(Gonna preface this a bit, this is a potential canon, as in could maybe happen, but it is not certain, also not sure how well all the sections in this line up)
A space marine was wounded in battle, he was taken off the lines and treated. While he is recovering he decided to watch a bunch of children so that the sisters in charge of them can go out and help the medics or just get some rest, he decides to tell the children a story.
(Some of this stuff probably wouldn't be mentioned to children, but I do not care)
It was the selection day, every ten years the steel wardens would tour the worlds of the sub-sector, dealing with any pressing issues that may have arisen and helping the people, hosting festivals to raise morale and Trials to find potential recruits for the chapter.
I had been training for the selection day for as long as I could remember. The emperor's angels only recruited children from 13 to 16 and so each world in the sub-sector would train the generations that would be eligible, ensuring that only the best possible candidates would go through the trials, there would always be 100 or less picked, never any more.
And I was one of the candidates, I had been trained both physically and mentally in preparation for the trials my entire life, and I was about to begin the first of the trial, there were hundreds of thousands of applicants every year and the first puzzle was designed to weed out all but 10 percent of them, and it was a challenge of the mind, not the body.
I was put in a small room with no other applicants, only a camera and a locked box, holding the puzzle, and I knew that all the boxes would open at the same time and that the timer would start the moment the box unlocked, the buzzer went off and he quickly opened the box, on average it took 3 hours for the first 10 percent to finish the puzzles every selection day, and I finished in 2 and a half, he had passed the first trial.
With so many of the applicants removed, the second trial was more complex, challenging both the body and the mind. I would be put in a large room full of obstacles and hazards, with numerous machines that needed fixed or maintained. I was given a set of tools and then locked into the room, If I failed to maintain something, passed out or got incapacitated by the rooms hazards I would be eliminated, I had to maintain gas pressure or the room would be flooded with deadly gas, empty everfilling vats of hot oil, repair broken gears and pipes on still running machines, all while dodging swinging machinery, random gouts of steam, and crawling through a tangled mess of wires and piping. As time went on the machines would break down faster and the hazards would only get more severe, there was no food or water, and there was no time to rest.
It was a test of endurance and willpower as much as It was a test of problem solving.
I spent 2 days in the room before 90 percent of the other applicants had once again been eliminated, covered in burns and bruises, tired and hungry both. I and the other remaining applicants were afforded a small meal and a 30 minute break before the next trial. Every remaining applicant was in one room, and we were all so tired that it was quite save for the sound of eating.
Of the hundreds of thousands of applicants now less than 3000 remained. And the next trials would only shrink that number farther.
The third trial, anyone who made it past this would get an award from the steel wardens and could choose to join a guard regiment that the steel wardens supplied, even if they failed the next trial, as a reward for making it so far.
For this trial each applicant was given a helmet, and we were instructed to put it on, we all knew what this trial was, It was the simulations.
As I donned the helmet I lost feeling in my body and could see nothing, but before I could panic light filled my vision, from 10 separate points, my viewpoints were in a metal corridor, I knew that this was a maze of halls and that every other applicant was somewhere in here, we had each taken control of 10 of the steel wardens drones, and we would have to fight in those metal corridors until only 500 of us had any drones left.
None of the applicants, myself included had any training for this, the only way we could have was if we had joined one of the steel guard battalions and qualified to be a drone operator, and you had to be 18 years to join, this was a test of adaptability, everything before now we could have prepared for but this trial would test our ability to overcome new challenges, I do not know how long It took me to begin moving my drones through the halls, and I do not know how long I fought and destroyed other's drones in those metal corridors.
The first time I encountered another applicants drone swarm I found them scattered through a corridor, bouncing off walls and randomly firing their weapons, they had even managed to destroy a few of their own drones with friendly fire, and It still took me what felt like hours to destroy their drones, and I lost one of my own to a stray round in the process.
As time went on and I fought more and more drones I got better at controlling my own, shooting down my enemies wherever I found them, but as I improved so did my opponents, eventually everyone who couldn't control their drones was eliminated and every fight became a true struggle.
I was down to my last 4 drones when the match finally ended, I was mental exhausted from what I was sure had been days of fighting, and I knew that the 4th trial would be soon.
When I came to, my body was cramped and sore, and I felt like I hadn't eaten in days, thankfully a meal had been set on before each of the remaining applicants and I ate until I felt I would burst, we again had 30 minutes to rest and prepare before the next and final trail.
