IL V - The Halcyon Wardens

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When Alexandros attends the Terran Conclave, he does so in attendance with High Chaplain Toven Madr, Legate Prisfirah Sauhan of the Second Cohort, and Legate Mikhail Chukhay of the Sixth Cohort, along with a full squad of the Athenoi for protection.

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State of the Fifth, 002.M30

 

While the Halcyon Wardens had never shirked their duty, the Vanishing would test their abilities henceforth never before seen in their history. Every legionary was called upon to do all they could to protect humanity from this sudden catastrophe. By the year 002, only the most critical of those consequences had been resolved to allow the Conclave of Terra.

 

Much as a doctor applying triage, so did the Halcyon Wardens prioritise their efforts on a galactic scale. When the Conclave placed the Great Crusade on hold, the new High Regent declared that would be the impetus for officially shifting his legion to a primarily defensive force. The old ratio of two Wardens on crusade to one stabilizing new territory reversed. The Halcyon Warden protectorates became the forward bases of this new peacekeeping role and in turn would be hard pressed to meet the sudden demand of trying to institute order in a broken galaxy.

 

All throughout this, the Halcyon Wardens were underoing an evolution. While a solid organisational structure encompassed most of it, the largest units of the Fifth Legion, the Cohorts, had been ad hoc creations. Now they were standardised and applied to different missions based on astralgraphical location. Interestingly enough, the organisation concept had been finished before the Conclave and had assumed a Great Crusade footing. The first four Cohorts would be divided between the four outer segmenta, while the next three Cohorts were devoted to garrison duty across the galaxy. Now with the new strategic priorities, the first four Cohorts would be heavily reduced as brigades were shifted to the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Cohorts. The lone exception would be the Third Cohort, only offensive Cohort not to suffer any reduction in size. Instead, the majority of its strength was placed against the Orks of Ullanor to aid in attrition and containment operations.

 

In regards to the High Regent himself, the entire year would be spent in executing the duties of his new office. As the legions combatted the physical threats, Alexandros fought a dozen wars of words as he eliminated the remaining political threats of the Vanishing. Aided by Koschei and the new Council of Terra, significant strides would be made as the High Regent wielded the colossal resovoir of political capital saved over two centuries of politicking and negotiating.

 

Not once did Alexandros step on a battlefield proper during this time, much to the criticism of a few elite voices of the Imperial War Machine. Additional struggle would rear itself against the new reforms implemented by him at the Conclave's recommendation. These too would cause negative feedback that would rebound in the following years. But that report is for another time.

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The Elpis

 

The Elpis is a Gloriana-class Battleship that served as the flagship of Alexandros Darshan VonSalim, the Primarch of the Halcyon Wardens Legion during at least part of the Great Crusade in the late 30th and early 31st Millennia.

 

At nearly twenty kilometres in length, unbreakable strength and brute firepower, the Elpis' followed the zulmoxite design. Unlike the more common arrowhead design of most Imperial warships, the zulmoxite design featured a broad, rectangular prow. For most of these ships, this traded an armored strongpoint and emergency weapon for additional launch bays or weapon emplacements. For the Elpis, the head featured a fraction of both. At Alexandros' insistence, a nova cannon was installed at the center of the prow, while smaller launch bays sat on either side.

 

The nova cannon proved to be an early sign of the Primarch's philosophy in regards to his flagship. While no Gloriana could truly be declared defenceless, the Elpis, in spite of her size, had a low weapon-to-mass ratio. Instead, the Elpis was treated more as a fleet support ship than a true ship-killer. The warship favoured lances and launch bays. These long-range weapons allowed the Elpis to inflict damage at considerable distances from within a fleet's heart. From this central point, the warship could maneuver to assist any of its escorting vessels in either offence or defence.

 

This was its primary function in battle. Outside of this role, the Elpis boasted a series of ambassadorial suits and conference chambers for diplomacy. At one point during the Lexin negotiations, the entire Tiano ambassador party, some hundred individuals, had been easily housed. The flagship also contained the legion's largest sanctum and featured a number of chambers and facilities for entertainment, academia, and other pursuits for either legionary, crew serf, or visitor. It was the Shield-Lord's wish that the Elpis could serve as ably in peace as it did in war.

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State of the Fifth, 003.M31

 

The second year of being the High Regent’s legion would be a year of great contrasts. Enough rebellions and battlefields demanded their attention to keep the Wardens fully occupied as they spread their strength from one side of the galaxy to the other. Success was a nigh constant companion as they worked with unrelenting dedication to repair the damage inflicted from the Vanishing. 

