimed to be given looked at the end of the room staring it blankly. "My last communication with them was 40,500 years ago the day of my banishment. My legion is very unlike yours it was designed and structured so that it could still be active even when I was gone or dead, they are trained and instructed to follow orders that make sense not blindly follow them and the best part of them is that my legion is a culture it's an idea that they follow by heart and unless somehow the enemy managed to kill every person of my sector you cannot kill that idea and unless I have visual confirmation that they are no longer there I will not stop looking for them." Mandalore said with a fore burning in his eyes that could be used to inspire any troop in the universe. "What are your orders Primarch?" the ship commander asked not wanting to waste more time in this desolated sector.
"We head to my sector the computers already have the coordinates for the jump, once we clear form warp power down the shields and weapons and do not try to scan the area until I say so." He told us and that made me feel nervous so I had to rise from my seat "Jumping without shields or weapons charged to a unknown place? Sounds a little to risky sir" I said to him trying to see if he would change his mind. "Not at all if we were to warp like that to the sector we would be shot and destroyed without any chance of talk, now if we warp without any kind of power on those ships they might try and communicate with us" those words didn't really put me at ease so I had to do it again "Might?" I asked him and he looked a little white in that question. "It will depend on the commanders mood of the day if they talk with us or not, and before you ask who might he be let me tell you beforehand the commander is a woman and that woman is the one we have to meet to gather up my legion and to add it up she is my fiancé"
This might be my last chapter don't know probably I will just dedicate myself to read instead of writing. Hope you enjoy it or not whatever.