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Following is a set of essentially roughdrafts for the set-up of the War of Requiat. Included are a database file, a 'short story,' and 2 historian articles detailing the major players of the War for Requiat. Missing is the "Twilight's Requiem" Slaaneshi traitor legion and mention of the Requiat Bardic Fists, a Requiat IG regiment. They will come later.
The following 'files' don't have the feel that fully fleshed-out and finished up fluff-pieces would have, but I need to know what inconsistencies and mess-ups I have down already so I can fix them up as I add to them. If you would all be so kind as to read, review, and critique and guide me in the process to good fluff-writing, I would greatly appreciate it.
The Requiat star system, a region of space with a medium-sized, blue star to the celestial south of Holy Terra, was one of the last few star systems that could be called "reasonably safe" from outside threats, aside from the occasional Eldar pirate raid and nomadic Ork warbands that crash to any of the planets' surfaces. It is a relatively small system, home to only about 6 planets. The main population center was Requiat IV, a fortress world and the largest planet in the system. Within its protection lay a Forgeworld, Requiat III, and the hive worlds of Requiat V and VI. Requiat II, or the homeworld of Mannragor, is the station of the Emperor's Hands space marines chapter, created to ensure the star systems continued prosperity in M40. Requiat I, alone, remains barren, and is manned only by machinery required to mine the minerals and other resources in the planet needed for Requiat III's machinations. A large moon around Requiat VI called Orpheus acts as a monitoring station, and every inch of its rocky surface is covered with satellite relays and surveillance dishes, constantly and vigilantly seeking out threats to the Imperium's well-being.
A small system, an obscure system, but one that is considered vitally important to the Imperium for the simple fact that it is the source of blessed Imperial armour, weaponry, and able-bodied men willing to fight and die in bloody wars far from their home for the Golden Throne.
It was in 232.M41 that a tear in realspace first appeared. It was relatively small, only a few score lightyears in length, but with constant travel between the Requiat system and other neighboring systems, the tear began to widen little by little. It grew even more unstable, and suddenly, in 666.M41, a battle barge containing a full company of Emperor's Hands space marines bound for a fringe world recently attacked by Orks was suddenly and violently swept from Real Space as a full-on warp storm erupted around their ship. The marines were swallowed up by the swirling maelstrom of daemon-infested Empyrean, and taken away to a destination and time completely unknown to all.
Despite the sudden warp storm and the shockwave of the Empyrean's release into realspace pushing the planets into farther orbits, Requiat remains still strongly under the Emperor's hand, and is expected to remain that way for quite some time.
HISTORIAN ARTICLE: TYRANT OF NOX ETERNIS'S POWER
It was in 551.M41 that a warlord by the name of Ocularis first made himself known to the Imperium. Having taken a chaos world and shaped it into a vision of eternal darkness and swirling malice, he slowly amassed his forces and wealth to begin creating raider fleets. His forces slowly stretched themselves from the Eye of Terror, striking out at Imperial vessels and retreating back into the eye before Imperial retribution could be visited upon their own vessels.
The tyrant of Nox Eternis has only fairly recently begun showing signs of having any real power in the Eye of Terror. Sporting the badge of a bloodshot eye and carrying the banner of Tzeentch's mark superimposed over said eye, small bands of gray and dull pink Marines have been spotted on raids in fringe worlds, seeming to utilize the Warp Storms in the systems as a form of travel. They have been named the Empty Eyes by the soldiers, as they seem to totally lack eyes or eye protection in their helmets. Their colors are largely drab in dull pink and boltgun metal, with their brightest color being a bone-white trim. In each squad faced, we have seen at least one sorceror-marine, indicating that these are, indeed, Tzeentch-worshiping marines. Always, these marines were turned back by the Imperial Guard regiments stationed at or near these worlds, despite their negligible losses. It seems these new warriors have a weakness: Fear. How strange.
The Imperium has not had much trouble with this new Chaos upstart. If some small squads attacking outposts in fringe systems such as Legiul, Ostrogo, and Frienze is the pinnacle of his power now, then he is more prone to destruction at the hands of the other traitor legions than becoming a true threat to the Imperium of Man.