 

Yet, as each critical situation was resolved, three less serious problems grew in the wake. With each rebellion defeated, a period of intense rehabilitation and garrison was required to prevent the planet from sliding out of the Imperium’s hands. The Wardens’ relationship with the Imperial Army had always been close, but this relationship intensified as the Wardens and the Imperial Regent desperately required the sheer bodies the Army could spare as the Army relied heavily on the Wardens’ prestige and power to coordinate and lead operations. 

 

Thus, 003 may have been a year of unending victories, but each victory punished the Fifth Legion with more and more burdens.

 

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State of the Fifth, 004.M31

 

Three years into Alexandros' regency would sound new notes of discontent at the same time new victories were added to the rosters.

 

The last of the major rebellions had finally been brought to heel by the early part of the year, due in no small part to a joint campaign between the Halcyon Wardens and The Riven against The Kili-Den Alignment. The Imperium's unity was gradually reaching parity with the propogandists' efforts. The unending efforts of the Order of the Open Hand bore fruit as a number of minor systems peacefully returned to the Imperial fold. 

 

For the first time since the Vanishing, the Halcyon Wardens no longer found themselves rushed to disaster after disaster. This was not the same as having true leisure time. Even as the Halcyon Wardens, the Legiones Astartes, and the Imperial Army wore down the internal threats to the Imperium, external threats had grown in equal measure. Ork warbosses, alien raiders, and unknown dangers struck at the edges of the Imperium's borders, opportunistically exploiting the Imperium's weaknesses. 

 

So it was, even though the Great Crusade was officially on hiatus, the war machine of Humanity slowly turned its attention once more to the unclaimed regions and the distant borders. 

 

Nor would only the Legion set its sights on unofficial expansion.

 

At the tail end of 003, the High Regent dealt with the Keath Debacle which added another tension to the Martian-Terran double-eagle alliance. After resolving this situation, Alexandros declared it had been too long since he had stepped onto the battlefield and fulfill the purpse his Father had created for him. Thus, the Halcyon Wardens would enjoy a long-sought opportunity to serve under their gene-sire on the battlefield. Half of the year would be spent againt the Maelynos Empire and its unusual four-legged titans. 

 

While most of the Legion had spent its time on securing the internal security of the Imperium, several exceptions existed.

 

Two names in particular would stand out. 

 

Brigadier Yzak Constantinos, who had long rejected his Primarch's method of defense-and-counter, had eagerly requested and been granted an offensive stance which would see his Frontier Sentinels push the Imperium's reach onward against the southern edges of Tempestus. There, the aggressive commander would do battle the Phireen. Hidden in the Xspiravite Nebula, this race of xenos began launching raids on nearby Imperium shipping lanes. Possessing the power to project their 'voices' into the Warp, human crews were lured by an irresistible 'song' to a lethal end. 

 

As in Tempestus, so too did a similar mission occur on the edges of Ultima under the command of Brigadier Gregory Varujan. A Terran by birth, Brigadier Varujan led the Fifth Brigade, nicknamed the Crimson Crusaders. Although not as opposed to his Primarch's ways as Constantinos, Gregory believed it a mistake to postpone the Great Crusade, even in the name of finding the Emperor. Given leave to pursue expansion operations, the Crimson Crusaders would find themselves in war against the Stirlind Confederacy.

 

Thus, 004 would see the Fifth Legion morphing into a new form of both administrators and conquerors.

 

 

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State of the Fifth, 005.M31

 

While numbers rarely mean more than anything intended, there are a noted few who believe hidden meanings and symbology can be interpreted by aligning events, dates, and the correct number. So it was, the fifth year of the newest millennium ushered in a note of achievement and success. 

 

Strengthening the core of the Imperium's political and military infrastructure, the Halcyon Wardens boasted of no small number of achievements, both diplomatic and martial. This would be the year most historiagraphers would point to as the beginning of the 'mini-golden age' of the Alexandrian Regency. 

 

The overt internal threats spawned by the Vanishing had been mostly dealt with, though deeper signs of discord would lay hidden, not allayed. 

 

The external threats no longer enjoyed easy victories as the Imperial war machine began to respond to their incursions. Raiders found fewer pickings as the warships of Man began patrols, and xeno oppressors fought against the early skirmishes that signaled the incoming counter-invasions. 

 

Pyrrhicles, Herald of the High Regent, spent little time in war as he shouldered his master's burden as emissary to the myriad branches of the Imperium. So great and time-consuming was his duty that, with great reluctance, he resigned his office as Lord Protector of the Order of the Shield. The honor passed to his second-in-command, Malis, who accepted it with somber duty. This change would mark both men. Only a Half-Astartes, retirement from combat duty would lighten the aging veteran's responsibilities even as he criss-crossed the galaxy in service of the High Regent. For Malis, who had long been aware of the value of propaganda, took care to publish his and his Legion's exploits and present it to the average citizen. This would be a boon in rising the stature of the Halcyon Wardens and their gene-sire among the common man.