After the 30 minutes had passed we were divided into groups of 10 and given armor and weaponry, today I would meet the steel wardens for the first time, during our trials the steel wardens had been going from major city to major city, meeting with the faithful of the emperor at large festivals or working with the arbites to route out crime and heretics from our cities, only 10 space marines had come, but crime on the world lowered for weeks after they left.
But now for the final trial they had come back, we would be going out and fighting a single unarmed space marine in groups of ten, using only the weapons we had been given, a las pistol and a chain sword, this would be suicide in a real fight and we had no hope of winning, we were not meant to, we were meant to impress the space marines.
Each marine would face 5 groups one after the other, and I was in the 3rd group that would be fighting this marine, but it certainly didn't look like it, his armor was spotless and undamaged, the only way you could tell there had been a fight at all was the damage to his surroundings.
I wish I could tell some grand story of my battle with the marine but I can not, I was beaten so badly that I can only remember the buzzer announcing the start of the fight and the marine turning towards us before my memory fades.
I was later told by my senior brothers that I had been one of the last members of my group standing and that I kept getting up no matter how many of my bones he broke before eventually he had hit me in the head hard enough to knock me unconscious, which is why I couldn't remember the fight.
But I do know that when I woke up a few days later I was onboard the steel warden's battle barge, lying down in their medbay. Whatever I had done in my fight had been enough to qualify me, I was one of the 100.
After I finished my stay in the medbay I joined all the other successful applicants for training. It was harsh, and every day left me mental and physically exhausted. Applicants would fall unconscious before being dragged off by drones and we were all put on specialized diets and medications to help our minds and bodies grow.
This training routine kept up for months as the ship finished it's tour of the sector and began heading back to the chapter's homeworld, Navius.
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Navius was where our real training began, the world was covered in fortress and bunker and I was tasked to defend them along with other trainees, some were sisters from the order of the metals red bloom/ steel rose, who served as ground troops and healers both, trained to use the weapons and medicine of Nauvis their drones patrolled their fellow trainees and healed any injuries they found, whether the trainee consented or not.
The guardsmen of the steel swarm trained as well, learning how to direct turrets and drones to defend a base, and when to prioritize repairing a defense or when you left it broken to focus your attention where it was truly needed, and spending day and night ready for any attack, ever vigilant.
Tech priests and their skitarii guards were present as well. Though in lesser numbers, they would tend to the machine spirits and oversee and maintenance needed to ensure the machines stayed pure.
And the trainees and applicants all fought together against tides of insects or orks, fighting day and night to hold them off, spending any time we were not under attack repairing the fortresses or being taught by our superiors, learning the rights to craft weapons and build fortifications, we were taught how to best be a member of the steel wardens, and it was our job to ensure their were as few loses as possible among the fellow trainees.
It was not just fresh applicants though, you were to serve in the fortress of Nauvis for 10 years, and survive, before you could become a true space marine, your augmentations would begin after your first year, but they would not finish until the day you donned your armor and choose your new name.
You may have noticed that there were thousands of applicants for the steel wardens, at least a hundred or fewer applicants from every planet in a sub sector is a far larger number than a space marine chapter can have, that was because only the best of the best would be allowed to join, and the fortress of Nauvis were our testing grounds, ten years spent proving myself worthy of each augmentation, and with each added augmentation I would be moved closer to the front lines of Nauvis, assigned to more important parts of the front, as to better prove myself.
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The first fort I was stationed in was made with the untrained and unhardened in mind, the defenses were largely automated, if anything went really wrong the drones could repair the entire base without help, and trainees significantly farther along taught all the new arrivals how to survive.
The only times we were truly in danger were when the defenses were intentionally disabled and enemies were drawn in to attack us, but the senior trainees would do this at random times, be it in the middle of a meal or the middle of night, with no warning the alarms would blair and we would be expected to wake and fix the defenses or fight off the attack, depending on the situation.
The first attacks I fought against I was serving under a sister of battle, she was 5 years my senior and had been serving on Nauvis her whole life, having been evacuated from her world by the steel wardens before the hive fleets could arrive, with her seniority and long service she had been awarded a suit of masterwork power armor, and it was her job to train the space marine applicants who came to her fort, and she was diligent in her duty, going around the base and breaking machinery that could have stayed running for centuries to ensure we knew how to fix it if it ever broke in a real battle, ensuring that any supplies we ordered were late or that the wrong things were sent, to teach us how to work without proper equipment, how to fight under equipped.