HISTORIAN'S LOG: EMPEROR'S HANDS SPACE MARINE CHAPTER
The Emperor's Hands are a fairly recent chapter, created from an experimental fusion of the geneseeds of Rogal Dorn and Roboute Guilliman. The Adepta Ministorum wanted a "pure" strain of Marine geneseed, taking the two most stable seeds and fusing them together to create what would be, they hoped, the best possible guardian chapter for the defense of an Imperial system as can ever be achieved. At first glance, the Adepta Ministorum would seem to have hit upon the proper mixture with the Emperor's Hands.
Clad in bronze and golden yellows and a dun trim, they easily stand out in the naturally purplish light of the Requiat worlds, partly by sunlight and partly by atmospheric conditions, where the Imperial Guard regiments have taken to wearing purple and gray camoflauge to blend into the worlds' natural climate. The chapter's homeworld, Mannragor, is a desert planet that has been built over by grand arches and the massive fortress-monastary of the Emperor's Hands chapter. Considered an architectural marvel in the system, the fortress-monastaries are crafted from the abundant marble and granite sources found under the sandy surface of the planet. Their buildings stand tall and strong, gleaming pearly-white with only a tint of purple in the sun's light. Statues of the Emperor, Rogal Dorn, and great ancient Heroes can be found at the front of the monastary, and arches leading from the building tell the tale of each hero in vivid detail, lining out their accomplishments in the safeguarding of Humanity from the most detestable and insidious of threats.
A fiercely loyal, honorable, stubborn, and effective fighting force, the Emperor's Hands did seem to be the perfect sentinel for the Requiat System.
Then the Warp Rift occured.
In 232.M41, a rift in the Requiat System opened, tearing the thin barrier between realspace and the Warp and allowing the malignant energies of the Empyrean to filter into the Imperial world. It is considered a freak occurance, and for some time it had no real effect upon anything in the sector, save for the need for increased vigilance by most navigators and astropaths in the system.
It was in 332.M41 that the first tiny imperfection came to surface in the Emperor's Hands. In routine medical examinations, Apothecaries noticed new bony bumps forming on the shoulder blades of an Emperor's Hand space marine. Shortly after, similar bony bumps showed in several more marines. Investigations were made into these strange mutations, but they were considered trivial. A space marine developed strange fleshy appendages late in 455.M41, apparently originating from the bumps that had been overlooked when he first discovered them. These appendages were little more than flesh-covered spines about half an inch long over his shoulderblades on the surface, but underneath, the Apothecaries noted that it was developing a skeletal structure with the beginnings of extra muscle beginning to develop. This marine had the appendages removed via surgery, and the mutation was studied.
Several more marines developed such mutations, most of which were removed via surgery to protect the chapter from Inquisitorial scrutiny.
In 665.M41, Brother-Sergeant Amrael became the first Emperor's Hand space marine to develop a full second set of arms and hands. Jutting from his shoulderblades, these extra limbs were a degenerate form of his original hands. They were thin, without much muscle, and barely functioned. Worried Apothecaries immediately removed the arms and destroyed them without bothering to study them; their very presence was already disturbing. Was there a flaw in the geneseed that everyone had overlooked?
The source of blame soon became the Warp Rift in the Requiat Sector. Brother-Librarian Katriel hypothesized that the albeit low inflow of Warp energies had activated a recessive genetic flaw that had formed from the melding of Dorn's and Guilliman's geneseed. The Chapter had begun to fall down the path of Chaotic Mutation.
One sister chapter, the Nemesis Knights, had also been created from a similar melding of the two geneseeds. Their homeworld was located in the fringe system of Ostrogo, the planet Ostrogo IV, or Eisritur. There had been a warp storm in proximity to the region for almost a millenia, meaning the Knights would have been exposed to the Warp energies for much longer than the Hands. Though the Chapter Master Yalgo Strafe had denied that anything was wrong with his own marines, Brother-Librarian Katriel had an almost irrational need to see for himself if his hypothesis could be supported. He had the perfect excuse to shuttle himself to the Ostrogo system when reports came in of Ork raids on the agri-world of Ostrogo XI.
Boarding the Battle Barge Fortis Manus, Katriel and his company of Emperor's Hands set off for Ostrogo XI in 666.M41. That was when the Rift ripped wide open, spawning a massive Warp Storm that swallowed up the Fortis Manus. Katriel and the 4th company were never seen again.
