++March of the Legions: X Completions++

[Brother-Chaplain Kage]

March of the Legions

Month 9 Completions: The X Legion

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Please only leave the five pictures from your completion in the X Legion Challenge, and the fluff for you characters. Any other comments or text will be deleted. Thank you.

[nevindar]

+++To:   Auxilia Transport Cruiser Bellerophon+++
+++Incoming Transmission. Ident: Unknown+++
+++Receiver: Communication Servitor 039-A8+++
 

-To the traitorous swine aboard the Bellerophon, or whatever you call it these days. I am Mantus, Iron Father and Praetorian of the Tenth Legion. Your actions in turning against the Emperor have condemned you. There is a price for deeds of treachery, and it is paid in blood. If any soldier still holds Terra and the Imperium in their heart, rise up and be counted. The Lemures are upon you. The Temeraire is here.
As the last words were uttered, the Bellerophon shook violently as alarms started to scream all throughout the ship. The Restless Spirits of Istvaan V were upon them.
 

+++To: Auxilia Fleet Command, Arxis Sector+++
+++Incoming Transmission.Ident: Keriano+++
+++Receiver: Communication Servitor 0293+++

-Lords, we found the Bellerophon. Drifting in empty space, silent and cold as the grave. [Vox Interrupt]... Same message on loop… The Lemures are coming.

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Iron Father Mantus Degaran was assigned to the 523 Explorator Fleet and stationed on the Cruiser Temeraire in the years leading up to the Dropsite Massacre. The Temeraire was one of three ships sent by the 523^rd Expedition after Ferrus’ call to arms, and the only one arriving in the Istvaan System; albeit too late. As the ship broke from the Warp, the assault on Istvaan V had gone on for hours. As they neared the planet they had to make the decision, charge ahead or retreat. The Arithmetic of War said retreat, the hearts of loyal sons disagreed. Mantus Degaran stood in the last drop ship leaving the burning Temeraire, descending rapidly as the cruiser burned in the atmosphere.

                           Clad in burnished Cataphractii plate and surrounded by the remnants of his company, Mantus Degaran attempted to fight through the ring of Emperor’s Children blocking the path to their fellow Iron Hands. Countless of hours fighting passed, and one after one they fell, just as their father had. Never an emotion other than rage filled Mantus’ mind, tearing apart the traitorous scum with his claws, long since bereft of even a remote chance of escape.
                           On Istvaan V he fell. But ground soaked in post-human blood would not be their graves. On Istvaan V, not all of the ghosts are ethereal. The Aegesine Protocols leave no to soul rest. On Istvaan V, the Lemures arose.
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++We are the witnesses of his final day.  His final minute.  His final breath.  We are the witnesses of his betrayal and his murder.   We watched as his blood gushed out onto the black sands and stained them crimson.  It trickled down from where he had fallen and pooled at our feet.   We bore witness to the slaughter of our father and our brothers, and for this, we vow our embittered, unending vengeance.   No bolter shall stay our wrath.  No blade shall lay us low.  No heathen, verminous traitor shall take our lives.

 

 

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Legionnaire identified as Alrack Demogorgnn of Legio X, Captain of Clan Morragul's 2nd Order, unnoficial title of Tallyman.  During the battle of Istvaan V, after the Red Talon's assigned boarding parties had been all but used up, Demogorgnn was placed in charge of a last ditch assault on an Iron Warriors vessel currently blocking Autek Mor's flagship's path to the planet.  Many boarding torpedoes were shot down before impact, leaving Demogorgnn's party broken and scattered across the ship.  Those few that survived and found their Captain again were quickly surrounded by warriors of IV Legion.  In an attempt to escape, Demogorgnn fell back to the shuttle bays and stole a craft which he piloted to Istvaan's surface.  Demogorgnn's eventual fate is unknown. 

[Memento Of Prospero]

"Horus sought to shatter our Legion, spreading word of the death of our father far and wide. What he failed to realize, in doing so, he had removed the last vestige of humanity left in us. The flesh is weak, and it is gone. Now we will strike back with all the wrath that remains, driven by a cold and calculating fury . No weapon too hideous, no death too dishonourable him and his lackeys! DEATH TO THE WARMASTER!"

-Solek Jisteus, Moritat of Clan Tabarn'akk

[Ezeriel]

Iron Father Nemith Gar.

Well, used to be Iron Father. Aboard one of the last X Legion ships to arrive in the Istvaan system, Nemith Gar and his brothers aboard the Iron Spear were spared the grisly fate of their primarch. Since the dropsite massacre, his personality has seemed to drain little by little. All that seems to remain is a cold emptiness broken with bursts of rage and violence. Without uttering a word he ripped his own servo arm off and replaced it with a volkite charger. He shuns his duties to both his brothers and the machines under his care. All he cares about now is bringing justice upon the traitors.

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Here is my own entry/completion:

 

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Unknown Iron Hand Marine of Clan Atraxii

Current Status: Unknown

Last Seen: Istvaan V

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Depicted here in Seemingly-Standard Issue Cataphractii Terminator Armor and equipped with a Combi-Melta and Thunderhammer.

 

Recovered Pict Feeds and Still from discarded Traitor and Loyalist equipment on the Bloodied Sands of Istvaan V, this Unknown Marine of Clan Atraxii of the Iron Hands was last seen in the Rearguard of the Iron Hands force lead by the Primarch Ferrus Manus and Clan Avernii as they charged headlong into Traitor Forces slaying all foes who attempted to harry the rear of the Iron Xths advance.

 

 

And Brain Fart. No more fluff juice wanted to flow for this...

[StruManChu]

An Isolated System - Epilogue

The training cages were empty. In truth, he wasn't surprised. These last few weeks on Babel 1 had been taxing in the extreme, and it was hardly surprising that many of his brothers had found the need to retire to their individual chambers; to take stock and come to terms with their losses and personal failings.

The campaign had been by no means anything short of successful, but it had cost the remnants of the tenth legion, and many of them found themselves brooding. Such was the nature of the Medusan psyche.

"You're sure?"

Bion Henricos stared at the training servitors in front of him, blades and claws idle.

"We have his location now, yes? And possibly Fulgrim and Mortarion too? I don't really see another option."

"Careful, brother. I applaud your tenacity, but this isn't a decision to be taken lightly. You can't just throw yourself at this and hope for the best".

"I know that!" Henricos snapped. "With all due respect, I'm not in this fight for revenge against the ones who took our father from us. This war has grown so far beyond the consequences of Isstvan V. It's bigger than just the Legions. The fate of all of mankind hangs in the balance, so of course I'm not going to stumble in blindly and hope my sword winds up in Horus' neck."

"So you acknowledge that you and your White Scar death squad aren't yet ready for this assignment."

"No. If we're going to face Primarchs, we need to be faster. We need to anticipate any possible variable. Throw everything you've got at me."

Shadrak Meduson, the knife in the dark, smiled as the training servitors whirred to life. "All yours, brother. I'll see you on the other side"

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I've gotta say, I thought this month's stuff was particularly good. Roll on the IXth!

PS - This is the Grav-Gauntlet-weiding, Conversion-Beamer-shooting, Jetbike-riding, ~300-point-costing BAMF I was saving up for this month, but I needed to get some colour on him for a game back in December and felt like it would be cheating to use him, so I went with Bion instead. Somewhat perversely I haven't added anything to him since that game. Ah well. It's all Fallout 4's fault.