She would run us through weapon drills, best us in spars and spend hour teaching us where we went wrong, she taught us when it was best attack or to defend, or simply when a fight was unwinnable, she would go out alone to provoke an attack on our base, and we would be expected to fend off the hordes of bugs.
And when we were injured in the defense she would ensure we were healed, if we were ever severely hurt in a spare she would force us into a medicae's care, she pushed us until we broke and then she put us back together to break again.
It wasn't only space marine applicants at the fort, there were trainee sisters of the armored rose, and trainee guardsmen, It was just that we had special treatment, we were expected to fight on the fircest fronts, repair the most difficult equipment, and to fight longer and harder than any others, and I did, after 4 months of serving at the initiates fort I was granted my first augmentation and a very basic suit of power armor, barley even an armored exoskeleton.
At that first fort failure was punished with injuries and extra lessons, very rarely did anyone get seriously hurt and deaths with uncommon, that was only the case at the first fort, there failure was expected if not desired, it was not shameful to fail as long as you did not make the same mistakes again, at any of the other fortress on Nauvis failure was met with severe injury to the unlucky and death was common for the unwary.
Now this might give you the Idea that Nauvis was a world were the imperium is on the edge of being pushed off the planet, that is only partially true, the fortress's I was training in were in "contested zones" and surrounding each contested zone was a great wall, not manned by mortals, but rather mighty machines spirits, space marines, and the will of the maker himself, it may be that if the bugs made a dedicated effort to wipe out the fort's and breach the wall that they would succeed, and it's all but fact that if the bugs wanted a fortress gone it would be wiped out within a day.
But the bugs did not do this, they stayed in the contested zones, large patches spanning hundreds of kilometers around the planet, and only attacked the fortresses in the contested zones, with only the rarest of attacks on the wall itself.
That does not mean that Nauvis is safe though, and through my years of training I lost many brothers and sisters to the bugs, but Nauvis did not hate humanity, it just wanted to see how far we could go before we broke, and sometimes we would be found wanting.
I spent 3 months at the second fort, I fought alongside my brothers and sisters and I learned, I added weaponry and armor to my power armor, I controlled swarms of drones or turret clusters to fight off attacks, I built walls and weapons, and I bled oil and blood and ichor onto the soil of Nauvis, and finally I was found worthy of taking the next step, granted more advanced tools and supplies to craft my armor and receiving my next round of augmentations.
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In other chapters of space marines they receive their power armor and decorate it throughout their service, but at its core their armor is roughly identical, with the same colors and patterns, the only unifying feature of a steel wardens armor is the symbol of our chapter, we craft our armor ourselves throughout our training and each suit of armor is unique to the person that built it, I say person because our sister in arms build their own armor as well, only the guard do not and the only reason for that is their shorter training times and overall lower quality of power armor.
When a marine of the steel wardens fall in battle their armor is not reused, it is instead interred into the halls on Nauvis, modified by the machine spirits so that it may fight again, and then it will wait under the grand factory of Nauvis until it is called upon to fight the enemies of the chapter, taking with it the skill and fury of the marine that once wore it.
Though marines are not the only one to receive this privilege, while the sisters tend to will their armors to trainees or other orders, and the guards suits stay with the regiment, if an exceptional falls in battle their armor will rest in the halls with the other heroes of Nauvis, tended to by the drones from the inner factory.
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It went like that for years, fighting at various forts throughout Nauvis, slowly upgrading and building my armor, and earning more and more of my augmentations, learning how to fight, how to lead, and how to use ever esoteric weapon that the factory could produce, slowly mastering each task I was set out to do, learning first aid and battlefield medicine from a hospitalier, fighting alongside the guard, learning how to build every vehicle and weapon from scratch, and how to repair all but the most grievous damage.
Until finally after 10 years serving in the contested zones of Nauvis I was called into the most sacred place on Nauvis, the inner sanctum of both our primarch and the maker, the inner factory, I saw works of art beautiful enough to make a space marine weep, and technology so advanced it defied understanding, and what I had walked through was only a glimpse of the farthest reaches of the inner factory, which constantly produced the most advanced pieces of technology the imperium needed, all the mightiest armors, weapons and vehicles were produced in those great halls, from titans to the vehicles used the the emperor's own custodians.
