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Legio Abyssal: "Sea Nomads" Titan legion


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Salty brine whipped up onto the hardened, leatherlike, and heavily tattooed skin of ancient man paddling a war canoe, uttering a grunt.

 

"What is wrong, Honored Tane?" Spoke the boy, Tama, a young warrior of 18 cycles.

 

Though the beautiful, crystal clear water of Forgeworld Pluton seemed inviting, it could violently lap at the canoes, hungrily beckoning for the Maor tribesmen to join the dark depths. A tattooed arm reached up to scratch a pulsating MIU port nestled between taut, bark skin on Tane's neck.

 

"It has been many suns since I have returned to this place, young one, yet the ocean here still attacks us with violent spirit..."

 

The weather beaten face scrunched as a vox bead embedded in Tane's ear buzzed in binaric rhythm. ++Welcome Princeps Tane and Moderati Tama, where does the tide bring you?++ came the detached, but lilting voice unmistakably belonging to Dominus Ai, no doubt performing her blessed haku upon the War machines below.

 

"The tide is red, bringing war" echoed Tama and Tane, bearing their forearms, etched with an interwoven trident symbol among their tatu.

 

The ocean beneath the war canoe split asunder as a massive figure arose. Clad in the dark grey-blue of the Sea Nomads, a Reaver Class Titan birthed itself from a hidden, bronze plinth below the depths, spitting brine and foam like an angry Grecian God from the depths. It's glowing, gold trident symbol speared from its watery prison, launching into the air in concert with the raised arms of the war canoe party, splitting the heavens asunder.

 

The younger tribesmen of the Maor were tomahawked with amazement at the sight of Titans rising from the ocean, while older hands grinned with barely controlled excitement to become one of the deep hunters again, raiding mega-squid nest and fighting apex-Liopleuridons for sport, to earn more trophy-tatu to their sun kissed skin.

 

The tribesmen elders beat their chest in synchronization, turning to one another, "Glory in the Hunt, Glory in War."

 

Legio Abyssal had joined the cataclysm known as the Horus Heresy.

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