[King Ulrik Flamebeard]

Ok, bear with me here folks. I'd written one 40k story before and my knowledge upon the fluff is sketchy at best; but I was inspired by reading a BL novel (Iron Hands) and thought I'd give it a go. So here's the first part of my story, no title as of yet.

Any comments are always welcome.



Chaplain Daceus shielded his eyes from the glaring sun, even the sun filters built into his ancient suit of power armour failed to filter out the glare of the twin suns at their zenith. A whisking breeze whipped up the sands into a wave, it crashed upon the thirty marines like the ocean's tide.
“There Chaplain, that rock formation. The auspex indicates that this breeze with turn into a storm.� the tinny voice of Brother Simoen crackled over the vox. Daceus looked up at the blazing suns once more then out across the desert, the heat making the air shimmer and cook. Even to his superior sight he could make out the beginnings of a sand storm.
“Agreed. All squads, make for the cover of the rocks. We shall have to wait it out.� he did not need to wait for affirmation as the squads trudged through the soft sand. The structure to which they had just entered was a section of natural rocks, centuries of sand storms and the beating sun had turned them into a glass like housing, relatively safe from the perils of the storm to come. The marines spread out, bolters at the ready as their training took over and they affectively checked the 'complex' over. It was empty, the sentries were set and the rest of the small party put themselves into half sleep. As the half sleep swept over him Chaplain Daceus' mind slipped back to the beginnings of the mission.

Daceus knelt before a statue of the Immortal Emperor in pray, the blessed crozium of his office stood before him; the aquilla head of the item of his office reflected the burnish glow from his object of prayer. His skull faced helmet lay beside him as he saw it fit to show his true face to his god. He was armoured the typical Black Templar way, scriptures of the holy Emperor adorning its blessed surface: the white cross emblem of his chapter upon the left shoulder also also covered in the litanies of the Imperial Creed. His right shoulder stood out as a skull picked out in bone filled its surface, his name and the holy name of the Emperor ran above and below it upon scrolls. Parchment reading of the holy Emperor's works and that of his son Rogal Dorn; hung about his waist. He was a walking icon of the Emperor's words,litanies of hate lined his bolt pistol; litanies of strength and courage rolled across his chest and arm. A book from whence the words came swung from his armour. His calm mind was quickly alert to the sound of boots in the empty chapel , but they stopped a respective distance and allowed the holy brother to finish his prayers to the God-Emperor.

Rising Daceus placed the skull helm upon his head and turned to the intruder, a neophyte stood with his head bowed. Daceus looked upon the Neophyte, the new recruit of the chapter; each one is given to serve and learn from a full bother of the Black Templars. They are taught all they will need to know, from the chapters history to the correct chants to appease the machine spirit within the weapons and armour. They also served the bothers as pages in chapter ceremonies and at the great feasts held, each one seeing to his overseer's needs. This neophyte was bound to Brother Arourn, the icons on the neophytes armour matching that of his master's.
“What is it?�
“The Captain respectively requests your presence upon the command bridge, M'lord� the trainee space marine could not keep the stuttering from his voice as he addressed the skull headed Priest. He inspire awe and fear into the hearts of the marine he fought alongside with, he brought dead and fear to those who opposed the Emperor's wisdom.
“I shall be there shortly. Inform the Captain I must speak with the Apothecaries.� the Neophyte's head bobbed as he understood his command and quietly slipped away.

KU