And I was going there to receive my final augmentations, to truly become a space marine of the steel legion, of the tens of thousands of applicants who made it to Nauvis I was one of 10 who would be sent to join the ranks as a space marine, the other applicants still had a chance to join the ranks over the course of the next few years, but I was to be the first of the space marines of my generation.
I was lead through the twisting halls by one of the inner factories drones, a marvel of engineering with a stunning array of tools, its presence had a palpable weight to it, and I knew that I had the attention of the machine spirits guarding these halls, as the defense's tracked me through my journey.
The halls were covered with varieties of plants I had never before seen, and they all seemed to pulse with health and vitality, and the halls themselves were covered with artwork depicting the chapters history, every battle we had ever fought no matter how minor could be found somewhere within those halls, it mattered not if it was a shameful defeat or a great victory, everything from the birth of the primarch to battles that were still being fought were inscribed on the walls, I saw depictions of the Siege of Terra, the burning of Istvaan, the first fight against the great devourer, and battles forgotten by all except the machines who witnessed it.
I journeyed through the halls for days, the machine spirits guiding me to safe places to rest, and bringing me food and water to eat, I had entered with 9 others and I could not tell how long it had been since I had last seen them, before I finally came to a medical bay and the drone bade me to follow it inside.
As I lay on the operating table within the room the drone tied me to the table and I began to fall asleep, And I dreamt.
I dreamt of being a small part of a greater whole, a tiny new piece that had just been added to an ancient machine, one twined throughout with life and steel, I felt the machine as it Blanketed Nauvis and stretched out to the stars, I felt each battle the machine fought, hundreds of thousands of individual fronts, I watched as my brothers and sisters died on far off worlds that I had never before seen, I fought against ork, tyranid, traitor, and heretic with a thousand different bodies, I evacuated panicking civilians within my holds, I burned worlds before they could be lost.
I felt everything that the maker was, I saw my primarch fighting on some distant battlefield beyond my reach, felt the emperor's burning gaze from within the golden throne and could feel the light of the astronomican on the hulls of my ships as I sailed through the warp, I felt mad gods claw at my mind and I felt their hate for me.
I saw every individual mote of life that the maker protected, That Navius and the steel wardens protected, and I felt the maker at the center of it all, sheltering my mind and soul, and I felt that I had a choice to make.
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It is commonly known among the inquisition and other chapters of space marines that the chapter most resistant to demonic possession or corruption is the chapter of the steel wardens, It is not commonly known why that is, with only the chapter masters of the founding chapters and the most senior of inquisitors knowing why.
Every single fully fledged space marine of the steel legion is already possessed, not by the emperor nor the eldar goddess of life, and certainly not by a dark god of the warp, no each member of the steel legion carries in their soul a tiny fraction of the makers soul, a tiny piece of the great factory.
It's an even greater secret that the armors under the factory are not empty, when someone with a piece of the factory within their soul dies, whether a space marine a particularly devoted sister, or a guardsmen who truly embodied the factories ideals, their soul will be pulled back to the factory, and their armor will be readied for them, so that they may serve when they are needed again.
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As I made my choice I felt the vision fade, and I awoke lying on a bed, with my armor standing by the wall, I had been instructed to leave it before entering the factory and now I saw why, adorned on its surface was the symbol of the steel wardens, I had finished my trials.
I began donning my armor when I noticed something, I could feel the walls, I knew what machinery was behind them, If not what it did, And I could feel as a drone approached my room, It wasn't much, and without my superhuman senses I would not have noticed, But I could feel everything around me within a small radius, just a general sense of where it was along with a vague shape, but I could do it, the most pale of imitations of what I felt in my dream.
During my walk out of the inner sanctum I felt an impression of where I should go, And I knew one of my brothers was calling for me.
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It was that same day I truly met my brothers for the first time, before I had only seen them as peerless armored warriors, and this time I did not meet them as a starry eyed applicant, no I was officially one of them, with the factory's blessing to prove it.
My prior training had been to prove my worth, to show both the chapter and the factory that I was worthy of joining them, and I had succeeded, but that did not mean my training was over, I knew how to use my superhuman strength and skill, and I could fight better than the majority of mortal soldiers Nauvis produced, but I did not compare to the skills of the steel wardens.