 

It would prove quite contentious among the other Legions.

 

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State of the Fifth, 006.M31

 

Continuing the success from the previous year, the Halcyon Wardens continued to invest themselves in the Imperium's strengthening health. Due to the sheer volume of territory, the Order of the Open Hand would concentrate its efforts in Segmentum Solar. The hope, at the time, was that by focusing on the Imperium's core would lead to a cascade effect as their efforts rippled outward. 

 

In one sense, this was a great success and would provide a powerful bulwark against the Five Ruins. In spite of the shifting alliances and betrayals to soon visit the galaxy, Segmentum Solar would survive the events relatively intact with only a single exception. Oath bonds and martial unity would reinforce each other and stand as a firm foundation for rebuilding. 

 

In another sense, this would only polarize the differences between 'proper' Imperium and the Primarchian domains. Although the Order could hardly be blamed for not having enough diplomats and agents to cover the entire galaxy, their focus would distract them from the rumblings and early warning signs of domains slowly shifting to other paths. What was done in optimism that the rest of their cousins would behave honourably and true would be repaid with treachery. 

 

In military matters, the High Regent oversaw the successes of the previous year and declared the new territory additions provided the necessary resources to aid further economic rehabilitation, post-Vanishing. As such, Alexandros turned his eyes upon the Ullanor Empire. For five straight years, the Obsidian Guard and the Fire Keepers, in conjunction with the Imperial Army, had contained the Ork menace without fail, establishing a ring of iron which had held against thousands of attempted breakthroughs. 

 

Although the Reclamation Command siphoned a large portion of the Imperium's might, Alexandros sought to place the Ullanor Empire upon the road to destruction. In light of this, 50,000 Halcyon Wardens would travel to the front lines.

 

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State of the Fifth, 007.M31

 

For seven years, the Ullanor empire had been a green splotch of cancer on Imperial maps. The initial reaction after the Vanishing was to quarantine. After all, the Emperor himself was to lead this campaign himself to victory. The implicit assumption in strategy was the Emperor had to be found before victory could be one. However, as the years dragged on without sign or hope of finding the Emperor, and besieged by Lukas’ unending calls for annihilation, the High Regent deemed the xeno infestation was to be tolerated no more.

 

Mobilization began last year before coalescing into the largest Astartes campaign since the Vanishing. The Halcyon Wardens arrived in the strength of 50,000 Marines. Despite being the Regent's Own, the Halcyon Wardens would take a step back to allow their cousins a chance at the glory. In fact, for the majority of the campaign, the Halcyon wardens served as support units, only rarely stepping into the spotlight as the situation demanded.  Between these moments, they often served as the adhesive for coordinating so many different legions, armies, and forces. This campaign represented a much-needed opportunity to renew old friendships and analyze the current dynamics within the Imperium's war machine.

 

It would be a full century later before the fruits of these analyses came to light. 

 

The Wardens discovered that time and ambition were undermining the bond between the Imperium and its greatest warriors. Plans were made to address these growing cracks within unity. Outwardly, Alexandros and his sons successfully created a image of Imperial strength, throwing off the shadows of discord inflicted by the Vanishing. This was helped more than a little by the excellent synergy and success of the Legions and the Imperial army.

 

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State of the Fifth, 008.M31

 

The victory over the Ullanor Empire should have firmly secured the Imperium in security and confidence. This both did and did not happen. In the mind of the average citizen, this was true. The victory secured by the 'Brothers of Flame' as they became known and the High Regent was seized by the propagandists. Lord Protector Malis of the Wardens especially spun tales of inspiration of the Imperium's major victory, and glorified the High Regent especially. The Imperial citizenry now believed the Emperor, although missed, was no longer absolutely necessary to the survival of the Imperium.

 

It was perhaps for this last reason that the Ullanor victory seeded disaster.

 

Where the citizenry rejoiced at the victory, the Imperial's ruling class publicly celebrated the victory even as they subtly broke into factions. Two of the worst fracture points originated with two individuals: the Ash-Blooded and Hectarion. 

 

The Ash-Blooded had been a reluctant supporter of Alexandros' promotion and had kept his criticisms private in communiques between himself, his most trusted allies, and Alexandros. With the Ullanor victory, accomplished mostly by a High Regent who did not lead from the front, the Ash-Blooded's warrior-spirit could hold its bile back no longer. The Emperor had been a singular warrior who had never allowed others to lead where he might. Alexandros' 'lead from the rear' command irked the Ash-Blooded. Those criticisms now aired among a wider circle, including the Council of Terra.