The mutations ripped through the ranks of the Emperor's Hands legion. The Apothecaries attempted to remove all trace of these limbs, but they continued to grow back, stronger than before. The very nature of these limbs made the use of the Marine's power armour all but impossible. Only by modifying their armour to allow the arms to jut out could the Marines still be considered battle-ready. It was when the apothecaries themselves developed the Shivus mutation that all attempts to remove trace of the mutation were abandoned. By 700.M41, the entirety of the chapter found themselves with one or another type of regenerating extra pair of limbs.
Agh, I don't want these space marines to be renegades, but I don't know how I'm gonna get a bunch of four-armed freaks the Inquisition's approval. These guys are pivotal to the defense of Requiat V. Any help would be appreciated on this point, guys.
FICTION PIECE: ORIGINS OF OCULIS, TYRANT OF NOX ETERNIS
Early in M41, a battlebarge containing a full company of strange yellow-and-dun space marines crash-landed on a small planet in the Eye of Terror. The passengers within disembarked upon a hellish world populated by the most vile and horrific abominations known to man, and more unknown. The marines of the Emperor's Hands 4th company valiantly fought off daemon after daemon, and in the end managed to set up a stable perimeter around their battlebarge. The Astropath within was dead, having succumbed to the perils of the warp in-transit and emerging from his chamber in an insane, homicidal state. He had begun to mutate rapidly within the Eye, and had to be utterly annhialated by Brother-Librarian Katriel to ensure the Marines' safety. They were without navigator, and stuck on a hostile, insane world.
Then the Primogenitor came.
He and a retinue of Chaos-tainted marines in terminator armour, gifts from the Black Legion, had detected the presence of unknown entities in an Imperial vessel. They set out to find and exterminate whatever survived the relentless Daemonic hordes. As they crested a hill, Bile could not help but giggle wildly to himself. There, in the barren vale, was a Space Marine battle barge. What luck! Now, if he disposed of the Marines remaining, he could have enough progenoid samples to create a full legion of Chaos Marines to his own tastes!
Fabius turned to his retinue, a full 20 Chaos Terminators, and immediately ordered them to assault the marines. They nodded, and activated their teleporters.
Hours later, each terminator wore a new Space Marine's head as a battle trophy, and Bile had in his possession the progenoid glands of a new and unknown Space Marine company. What glorious things he could do to these relics to create the ultimate in Chaos Space marines! He set to his work at once, cloning the cells of one pair of glands to ensure that he would have a limitless supply to work from, and looking over each and every pair he had salvaged from the accursed loyalists. The geneseed seemed to have been altered from a fusion of Rogal Dorn's and Roboute Guilliman's geneseeds. An interesting genetic brew... He left not one progenoid pair untouched from his genetic engineering, mutating each sample substantially in his quest for the ultimate warrior.
Gifts from the Chaos Worlds continually poured in, men who were chosen and fostered, trained, and raised to be the newest space marines for the Chaos Legions. Each was strapped down and ripped into by Bile, in his mad frenzy, as they endured hours of agony recieving their new organs and cyber implants.
One by one, Bile's wild mutations failed. Some subjects died not long after the progenoid glands were implanted. Others went stark raving mad, raging against Bile only to be put down by either him or a Terminator guard.
One was almost sure to have failed. When the last of his implants had been finished, and the progenoid glands had been implanted, the warrior sat up and, almost instantly, clasped his hands to his face, screaming in agony as his eyes took to flame! Within minutes, where his eyes and eyelids had once been there lay only empty sockets. Empty eyes. His screams had stopped, and the agony was gone.
Bile was beside himself, raving at his latest failure. "Again, after so much work and time wasted on my experimentation, my subject fails! This one loses his sight, his predecessor his sanity, his successor... who knows what! An arm? His head?"
The one without eyes simply sat on the carving table, a strange grin on his face as he 'stared' into thin air, as if in a trance.
Bile smashed his fist into a nearby table, which crumpled up easily and noisily. "Now this one has lost his mind as well! Xandri, kill the failure!"
A Terminator guard raised his combi-bolter up to blow the failed marine's head off his shoulders. The man without eyes snapped his head to the threat, and his sockets blazed with Warpfire as he silently shot bolts of pure warp energy into the Terminator. As the warrior writhed in the psychic attack, screaming as smoke rose from every opening and chink in his armour, Bile took a step back. He smiled; he laughed; he celebrated as his bodyguard burned away under his armour. He had created a psychic monster! The legions would pay whatever he asked for such powerful beings!