Still my training progressed rapidly, and I quickly grew accustomed to my new enhancements, I was trained in the more esoteric secrets of the steel wardens and the factory. Things that I did not need to know before I was inducted, and I learned how to best leverage my new gifts.
Most of my new training did not actually take place on Nauvis, only the first few weeks of adjustment were actually carried out within the steel wardens citadel on Nauvis, No I was taken to steel wardens outposts throughout the sector, I fought against heretics and orks and I learned how the differed from the enemies from Nauvis, the main thing I noticed was that they were weaker, but the heretics could hide among the faithful, and the orks had uncountable numbers spread throughout entire sectors.
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A Steel Warden can hold a fort against insurmountable odds, and with the galaxy as it is, we often are. We are sent to worlds that would be lost without our intervention, either to retake or hold the world, or to evacuate all of the civilians that we can.
Manning star forts and building fortifications that will defend worlds for centuries, relieving defenders on contested worlds, and ensuring that as few lives are lost defending the imperium as possible, all of these things embody a steel warden.
The steel wardens don't just defend forts either, we are the closest thing to a mechanized astartes chapter in the imperium, and our engines of war ensure our victory on any field we fight on. Every single steel warden has his own set of wargear and his own personal vehicle, ranging from scout tanks to massive walking fortresses, to fight a steel warden is to fight against a tide of metal and machine.
Each warden is capable of controlling legions of drones to devastating effect, each capable of holding a far greater area than any could imagine, and we always fight in squads of four, even with larger groups of astartes we are still divided into smaller groups of four, one to build the fortifications, one to attack the enemy, one to man the defenses, and one to plan and coordinate, though these roles are fluid and every marine can and will occupy ever role.
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I would be remiss to not mention my mortal brothers and sisters, they make up the bulk of the forces Navius produces, and while their missions are not often as deadly as ours they still save more lives than any our chapter can manage, we do not have the numbers to defend even defend every world in a single sector, much less the entire imperium.
That is where the brave soldiers of the steel come into play, typically soldiers from Navius come specialized in mechanized assault or defensive engagements, though the elite power armored brigades are some of the more noteworthy forces fielded.
If you are on any fortress world in the imperium you will find members of the steel legions manning it, be it running the entire defense or merely serving as specialized forces, when the steel wardens are unable to come to a worlds defense we can rest easy if a force of the steel legions is there in our steed.
While other soldiers may break when under siege by enemy forces a soldier of Nauvis will thrive, often when our chapter arrives to relive worlds under siege the only reason there is anyone left to save at all is because a battalion of the steel legion has survived months of siege and encirclement without losing their edge, the main role of a commissar in the steel legions is to ensure that the guardsmen actually fall back when their defense's are being overrun.
If you leave a squad of the steel legions defensive arm alone for a week you will come back to find a series of defensive fortifications an astartes would balk at attacking, making use of the myriad of mines are defensive installations Navius provides, and if you leave them alone for longer they start putting up void shields.
The mechanized military arm of Nauvis is less unique, and while the vehicles and armaments of the legions are second to none they still serve as a typical mechanized force, if a highly trained and skilled one, often sent to the most brutal of defense's to break through enemy lines with a tidal wave of vehicles, all produced by Nauvis, these forces are often highly skilled and possess nerves of adamantium, capable and willing to charge insurmountable odds, and having full faith in their machines to see them through the battles they wage, or at the very least ensure their deaths are not easy.
The armored guardsmen of Nauvis, or as they are sometime called the "little marines" are probably the most famous of any guardsmen Nauvis fields, each guardsmen is clad in shielded sets of powered armor, and while each regiment has fewer soldiers than a typical force they advance equipment makes them more than equal to a regiment of far greater size, these regiments are made up of the elite guardsmen of Nauvis and the aspirants that fail their trials, making use of drones to make up for their reduced numbers these guardsmen are capable of taking and dealing immense punishment.
They are often credited with taking down traitor astartes with a mere five to one advantage, while other regiments from Navius may be fielded to less important fronts or left to guard important but currently uncontested systems, the armored regiments of Nauvis have no such luxury, they rarely if ever show up to a fight where victory is certain, and while an individual guardsmen of this regiment is more than a match for any other they posses higher casualty rates than you would expect for such a well armored group.