 

Hectarion had never agreed to the regency as a permanent solution. In his opinion, if the Emperor was truly gone, then tradition dictated the Imperium be split among all of the Primarchs, equally. This would prevent the very disagreement which spurred Rang's rancor and allow the brothers to live in peaceful co-existence. In these early times, Hectarion took care to voice his opinion only to a few trusted kin.

 

Thus, unity cracked, known to only a few.

 

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State of the Fifth, 009.M31

 

In all but name, the Great Crusade had returned. With the threat of Ullanor defeated, the Halcyon Wardens returned to their pre-Vanishing status. The sole difference was that a greater percentage would be added to garrison assignments. As the High Regent's influence grew throughout the Imperium, he would turn to his sons to handle more delicate measures or for a stronger force where needed. In absolute terms, this was a minor change since the Halcyon Wardens took care not to tread into zones of control, either implicitly or explicitly, under the domain of other Legions. Yet, this effect was magnified in the eyes of many as Wardens would become regular agents acting in concert with the other Imperial departments. 

 

This had the effect of polarizing the two views of both the Wardens and their gene-sire. To the supporters, it was more evidence of their good will and willingness to support the people however they could. To the detractors, it was another move to replace the Emperor with the High Regent. 

 

The Ash-Blooded was rapidly becoming the central figure opposed to the High Regent as he was one of the few individuals who spoke out and cared little for the vitriol hurled in response. Although the High Regent took pains to try to amend their positions, none of these entreaties would shift the Lord of Shadows from his position. Concerted generosity from Wardens to Shadows also yielded no fruit in general, though exceptions were known. 

 

Unknown to all but his most closest confidants, Alexandros himself began to doubt the current system. What had been created as an emergency reaction to one of Humanity's greatest disasters had lived far longer than it had intended. The High Regent's memoirs mention secret dispatches to powerful individuals, his fellow Primarchs in particular, but the dispatches themselves are lost to us due to the Sigillite's vigilance. 

 

All that can be inferred is new plans were being tested far from the public eye.

 

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State of the Fifth, 010.M31

 

The year, which heralded the tenth anniversary of the Vanishing, would not sound discord throughout the galaxy. What had begun as a quiet whispers of reforming the government dripped into public awareness. While the average citizen did not have all of the details, the elites of the Imperium became all too aware of what was going on: the High Regent was inquiring about imperial coronation. No timeframe could be ascertained or how serious this intent was, but the mere truth of its existence spread uncertainty and turbulence among the upper strata of society. 

 

Several camps immediately began to form. The first opposed the concept. No one could hope to replace the Emperor, and to even attempt such a thing was foolhardy at best. The second camp supported it. The High Regent had successfully lead the Imperium for nine years now and had proven himself capable. The third camp could not come to a decision on the matter, swaying between the two sides. Which side dominated was extremely difficult to discern. Word spread throughout the year, and not all who heard of it believed it to be true. At best, it seemed the opposing camp may have been stronger, but Alexandros' reforms had made him a controversial figure among the elites, unlike the commoners who had responded better to the High Regent.

 

Regardless, events began to take on an acceleration of their own. The few times the matter was brought directly to the High Regent, he confirmed and committed to nothing. In his personal memoirs, Alexandros expressed great doubts about the possibility but would not extinguish it yet. This hesitation would not prevent escalation. Toward the end of the year, military deployments began to shift on a large scale that few quite realized. 

 

The Halcyon Warden fleets who had successfully completed campaigns were not given new assignments. Instead, they were ordered to redeploy to several critical locations throughout Segmentum Solar.

 

It is only with the benefit of hindsight and access to the wider picture that allowed historians to discern the pattern. On a two-to-one ratio, Halcyon Warden fleets and units deployed between the Sol System and the Dominion and Certus Minor. The last third either deployed directly around the Sol System or to other approaches. Halcyon Warden commanders were given orders to be on full alert for subterfuge and intense combat operations. But it was only the Legates, the highest officers of the Legion, who were told of the enemy they might be called to fight: their fellow Astartes. 

 

The Order of the Open Hand, the diplomatic arm of the Halcyon Wardens were the only ones who wore pulled from active assignments regardless of progress. Many of them were reassigned to strengthen relations between the Fifth Legion and its brother Legions. The Crimson Lions, above all, was denoted a priority assignment and would see some of the greatest members of the order travel to the Dominion for the purposes of peace. 

 

How successful or necessary these actions might have been will be a question of the ages. For the hour was late when these decisions were made. 010 would end with many Halcyon Wardens traveling to their new deployments. 

 

The next year would make a mockery of these plans.

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Jyotindra, The Storm’s Eye

 

Because of the unusual nature of the power dynamic in place, the High Regent took extra care in who he chose to represent Delos and the fifth legion among the Ultima Council. Since Alexandros technically outranked Ezharion, Alexandros wanted to avoid over influencing the Ultima Council. Therefore, Delos did not have a true representative there, but instead a advisor was sent.

