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The home world of the Dark Angles shatters, cracking under the appocoliptic orbital strikes barages. The now scrambled ships of the fallen, battleing loyal Dark Angles, begin to move off, just as a warp strom opens ripping its way into the fabric of real space. The traiters all pulled into the madness of the strom, ships, men, weapons and the like. The portal stayed open though... for the hatred of the chaos gods is not easily disprused, once the traitors had all been sucked away, the strom raged on, treatening to engulf all of what was left of the broken, once proud home world of the Dark Angles.
The dark angles inner circle has long since poured over what happened on that horrible of most horrible days. By their caculcations there is a huge discrepancy between how many succesor chapters where created, and the numbers of wounded or killed marines upon that day, compared with the logs salavged from the remaining fleet of the Dark Angles, not only this, but 3 unacounted for ships.
Little is known about the Lion El'Jonson. And still less upon what happened after he was struck with a faital attack, by his once closest friend and brother. It is said that the watchers in the dark, took him, deep withen the rock of the Dark Angles, of this few are certain this is the whole story. But their is no record of events of him, before or after they took him.
A misterious log of a tranmission took place, during the time the ships of the fallen where heading into the warp strom. Of what the transmission says has clearly been edited from all records in the Dark Angles. The log stays open an unsessarily long time, for just under3 minuets.
+++ Transmission Code WingxG8 +++
Audable sound: Error sound unretreable.
Logged orders: Hold, all ships are to hold postions.
Message Durration: 248 seconds.
+++ End Trasmission +++
The 13 Black crusade has come to a close, horrific losses on all sides, the imperium learnly breaks, and holds on by just a tread. Much of the Imperium has been pushed back, though cadia still holds her ground, feacly defying the Gods of Chaos.
The Rock floats in space, the giant space hulk dwarfs the surrounding fleet, and the might of dark angles silently wounders in space. They have finished with many repairs, and have stopped at one of their breading worlds, for they have lost many warroirs, and are in need of new marines, to replenish their 3 and 5th companies, which have suffered horrendus losses.
The sun beats down upon the exploded side of the ship, the light hitting the dead rock, it is rare for the ship to be so lightly lit up, it is acustomed to be clacked in utter darkness, where it is nearly invisable, the back rock, blending in prefectly with its surroundings. Though even with the sun, it does not reflect much and could easily be lost if one was not looking for it. But the rays of light contained something else, through space shot a single marine, with jump pack, he was armed with exotic weaponry, and glorious armour, painted black, the only none black items where his bages of office, and holy items, for which he would never allow any from of tainting to their purity. He made final adjustment to his plath. A small spirt of his jump pack, orented himself to the ship poperly, feet heading down towards, the almost moon side ship. He landed on the surface, allowing his legs to aborb most of the impact, then quickly grabbing onto gaget rocks, and holding on as he nearly bounced off, he has almost forgetten that this ship would not allow him to magitise his boots.
He made his way acrose the ship, to a deep whole in the surface of the rock, this whole was once the entrance to their great forace monetary, not was all but for show, it had not been used in over a millenia. he enter the chamber, gradually he felt gravety, and expertly contored his body to meet it with aporate messions, he now walked upon the ground towards the door. On his belt their where many items, melta bomb, frag grenades, a teleport homer, and most notably a sheethed rosarius, just above it, hung, from a neckless a crozius arcanum, and on his other side, he wore a side arm, bolt pistol. He grasped a large circular door-knocker, it was elaberatly designed, with the simblars of the might dark angles on it. He felt a rush of joy, yet he was still uneasy. He raised it, and then struck the door, 3 times. Inside the ship the roar boomed. Two dark angle vangaured, watches of the great door, at once gripped their bolters tightly, no dark angle had ever entered through that door, without first going through it, for 10 thousand years. But it was their duty to open the door, but this was so odd, they infromed the commander on duty. They swung the large, 30 foot tall doors open. Bolters trained on the indevicudaul, they where stunned. The intruder made no motion, nor spoke. Behind them, near the edge of the opening in the rock, a force field buzzed on, containing the air within it. Befor the doors had even touched their resting places, the air charged near them. And 5 members of the Death Wing, stemped trough the ward surrounding the chaplain. The chaplain made no motion of fear, instead he stud his ground, eyes peicing into the stargents of the terminators. Finally after a long time, the chaplain slowly raised his hands, and removed his helmit. In response the death wing raised their weapons from chest level, to head level with the chaplain. Down the hall came Grand Master Forlance, without cummincation, the Sgt backed away slightly, and Forlance took his place, imediatly drawing his sword. He spoke, "Who are you?" This was the first time, any one but a dark angle had been aboard this ship, it was also the first time any one had ever tracked down the dark angles for this Forlance was furious, and was unsure of what to make of this man, though he bore makes of an imperial chaplain, and killing someone with such a brave heart, and which also had interesting and punderus capabilities, may be a mistake in the eyes of the emperor. The chaplains only repley was "I am a son of the Lion." Forlance was still unsure what to make of this. "To which successor chapter do you owe your elgance?"
"I hold my eligance to none, but the lion, and the emperor." Forlance lowered his sword somewhat. At this, the chaplain made his first move, reaching for something under his claok, Imedatly the a powerfist besit his body, gripping his holder, with but the sightest nod from the GrandMaster would the life of this chaplain be torn out of him.