In the case of an evacuation or retreat these regiments will often volunteer to guard the rear and will ensure everyone has evacuated before they fall back, and they will often call in artillery barrages in on their own positions as they are being overrun, counting on their armor to save them.
The more militant orders of sisters exclusively use the power armor and vehicles of Nauvis, and use their weaponry to defend those who cannot, on human worlds who lack the light of the emperor they will arrive and both convert and defend the worlds from the xenos and the traitor, they do not go on crusades to purge the enemies of man, or at least they do not unless the cause is great and all of Navius is called to action.
No they instead serve as the guards and defenders of the less military inclined forces of Nauvis, trained to be more diplomatic and have a higher regard for collateral damage, they ensure that the engineering, hospitaller, and various relief forces Nauvis fields remain both safe and capable of continuing their sacred work, whether this defense is through diplomacy or fire does not truly matter to these sisters of battle.
The order's hospitaller serve in a wide variety of roles, ranging from battlefield medics to running hospitals on both developed and developing worlds but their mission statement stays the same no matter how and where they serve. They are to use the resources and tools of Nauvis to lessen suffering wherever they are.
There is no permanent population that lives on Nauvis, while there are some people who were born on the surface, and even more who have died, there are no true cities or population centers, everyone on Nauvis will eventually leave to fight or serve elsewhere. But Nauvis still fields troops who are 'of' Nauvis, and the order Hospitallers are the reason we can, the orphanages they run, both on and off Nauvis, supply all of our forces with the largest portion of our recruits, with the few refugees who decide to stay on Nauvis to train and serve making up the rest.
There are few doctors and medics that can rival the order hospittlers of Nauvis, and almost all of those who can are mechanicus or space marines, of mortal practitioners there can be no true comparison, I have often been treated by them myself, on the occasions I am wounded and an apothecary is farther away or occupied, and the sisters are trained and capable of treating space marines.
The sisters of Nauvis are the forces with the most contact with the wider imperium, the guardsmen and steel wardens both spend most of our time in combat, and while the Guardsmen do have leave they don't tend to use it socializing with other imperial citizens, this simple fact makes the sisters, who mingle and interact with the wider imperium daily, the informants of Nauvis.
Often if our task is to purge traitors in the imperium it was the one of the orders who found them, I have heard tales from more talkative members of the steel legion that while they were on leave, a sister would walk into their barracks or bar and "acquire" a squadron or two of guardsmen to purge a cult or two in the city.
I have asked the sisters about this behavior, just as a matter of making conversation as the behavior was not concerning and needed no reprimand, and the answer they gave was simple and enlightening, the pdf and arbites of a world may fall to temptation, and as such cannot always be trusted, but a guardsmen of the steel legion will never fail to fight when called upon, we are all of Nauvis and we will all stand as one.
You may be wondering if anyone has ever taken advantage of this steadfast support of each other, whether it being a traitor impersonating a Sister of Nauvis or a Sister of Nauvis becoming a traitor, for the former it is more difficult than merely donning a sisters armor to impersonate a member of the order, All who train on Nauvis receive standardized augmentations, and included in this is an identification badge, identifying the person's rank and location of service, and this badge will deactivate if it is removed or if the bearer dies.
I am certain an inquisitor could manage the task of impersonating someone who was trained on Nauvis, but the common man can not, and there are quite a few tales of people trying, safe to say it goes poorly for the traitors.
On the latter there have been occasions this has occurred, though they are very, and I must stress this, very rare. And when this treachery is discovered the might of Nauvis is mustered and the traitors are crushed, and any damage they manage to cause is fixed as best we are able, and we are very capable.
Most Astartes chapters do not formally claim allegiance with so many, or for that matter any, orders of sisters and guardsmen, the guardsmen is a simple answer, we are trained together on the same world, we fought and trained together and this formed an understanding. This is also true with the sisters, though there is more to why the orders formed in the first place.
We all fight for the emperor, the primarch, and the factory, and that binds us together.
AN-
yes if you die in service to the factory you become a wraithguard, no I am not particularly happy with this story and I think I left a few of my own notes in it.
I wanted to spend longer reworking this but at this point I am sick of rewriting sections of this, I wanted to write about actual battles and have combat scenes but that would just ballon the word count and writing time, I Also wanted to write about special vehicles and tactics the steel wardens use, like orbital drop fortresses.
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