 

After conversing with his brother, Alexandros chose Jyotindra. Although it was never in doubt that a member of the open hand would serve, it was decided that a younger legionary would be a better suited to aiding the Tempests  as they became administrator. While Jyotindra had not served for more than 40 years, he had proved himself as a capable diplomat in several assignments. Furthermore, he had personally served alongside the Tempests and had synced well with their martial style. 

 

As for the man himself, he was eager to represent his Regent in such an important role. Initial service went well. He established a smooth dynamic between himself and the administrators, guiding them through more delicate matters of diplomacy especially with the reoccurring absence of Ezharion. In turn, the Tempests Could focus more of their efforts on what they excelled at.

 

Unfortunately, this healthy cooperation did not last.

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830

 

Alexandros gasped for breath as sweat dribbled down his aching body. The pain’s bite was countered by the sheer novelty of it. Never before had his physical limits buckled beneath challenge. 

 

A pained grin spread a his face. Blood trailed around it as it poured from his nose. He spun the spear around his hand before he shifted back into his stance. A shield provided his only protection as he brandished it. 

 

A pillar of fire erupted before him. It unwillingly adhered to the  borders of the sword it blazed from. From the other side of the pyre did the Emperor watch. A splat of blood colored the Emperor’s brow, but no sweat marred his form. 

 

"Again.”

 

Alexandros laughed as he charged.

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831

 

"You're leaving?" 

 

Darshan slipped from the future back into the present. He sat across from the Emperor in a bare chamber which had served as their private grounds whenever the Emperor delved into the empyrean mysteries with Alexandros. 

 

The Emperor sat in his golden robes. They weren't really golden, but Alexandros had quickly learned the Emperor was never not wielding the power of the Warp for any number of tasks, both great and small. Truth be told, Alexandros had trouble discerning how much of the energy was being wielded and how much was part of the Emperor's essence. The implications of that mystery alternated between amusing and disturbing Alexandros.

 

"Seek, and the answer will come to you."

 

A factual statement, but Alexandros maintained his gaze on the present form of the Emperor. "That would take me beyond a year." 

 

"You blind yourself to your own detriment."

 

The rebuke warmed Alexandros. It was moments like these when Alexandros felt like a son, and the Emperor a father. He treasured them as they rehashed the ongoing argument. "The possibilities are nigh infinite by then and subject to the whims of a butterfly."

 

"An oversimplification. You possess the capability to comprehend such a range of realities."

 

"Only to double that fantastical number by adding a single second. I waste more time trying to navigate such a temporal distance than simply shaping it by acting in the now." 

 

The Emperor opened his eyes as he stared down his son. Alexandros met the gaze with a small smile. It was an old argument, and he had not yielded the point despite all of the Emperor's instruction to the contrary. The Emperor relented, or indulged, and said, "It is time to recover another of your brothers. While I am gone, Malcador will continue your instruction."

 

Alexandros' small smile grew wide. This was another reason he did not like to peer too far beyond. His family was growing; what a happy surprise!

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832

 

Alexandros and Malcador, along with a small delegation, stood at the edge of the landing pad as the Emperor and his entourage approached. The Emperor's appearance anywhere could mark an occasion, but this day would be a day of special celebration throughout Terra. One step behind, two other giants followed the Emperor of Mankind at his left and right. The giant on the Emperor's right wore a red-and-white robe as he surveyed the welcoming delegation. His hair was long, a tide that spilled over the front of his armor, but a tide that carefully avoided a golden double-eagle embroidered across his chest. His most fascinating feature was his eyes. They were blood-red with a faint shine. 

 

Alexandros couldn't wait to get to know him and the other as he flashed a welcoming grin at them. The midnight-haired brother offered an uncertain smile.

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833

 

The Elpis’ hangar rumbled with the usual cacophony. It had seen little use in the previous battle, which was more of a large skirmish instead of a true battle worthy of a legion. The totality of the victory had provided some celebration, but Darshan could sense a hunger underlying the Fifth Legion. They wanted a battle, a war that would truly test them and reveal their power to their new master. He did not fault them too much for the hunger. It was natural for sons to want to impress their recently-returned father. 

 

A similar desire glowed within him as he walked side-by-side with the Emperor. His personal transport stood ready to return him to the Bucephalus. From there, the Emperor would venture to the galactic south. Another brother was waiting to be found. Alexandros rejoiced in that, but he pitied Theoderaf and Caelum. While they had taken the Emperor's attention away from Alexandros' tutorship for over a year, he had not wished the same fate to fall upon them. Even if Theoderaf and Alexandros had not parted on the best of terms. 

 

Beyond the forcefield, IG-88, which was in need of a new name, rotated in its place in space. It would forever be marked as Alexandros' first victory, however small it was. "Do you approve?" 

