++March of the Legions: XVI Completions++

[Brother-Chaplain Kage]

March of the Legions

Month 5 Completions: The XVI Legion

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Fluff:

 

He was Champion, once, Reflected Brother Anomen and now, now he didn't know what he was; what his purpose was, however, was clear.

 

When he was inducted into the Legion, all wore the White and Black of the Luna Wolves. He was Lieutenant when their Gene Father was found and Champion when all became his Sons.

 

Across thousands of battlefields he fought. Indefatigable in purpose; ever putting to sword the Most powerful, the Bravest, the Best - The Champions of the Enemy. Never once has he lost. Always, when Horus or Legion Command set a target for him, he would bring back their heads - if they indeed had one.

 

Unerringly did he uphold the ideals of the Legion - of the Great Crusade. When the Lodges came, he ignored them. In part because Captain Loken had forbidden all under his command to participate but also because they went against the teachings of the Emperor.

 

For Months he trained aboard the Gladitorial Ships of the World Eaters with peers of the Other Legions.  While no Xenos or Non-Imperial had never bested him, it is only during his stay with the sons of Angron did he truly have his skills tested and finally be bested.

 

So humbled, he was driven with singular purpose to continually surpass himself; to prove himself to the Others, himself and least of all Horus.

Focused as he was that he was blinded to the subtle changes occurring within his Legion. Already a Solitary person not even the greater lack of camaraderie between him and the newest recruits of the Legion seemed odd.

 

Now he stood overlooking the battlefield-to-be, armor repainted the colors of old and steels himself for what must be done.

 

There was no hesitation, there was no time, the traitors of mankind had come and their lives would he claim.

 

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Depicted here is Legion Champion Brother Anomen bedecked in his Artificer-Wrought battle plate and Master-Crafted Power Sword, armor repainted in the colors of the Luna Wolves of old after the Treachery of Horus and his Co-conspirators had come to light; one of the few Luna Wolves to have not been present at the bombing of Istvaan III having been on route when the Traitors sprung their trap.

 

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[Captain Nameless]

“This will be a short campaign.” Thought Ilthus Bralow. To be sure, the Selenar and their gene-wrought hulks were putting up a decent fight, but they were completely unprepared for this. Never mind the surprise assault, the Legiones Astartes were something new on the battlefield, and that could be just as dangerous as all their skill and lethal ability.

Bralow and his group had just come across a particularly nasty beast blocking their path to the defense systems control. Armor plated, with four independently moving eyes, each guiding a set of razored tentacles.

“Kulth, get over here with your breachers and take care of that blast door. We'll take care of this thing.”

“Acknowledged.”

“ Vess, Jiom, Tarse, keep the tentacles busy.”

“Yes.”

*nod*

“GRAAA!”

“ Qruze, you and I go for the head.”

They fanned out; Vess and Tarse started hacking away, Vess with his twin falcatas, Tarse with his halberd; apothecary Jiom used his sword to ward off blows while firing near continuous beam of thermal energy from his volkite charger. A tentacle lashed out, severing Tarse’s left arm. He stopped yelling and stopped dead in his tracks. He glanced down at the missing limb as a tentacle, the creature not expecting him to cease all movement, swept through the air just in front of him. He then looked back up and continued charging at the creature.

Qruze and Bralow, fending off the few tentacles not occupied with the other three, ran at the head. In the distance they heard Tarse yell “I’M COMING FOR YOURS NOW!” Qruze stabbed one of the thing’s eyes, and as it roared in pain Bralow through a couple of frag grenades down its throat. After a short delay, the thing died and Tarse removed the creature’s left forlimb.

One obstacle dealt with, they moved down to take care of rest of the defenders. One of Selenar officers was yelling “do not let these wolves come any further!”

“Farther” muttered Jiom.

“Wolves, huh.” Thought Bralow, “nice.”

He turned to the breachers “Hey, Kluth. Toss me a breaching charge.”

“That is not the kind of thing you want to toss around in a situation like this.”

“So, hand it to me then.”

“Fine.”

Bralow took the charge and ran with his squad at the increasingly depleted enemy line. Vaulting over the barricade, he found himself standing in front of the blast door. As the rest of his men mopped up the last of the Selenar forces on this side of the doors, he thought, “we probably won’t be here much longer” he smiled, “might as well have one last bit of fun before we go”. He hefted the breaching charge saying, “little pigs, little pigs, let me in.”

+Centurion Ilthus Bralow, Veteran of the First Pacification of Luna, 20th company+

[Atia]

Arkathas Ythedon

Consul-Delegatus of the Sons of Horus, Chieftain of the Catulan Reavers, Commander of the Ikon , Voice of the Dark Compliance

The following depictions of a Sons of Horus Chieftain are based on the few extant images from the Dark Compliance of Moab. This unknown officer of the first company was later identified as Arkathas Ythedon, who was given the command over the Eclipse class battlecruiser Ikon aswell as the rank of Pērāḷarākavum-tūtaraka (or Consul-Delegatus in high gothic) after the Massacre of Isstvan V. Also known as Scourge of the Cyclops Cluster and Voice of the Dark Compliance, this emissary of the Warmaster stands for the cruelty of the Sons of Horus.

"Bow before Him who is the Warmaster,

abase yourselves before His truth.

Serve those who serve Him,

harken only to their words.

The Imperium is His. Mankind is His.

You are His.

Submit to the Warmaster, or die by His hand.

There is no other choice, and you will be given the

chance to kneel but once.

Horus is Lord. Horus is Death."

- Arkathas Ythedon, during the Scouring of the Cyclops Cluster, 006.M31

Ythedon is depicted here wearing a variant sub-pattern of MkIV Astartes power armour, initially issued to Reaver squads and their commanders around the time of the Isstvan V Dropsite Massacre (see "Reaver sub-pattern armour, mechanicum-artificer-data 24564.54a). The Reaver pattern incorporates elements of armour design reminiscent of the warring gang-tribes of Cthonia and two Eyes of the Warmaster icons. Note: Charatran pattern power-axe.

[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.