The 90th Company 9th Chapter The Novas - Heresy Ultramarines

[sarabando]

Lucretius Corvo turned his honours in his hands. The gilded laurels reflected the flickering candlelight across the dark walls of his cell. Lost deep in thought, the captain almost didn't hear the door chime.

"Enter." He said, putting the award onto a shelf. The door hissed open on well oiled pistons. The conservative space of the living quarters was filled instantly with a mass of ceramite. Clad in black, a marine stood before him, Cataphractii pattern terminator plate blocked the door and almost made Lucretius pull his legs up onto the hard cot he sat upon as if to make room for him to enter.

"Lucretius Corvo." It was a statement not a question.

"Yes." He replied.

"Your presence is requested by my lord and master." The Terminator held out a datascroll for the Ultramarine to take.

He ran his thumb over the seal, a minute hiss indicated his biometric reading had been accepted and the hemetic seal had broken. He opened the document and confirmed the request.  He had come to blows figuratively with the Lion a few days ago during the award ceremony and assumed it was time for another dose of his well known discipline, this time his own lord would not be present.

Corvo stood and gestured to the door allowing the messenger to lead him onwards to his punishment.

The cool night air had an anticipatory stillness to it, the city was nervous, but that was normal these days. Civilians who would have normally filled the streets partaking in street food, music, entertainers instead rushed quietly between destinations, cloaks drawn tightly around them.

The first legion had taken a portion of the local civitas as their own billeting troops and their many thralls at the expense of the locals. Clad in his simple tunic and trousers, Corvo swore he could feel the temperature drop as he crossed the Dionysus bridge into their territory. A detail of legionaries stared at him, their Iron armour faceplates blank.

The entered one of the many storehouses that had been converted to legion use, quickly ascending up to the administratum levels, there the Lion waited.
The room was dark, a wide space lit only by a scattering of munitorum field lamps, they cast long upwards shadows upon the face of the Primarch.  Light played off a series of tall windows at the far end of the room, but no light fell into the room beyond.

"Lucretius Corvo, Captain of the 90th chapter." Said the lion. "What do you know of the Phyryctoria of Thelasus?" He asked.

Corvo noticed that the lion's hand was resting on his weapon and swallowed, feeling the tug at his nerves.

"Nothing my lord." He answered truthfully.

"Good." Stated the first legion's primarch. "I would hate to have had to kill you." His tone had no hint of humour.

Corvo took a step back, more in readiness than fear this time, until a heavy hand landed on his unarmoured shoulder.

"What my brother means, is that all knowledge of the Phyryctoria network was expunged by our father." Corvo relaxed as he looked up into the face of his own Primarch. "Sadly such is the time that I must go against his wishes and share its existence with you my son."

 

"The Phyryctoria is an ancient system of astronomican style beacons that spread across the 500 worlds, used by early pre imperial humanity." Roboute passed a dataslate to his son containing more information, discovery, mechanicum investigation reports, much of it heavily redacted.

"The difference between this and the other such sites is its control system." He continued, "An abominable intelligence system. Your mission is to take it and break its spirit."

 

The briefing ended after many questions and several outbursts by the 1st legion's master.

"I shall take my leave, my lords." Corvo bowed to the pair.

"Why?" asked the Lion.

"To wake my men and begin briefing them, sire?" Corvo asked, the nervous feeling returning.

"No Lucretius." Smiled Guilliman. "Your men are already here." He gestured the glossy black windows at the end of the room.

The astarte walked to the window, his enhanced eyes unable to pierce the darkness.

"I was impressed with your actions and how you stood up to me, it took strength of character." Said the lion. "My men took these suits from a supply fleet heading to Cthonia, and I feel you are the man to put them to use." He flicked the lights on, illuminating the room below. There stood the 90th chapter arrayed for battle, their pitted and broken armour from recent conflict repaired and polished to a parade finish. His veterans stood at attention front and centre, clad in immaculate Cataphractii plate. To a man every one repainted in Corvo's own white and blue personal heraldry, as one they began banging their fists upon their armour in salute to their chaptermaster.

"Your honour guard, your novas." Smiled Guilliman.

Edited May 8 by sarabando

[Dr_Ruminahui]

Love the split colour models - really nicely done.

[Terminatorinhell]

I'm a sucker for Novamarines. And this scheme is so nice. I kind of like the slightly pastel effect. 

[sarabando]

8 hours ago, Terminatorinhell said:

I'm a sucker for Novamarines. And this scheme is so nice. I kind of like the slightly pastel effect. 

i call that my "overly enthusiastic application of matt varnish" technique. 

[Marshal Mittens]

Absolutely love the gritty look, hard to pull off with blue or white, and I think you did great. Very good looking Nova's you have there!

[Chaplain Killmer]

When I was looking at first i  thought something is very different to most marine pics that you see on the net. Now with the explanation of the varnish application I looked again - and to me even more stunning is - you don't really see much or any boltgun metal. I like that style. Very nice work.

[Domhnall]

Just finished listening to Pharos so understood who Lucretius Corvo is right away 

 

Very nicely done. 

Edited Wednesday at 08:43 AM by Domhnall