 

"It is a promising start, my son."

 

Which was not the same as approval. A pang of shame sounded within Alexandros, but he let it spread no further. Wiping out the monster who had raided his planet for several centuries had been satisfying. His next battle, however, would have to be worthy of the Imperium's satisfaction. "I've selected the next campaign."

 

"Saxonia?"

 

Alexandros smiled as the entourage reached the golden transport. "You see."

 

The Emperor nodded. "Your legion will be tested."

 

Now Alexandros sensed approval. "They will not be found wanting."

 

The Emperor laid a hand on Alexandros' shoulder. With an affectionate squeeze, the Emperor withdrew. "No, you will not."

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834

 

And so it went, the living wall of Warden shields deflecting danger as the breachers advanced down the hallway, whittling away at the mob with precise shots. They were less than thirty metres from the hallway's exit when the last Ork succumbed to its wounds. Not a moment passed before a new danger arrived. Ten Orks filled the mouth of the hallway in a well-rehearsed drill. Every one of them had a rocket pack strapped to their back. The big Ork commanding them bellowed, "Take aim!" 

 

All of them bowed forward, the rocket packs aimed at Alexandros' line. 

 

Next to Alexandros, scarred Jorg muttered. "Are they serious?"

 

Alexandros answered, "Without a doubt."

 

"FIRE!"

 

As one, the Orks ignited their packs. With only seconds before impact, Darshan identified two who'd end up crashing into the walls and killing themselves, removing any threat they might have posed. To the three breachers in front of him, Darshan sent a single telepathic command. Cease fire.

 

Alexandros leaped over their heads.

 

With four seconds to impact, he squeezed the trigger on his plasma blaster twice. The two plasma missiles melted two others as one of them crashed into a wall. Alexandros landed in front of his sons before bracing himself behind his shield. Volkites burned down another. 

 

Then impact.

 

Blood exploded and bone shattered as several of the brutes crashed into hapless breachers, killing marines and Orks both. Alexandros' arm shook as one then a second Ork dashed themselves against his shield, forcing him back a couple of centimetres. To the surprise of many, the nob slammed into the primarch and remained there. Its' rockets still firing, it pushed against Alexandros' strength. It peered over the shield's edge and screamed "WAAAAAGH!" into Alexandros' face.

 

Alexandros grimaced.

 

"If I ever fail to exterminate your species, I will introduce the concept of dental hygiene to you lot," he promised before shoving the muzzle of his plasma blaster against its forehead.

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835

 

"Humanity craves symbols," The red-haired giant declared with a sweep of his arm. "For they are the physical manifestation of what separates us from the animal: thought. We use symbols for the mundane, the sacred, and the personal. All three purposes are aligned today," Alexandros, Lord of the Halcyon Wardens, declared to the three legionaries before him. Three more stood behind him, across the table. Directly behind the Primarch was Irvin Ruel, Lord Commander and second-in-command of the legion. The bald Terran veteran was, as always, the image of discipline and bearing, unwavering in his stance. To Ruel's right was the scarred Praetor Niemann, Chief of the Destroyers. Niemann did not try to match his superior's precision as he watched the proceedings with mild amusement. To Ruel's left was Theodor Vonsmith, High Forge Lord of the Fifth Legion. The man was one-third machine in appearance and cold detachment in demeanor. 

 

Each man had been hand selected by Alexandros as the scene was broadcasted to the reformed Fifth and to the entirety of Balov. The newest protectorate had played an important role as participant and witness as the Storm Riders of the Unification Wars transformed into the Halcyon Wardens of their gene-sire's vision. 

 

Alexandros reached for the central of three items lined on the table, sitting comfortably above red velvet. The giant hands slid around the perfect circle before gently lifting it up from its place. Alexandros moved with deliberate and solemn purpose as he addressed the legionary in front of him. Third Lieutenant, in the old rank nomenclature, Vonsaza stood rigid, unused to the pomp and attention of the masses. That did not stop Darshan from sensing the fierce pride burning within the man's soul. He had possessed the two qualities Alexandros had sought throughout his entire legion: the most lives saved and a receptive heart.

 

Alexandros held the shield between them. "With this, I formally create the Order of the Shield."

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Abidius, 836

 

"My lord, can at least the Fifth Legion prosecute the Great Crusade? We can easily arrange for our most advanced cruiser to offer both speed and protection for this private matter."

 

Alexandros couldn't help but notice that Irvin hadn't used the new legion title. At the same time, the former Storm Rider hadn't subconsciously used the old legion name. Progress, Alexandros noted to himself as he delicately snipped off an unhealthy branch from the Balovian Imle. It was one of five trophies he would be taking from his first protectorate. 