We will not be for sale, Primogenitor.
Bile stopped in mid-step, blinking as the experiment turned his head towards him, boring into his soul, it seemed, with those horrid eye sockets. Those horrible, empty, eyes...
The eyes decieve, as my master does. Vision is illusion, and his true followers need not be distracted. He knows why my sight is gone. He has made me as thus. He has created the circumstances for me, and he has paved the way for my greatness to come. The eye has not seen, and the ear has not heard, what plans await those under the Lord of Change's omniscient gaze. Call me Oculis, Primogenitor. I am his Chosen.
He stood from the table, walking around the lab as if he could still see perfectly well, and with great confidence strode to a nearby cloning tube, stroking the glass gently. Bile, though he had undoubtedly seen enough in the Eye of Terror to not even flinch from the unexpected telepathic reply, still found himself startled by the strength of this subject's psychic ability.
Will you create more of my Seed, Primogenitor? His plan requires many more of me. A squad, a company, an army... a legion, Primogenitor. A Legion.
Bile snorted, "What, do you expect me to create for you a legion of sightless monsters such as yourself for nothing? What do you give me in return for my services?"
Oculis turned his sightless gaze away from the tube, back to Bile's face.
He promises you whole worlds, Primogenitor.
Now, I'm not squeamish with criticism and corrections, but keep in mind these roughdrafts are the first attempts I have ever made at creating Army Fluff and fiction for the 40K universe, and I am truly attempting to make something good. That being said, I invite you fluff-masters to pick at what I have here and offer suggestions to make what I have more feasible and more believable.
In addition, what I am most worried about is the story of Oculis and what happens to the Hands after their Shivus mutation blossoms. In particular, I want help with those bits.
Thank you all in advance for your time.
Last edited by Uriel Zarium; November 13th, 2005 at 07:45.
Wow, very good work. After a read through of it, I can't see anything un-fluffy about it at all.
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Ah, excellent. So all I need to worry about is how to follow with the Emperor's Hands shivus mutation. I don't exactly want them to be hunted to the last man by the Inquisition, but I know with a full chapter of four-armed space marines, it won't take long for the Ordo Hereticus to find out.
Except for the non thousand sons Tzeentch marines, I think this is great..
I just don't like the idea of Tzeentch worshipping marines being common outside of the thousand sons.. Tzeentch is an elitist god.
I also don't like the idea of Bile creating psykers. The psyker gene is supposed to be beyond human understanding, except, perhaps, to the Emperor himself.
Finally.. most of Bile's creations are not space marines, but chemically enhanced warriors. Gene seed is so rare that a chapter will fight and die to protect it, and will commit anything to reobtaining any which is lost.. Bile is powerful, but not that powerful. Creating a whole legion (of 30,000+ marines) isn't going to happen.
Last edited by The_Giant_Mantis; November 17th, 2005 at 20:49.
A chapter that has no clue where their geneseed's gone won't be able to fight for it. A company of space marines already weakened by daemons and stranded within the eye of terror can't really fight for the geneseed very well if they are attacked and all killed while cut off from outside help. That's how I'd think geneseed like that could be picked up. Also, I haven't said that there has been a whole legion of space marines created for Oculis, rather a few squads. Somewhere along the lines of 30-50 chaos space marines created in the course of several centuries. He wants a legion, yes, but he's using other lackeys for most of his military endeavors.
I, personally, have always wanted to see a separate Tzeentchite army beyond the Thousand Sons, my main reason for the Empty Eyes. The Eyes themselves aren't a legion of sorcerors. They're largely normal, except their aspiring champions are sorcerors rather than blood-crazed berserkers.
Bile's been researching and experimenting with human genetics ever since the Heresy, I'm not sure how much information regarding psyker genes he could have found, but he might have enough knowledge to at least inadvertently or indirectly affect the gene if not mess with it outright. You CAN mess with stuff without understanding a whit of it. Also Bile is no longer really human himself, seeing as he is also a product of his mad experiments and has that chirurgeon messing around with him as well.
If my logic is faulty, I'll find ways to make it fluffier in those regards.