In the next moment the teleport homer lit up, and 9 members of the chaplains body gaurd, all in jump packs teleported onto the ship. "Enough!" boomed the chaplain. "Weapons down!" order the chaplain. The squad did as he said. "I am chaplain Gaibrail leader the 3rd Legion of the Dark Angles, realise me or die." He turned his head to the terminator, who held him in a death grip. the terminator looked to the grand master, who nodded his head. The terminator gave the chaplain a tight squeese and then realeased him, such a squeeze would have made an ordinary man cry out in pain, but the chaplain didnt flince, nor did he even blink. They had almost broke into full combat, but for the extream respect the fellow members of the assault squad had for their leader, the ensuing battle would probably have left many dark angles dead, as welll as the assault squad and chaplain. The chaplain spoke again " I must speak to the holder of the keys " Forlance at once turned around, dismissing the 2 Guadians of the door. "what do you know of the holder of the keys?" Forlance asked. "That he holds the book of salvation" replied Gabriel. "I should kill you for revealing such secrets to members of your "legion" you speak of, i see no markings of terminator honors, nor simbals of the death wing upon them." Gabrials eyes narrowed, he grew angry at this insulting speach. "Fool, I could not conseal the knowledge of event, that my men have witness with their own eyes, any more then you could stop your men from breathing." Forlance: "Traiots!" he brought his sword up again, the deathwing swifting moving into defensive posstions around him. The assault squad spring the action, but once again the fate of battle was stopped. "deasist at once" the voice was low, spoken like a whipser, but ecoded like bomb. Ezekiel walked down the coridor, striding with grace, to look upon him was difficult, he seems to change places yet not, his distance was also difficult to judge, untill he was standing next to Gaibrail. "you wished to speak with me?" Ezekiel said claimly, yet his words seemed to probe the soul of the chaplain, who found his pressance most distrubing. "yes.." Finally the wavey like disturbance subsided. Ezekiel turned to Forlance, "their is another ship in the area, i have felt the presence of another librairain. Find it." Forlance: "Yes sir" Gabrail spoke, " that wont be nessisary," he opened a transmission to his fleet, "reaveal yourselves" To ships, came around from the dark side of a moon.
Gabrail: "do not dispair, for you are not the first ship we have trailed, nor will you be last, but rejoice for we bring good news, bad news, but best of all knowlege. We have chased the fallen through the warp stromes and eye of terror. We are a torn in their side, a plauge amousted plaugers, a glimar of light in the darkness, we bring terror to those who terrorise, though our mission is not complete the fallen still walk, unreapented, but i have taken this, since we where finally drawn from the eye, because of the massed forces attemping to escape. It is time to inform you upon our successes, and of our failures. Our failures include 683 dead brothers, whose geneseeds have yet been embodied into generations of space marines, we have also lost battle barge, and most of all the fallen still walk." Our successes, we have capturted can killed 47 members of the fallen.
Ezekiel tooked at him, his eyes piecing into his soul, which burned brightly, most so then normal men, but not quiet as much as a librarians. "I feel no lies on your tongue, yet i still find this news difficult to believe, what pruff may you serve? Gaibrail messeded the ship: The geen seeds, send them. The teleport homer lit up, and through the wrap steped 4 abothicaries, 3 holding the seeds of their fallen commrades, 1 holding the seeds of fallen. Brother Gaibrail spoke: " these fallen seeds are to be saved, prosevered for the emperor, upon his blessing they may be destoryed, or salvaged, upon you i bestoy this demand."
Ezekiel: "Such is the practice with all seeds of the fallen."
Gaibrail: "I also request, you take upon these geen seeds, to bestoy them, alone side the lion, let them sleep near him, untill both may rise again."
This chapter has fought for over 10 thousand years, the same men which went in, are the very ones which survived, they are from the dark angles, but have forgetten much of the old ways, instead adapting to survive, Unable to field whole armies of ravening, and long since losing the ablilty to create terminator honnor, the chapter funtions with the drawback aspire to glory, also being dark angles, and being in eye of terror, they also have the draw back aspire to glory. They attack, in almost every battle, aboard space craft, or space staytions, ground wars are far to susicial in the eye of terror, where the true meaning of death world exists. They develpoed new ways in which to fight ship to ship, normally being out number, as far as ships going, losing one early on in their battle days, they now launch supper stealty attacks. Their assault squads, will luanch from distante ships, travel through space, and land on the hull of enemy ships. Using melta bombs, they blow open large holes in the side of the ship. Raides and attacks, are the only way for them to resupply, and carry out their duties as hunters of the fallen. When the melta bombs detonate, depending ont he size of the ship, skimmers are often fired at the ship, much like a drop pod, often the corridors of the ship are quiet large, allowing the skimmers easy and fast access ot the inner bowwels of the ship. Next drop pods are fire, as the drop pod can do little for stearing, the landings dont always go as planned, to counter act this problem squads are often given either 2 plsasma guns or 2 melta guns, so they can cut their way out if nessisary. They profer to capture the ship rather then destory it, salvage it for parts, and supplies, though this is against imperial doctorain, such is not the consear of these crusader types, confedent the emperor would forgive them. This chapter has traits blessed be the warroirs, and cleanse and purify. Dreadnoughts and terminators are used, but only in the rarest of stituations. Where thanks and other heavy vehicels, are not used at all, with the exception of the largest battles, on the largest of space hulks. They have reasently been respulied by the dark angles. But have requested only items that they now feel will suit them. They will now patrol the outer edge of the eye of terror. Waiting for a gap in the storm, to head back into the madness, untill they complete their mission or die...
This should be in the Army Fluff section, not here.
But I like the story. Especially the realistic thing about them losing hundreds of brothers, not to mention material, while only killing 47 Fallen Angels. Will you write more fluff?
Yea i was planning on adding more, and a unique squad for them, but it was getting late and i was really tired. Some time soon, Also the second draw back should read: we stand alone, instead of me being tired and writing it twice in a row.
Nice story, but please please pleaaase check grammar and spelling... that took a while to decrypt.