 

It was by far the most temperamental trophy, even within the precise artificial environment of the Primarch's personal quarters.

 

"Irvin," Alexandros began as he switched tools. "You know how I value the symbolic as much as I do the practical."

 

"I do," the former Legion Master admitted. Even with Alexandros crouched over in his hobby, the two were almost eye-level. "But we've been involved in non-combat duty for near two years now. I understand your intentions, but I must insist the Emperor will not appreciate any additional delay."

 

Alexandros waved a casual hand. "I'm not asking for another year off, even if the Great Crusade can withstand it. No, I understand that duty calls, but it must wait for one duty prior." With a satisfied nod, Alexandros finished his effort on the Imle. "I am a warlord in both senses of the term. It has been almost seven years since I've fulfilled my duties as prime minister, and the Wardens do not yet think of Delos as their new home. Now that they match my vision of what a legion ought to be, it is time I properly introduced them to their wards, their people." He rose to his full stature, forcing Irvin to look up to him. A calculated message, but one the lord commander was unlikely to realize. One day, he would. 

 

"Besides, I have an assassination attempt I must endure."

[simison]

Sol, 836

 

The guilt amused him. That did not lessen guilt’s sting, but it created an odd combination of emotions that Alexandros wasn't used to. His hair had grown back, and the burn 'scars' had faded. In another month, none would be able to see any wound had been inflicted against the Lord of the Fifth. That too had been another calculation. He had allowed the budding Delian rebellion to take its shot against him. Had thrown himself between the bomb and the audience. And now was mostly healed after a few weeks. 

 

In one move, Alexandros had ended the rebellion before it could truly gain momentum.

 

He was still embarrassed he had to say good-bye to his mom with a third of his face a different color. 

 

Her lined, worried eyes wouldn’t stop glancing at the new skin. He put on a reassuring smile, even as he knew it would do little to appease her. Instead, he opened his arms. He could feel the inaudible huff of mixed frustration, surrender, and love before she embraced him. Her arms wrapped tight around as much of his torso as she could stretch. He could have wrapped his arms around her twice. Instead, he used the same hug he had use since he was a boy. His hands criss crossed at the center of her back, while his arms drooped to the side. He enjoyed her presence as she whispered, “Be safe, my son.” She pecked him on the cheek before releasing her tight hold. 

 

He returned the gesture on her forehead. “Always, Mom.”

 

She reluctantly stepped back with a last, “Write often.”

 

"I will," Alexandros reassured her before turning his attention to the man stepping past Cassandra. 

 

Demetrius had more gray streaks in his dark beard. An unbidden thought within the Primarch wondered how many more good-byes the Great Crusade would allow them. Demetrius laid a hand on Alexandros' shoulder. It was a subconscious habit that had started when Alexandros had outgrown the man's height. A small way a father kept his dignity before his giant son. "We love you, son. As you return to the stars, remember the most important lesson."

 

"The greatest man is the one who lifts others," Alexandros intoned with a fond smile. 

 

Demetrius nodded with his own matching smile. "Just so." Only now did he briefly embrace his son before joining his wife. 

 

After them was a small parade of good-byes to half-siblings and relatives. Tomorrow, Alexandros would be locked into a ceremonial departure as the Halcyon Wardens deployed to the Great Crusade. Tonight, in his private quarters, Alexandros said farewell to his little family, the ones who mattered. 

 

One last woman held out her hand to him, palm down. She was the most controversial member of Alexandros' mortal family. But promises, even if derailed, had to be respected. She had midnight curly hair  as she smiled up at him. Brown eyes glowed with mischief and warmth. "Must you insist upon this tradition?"

 

"Ah, you wound me, my lady Myrsine," Alexandros said as he placed a dramatic hand over his heart. "Although our paths had to part ways, did we not share something special?"

 

She rolled her eyes at his declaration but noticeably brightened as he gently kissed the back of her hand. It was a game they had played since their engagement had ended. "That would be Senator Myrsine to you, Prime Minister."

 

"I'm afraid I must decline," Alexandros ruefully replied. "I know too many senators."

 

With a sigh, she admonished, "Stay alive, Alex. Your death would cause no small headache in the Senate."

 

"I live to serve, my dear."

[simison]

Martius, 837

 

The sound melody of waves washing upon the beach both soothed the giant and evoked childhood memories of more innocent times. So long as he kept his gaze on the beach, Alexandros could relive the watery games he had played with the other boys in town. A moment of reverie between destruction.

 

The moment broke as past command combined with future duty. Alexandros opened viridian eyes as his ears caught the approach of military boots. Powered and unpowered. 

 

He turned away from the beach, eyes glancing at the broken port which occupied the rest of this island. Despite their name, space marines had an odd relationship with naval combat. Overlap certainly, but not quite a true mastery of this ancient battlefield. But victory was victory. 

