++ March of the Legions: XVI Legion ++

[Ezeriel]

Velius the Restless

For as long as he could remember, the only goal Velius had was to prove himself worthy of wearing the warplate of the Justaerin. He thought being in the first wave to attack Istvaan III would finally prove his worth to his commanders. Sadly this was not to be. He would go on to survive the bombing and then the attacks from his former brothers. He eventually made it off planet with a few other survivors, but not before stripping the armor off a fallen Justaerin and claiming it for himself. He repaired and repainted the armor in the old legion colors but refused to put marking on it. The colors were to remind him of what used to be, the lack of markings was to show that the legion was dead to him. He would eventually fall while fighting the Sons of Horus years later.

[Memento Of Prospero]

Right..... fluff...

 

Blood Angels are red,

Ultramarines are Blue.

A Wordbearer is dead,

And now the XVI looses one too!

 

- Shadrak Meduson, great poet of the Iron Tenth.

[depthcharge12]

Right..... fluff...

 

Blood Angels are red,

Ultramarines are Blue.

A Wordbearer is dead,

And now the XVI looses one too!

 

- Shadrak Meduson, great Primarch poet of the AL.

FTFY

[Memento Of Prospero]

I will answer you with the same answer I give to any claim relating to the XX legion.

 

Or did he?

[StruManChu]

Seriously... #MedusonLives

[Grotsmasha]

Ok, I'm done finally, just correcting the pics and making the collage now.

 

++ Sothor Kell ++

++ Status: Loyalist, Lunar Wolves ++

++ Location: Deceased, Istvaan III  ++

++ Time-stamp: =]DATA CORRUPTED[= ++

 

++ DATA FAILURE.....ATTEMPTING RELOAD ++

 

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Sothor Kell stood at ease, secured within his harness aboard one of the Legions many Thunderhawk Gunships. He allowed his mind to wander as the rest of the fleet prepared for deployment to Istvaan III. Nothing was normal about this deployment. For starters, there was the bulk of four Legions present for the deployment, an excessive number of Astartes in one place at any given time. Then there was the randomness of which units were deploying, an it did appear to be random. Instead of deploying as Companies together, squads were deploying piecemeal, Kell was one of three from his own squad of twenty.

The hydraulic hiss of the assault ramp closing drew him from his thoughts, he looked about his harness, ensuring it was engaged correctly. He glanced at the other occupants of the Thunderhawk, seeing at members from at least seven other squads. As the Thunderhawk departed the Legion vessel, the unease lingered in Kell's stomach.

 

Something was wrong.

 

Very wrong.

 

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