 

The true focus of his attention came into view as a military delegation rounded the corner of a toppled warship. Three of his sons led five mortals toward the Primarch. The gold-trimmed shields served as badges of office as opposed to war gear at this moment. Ruel had not relented in his campaign to establish a proper bodyguard for the Lord of the Fifth, despite Alexandros' considerable advantages. They were a source of amusement to him.

 

These three warriors formed a triangle around the mortals. Only one of them wore armor, a pristine set of carapace armor in camouflage. Alexandros had little doubt it would see use soon enough. Yet, it was the mortal at the front of the delegation who demanded Alexandros' address. He wore an immaculate black dress uniform with golden epaulets. He was old, easily in retirement age in some cultures as lines criss crossed his face. It was a less than ideal situation, but Delos had not seen true war since Alexandros had driven off the xenos years ago. Suhag was the best the planet offered, discounting Alexandros. 

 

The delegation came to a halt before saluting. 

 

"My lord," the lead Warden stated. "I present Manoj Suhag, Grand Commandant of the First Scion Army."

[simison]

Renovatio, 838

 

Crassus gritted his teeth. "We are more than pieces of hardware."

 

VonSalim quirked an eyebrow.

 

Crassus blinked. 

 

Darshan asked, "Are you?"

 

The winds of Afric blew around them, catching their respective capes in gentle embrace. Crassus' resolve shook as he stood, once again, at Three Flags. His blue eyes flashed to the East where he could see the shield towers protecting his past enemies from airstrikes. Crassus remembered too-late the other side of his Primarch. A mind-witch of terrifying strength and skill.

 

As he turned his head, Crassus caught something in the corner of his eye. Behind him was the Albyon Slayer, the first tank he had driven. The tank he would soon ride into the upcoming battle. Alarmed fury filled him as he noted its state. The pintle-mounted volkite caliver fizzled with damage as it dangled off the turret. One of the treads had come loose. Corrosion wrapped around the cannon's barrel. Never would Crassus allow his steed to fall into such deplorable condition.

 

"Well, Prefect?" Darshan asked as he stepped up to the vehicle of war. "Would you go to war in this?"

 

"Of course not!" Crassus spat back, indignant anger rocking his voice. Only to realize a moment later he had completely walked into a trap. 

 

Darshan knocked his knuckles against the tank. "So, if you wouldn't take this into war, why would you try to persuade me to allow you?"

 

"Can you not see me, my lord?" Crassus argued as he gestured to himself. "I am a keen edge, ready to do battle. I'm in the training rooms daily, waiting for the day I can rejoin my brothers on the front line. What more do you want of me?"

 

"To stop being blind," Darshan countered. "You think nothing but the body when it is your mind that is breaking. This tank," he emphasized with a wave of a hand, "is your mind. You have blindly trusted in the psycho-conditioning to prevent the damage that is now infecting you. This is what I see every time you ask to be deployed."

 

Before he could stop himself, Crassus said with not a light touch of sarcasm, "You told me that spending time in the sanctum would improve this."

 

"It would if you actually used it instead of stewing in your own self-righteous misery," Darshan declared, his voice hard. "Worse, you inflict your petty attitude upon your brothers with this paltry refuge of a sanctum, abandoning your responsibilities as a leader, one of my four Brigadiers no less. You shame yourself with this puerility and you shame me as both your commanding officer and as a father."

 

Again, the worst part of facing a telepath is that they knew every thought, which meant Crassus had no chance at hiding the vindictive spark of satisfaction at frustrating VonSalim. 

 

This time, however, Crassus felt shame. It wriggled around the vindictiveness as Crassus did his best to ignore both of them. Although he reined the unwanted emotions in, he did not offer a retort. It was then he realized something. "What is your purpose of this meeting, my lord?"

 

"Lord Araphel and I have agreed on a tactical plan to cripple the Scaran threat and prevent a campaign of attrition that will waste years in this system. However, it all hinges upon a decapitation strike against the Scaran queen. Even with Araphel and I personally involved with this attack, it is an extremely risky gamble that will see a horrific blood price. You will be the sole Brigadier to be deployed to my side."

 

The thrill of war shouted within Crassus' being, but his mind was already shifting with suspicion. "Given our conversation, I would not imagine you would reward me, my lord."

 

"Make no mistake, this is no reward," Darshan affirmed as he stared down at his officer. "You will unleash your rage at the enemy, and it will serve a purpose. However, in half of the futures I have foreseen, you are slain in this upcoming battle. In a third of the other futures, you are maimed, interred within a dreadnought, to be forever denied the exhilaration of commanding your beloved Praefectus and riding into war. Only in that final sliver of possibility do you emerge from the battle whole."