"The federation, huh..." A Giant thought to himself. Sparks of welding and construction was occuring outside his monastery base.
He, along with a Chapter worth of Battle Brothers of Iron, stationed in the Planet just at the fringes of human controlled space.
His task... Was to build what is needed. His cousins wage war in the front, denying the Arachnid the ground they seeked.
He kept to his quarters as he worked and plan extensively everytime he done with his training and combat duties. He gotten used to be just a logistics captain, but in the lull of combat, he wanted to do something.
Around him was various metal parts and blueprint that covered the living quarters.
But he didn't care. As he almost completed his part of the project.
The first Hive planet of the federation. To be the first to built on the planet he stood upon.
Such pride welled up to him as perhaps his brothers that joined him, would make his father smiled... Even for a bit.
With the blueprints of the supposed perfect hive city, his legion aquire from the Mechanicus, he tasked to designed emergency routes and redundant systems. Improving the design.
Every inch of this hive world is made by them alone. Whether it was within and without.
And made it possible for maintenance without the old hive cities disasters.
He was somewhat proud of his little contributions.
After he done with the newest addition to the blueprints that would be sent to the database for all Hive planets to follow. He left the room and do his patrols outside.
Fresh gust of winds of a planet untouched by war, engulf on his unhelm face.
The blue skies and the orange sun was the place, is perfect for this planet to be undergoing reformation. Yells of people busy doing construction, Marking the planet under the federation name.
He noticed the colonists were simply giving them a bit of space as they were wary of the High Lord "Super Soldiers" Program. They didn't bother him as they made way for his duties.
He knew that it was the only way that the people would not fear him the most.
A makeshift ball of rags pretending to be a ball rolled up to his legs. He would have been the old legions as they simply just trudged through and ignore the problem of the weak.
There a boy for a mere 5 years old, stood before him. Curious and unaware of the giant before him. His eyes sparkled with joy as the boy reached for his ball.
"Come, now don't bother with the Space Marine, child." His mother rushed past and dragged him away, leaving the ball behind.
The man was silent, as he watched the mother dragged her child away due to her fear of the Astartes. And the people around him turned away due to fear.
The man silently picked the ball and left for his monastery. Making the colonists confused.
The next day the boy looked glum as he sat by the sidewalk as he lost his only source of entertainment. His mother is working in a factory and he was, but a few friends by his side that he could talk to.
He heard the giant thudding and looked at the source. He saw the Space Marine held his ball, now it was better than before. No longer it was in rags, but a actual football.
"Thanks Mister!" The boy smiled.
The Man gave a soft smile as he was not used to smiling.
The people around them noticed the interaction and gotten somewhat to a understanding.
There was a small bond between the two.
From the child became a bridge between the colonist and space marines.
The people in the newly formed hive city is more comfortable with their stoic and silent defenders.
"Look, Mister... My son is grown so big now." The child the space marine knew, now became a young man with a family." The man is not shied from the gaze of the Silent warrior. He held the picture of his newborn.
The Astarte simply glanced at the picture and venture somewhere.
Where he heard the man called out behind him.
"I heard that it was you that stopped the disaster of my construction site almost entered... And the one that made the home of my family, Thank you."
The man gave his sincere thanks.
The space marine ventured forth to return to his monastery.
The battle brother that stood guard at the door leading into the depth of the chapter house, noticed his brother returning.
"Brother... You look happy today." The man chuckle as he gaze upon the sunset.
"I found my work appreciated." The space marine smiled with a small smirk.
"I heard that there is a new batch of Fenrisian Ale being shipped in, and probably we would have it on our menu. Take care, we are already almost completed our project soon."
The space marine gaze upon to the almost completed Hive city that now towered to the sky.
During the Imperial Ascension of Alexander.
During the death of His Father by radicals fanatics.
This planet was under attack by the Arachnid and cultist that imbedded within the halls of the Hive.
The Chapter aided the defenders against both sides.
Pdf regiment fought against the tide of insects and Arbites fought in the depth of the under hive that is filled with anarchy and treacherous scum below.
"Remember, the Iron wills it!" Said his Chapter master yelled as the man follow him in the depth of the darkness of his own designs.
He fought Maim and slaughter, his grey armor splattered with blood of the cultist that believe that their gods supersede all of humanity. Of the heretics that chanted their devotion of the false gods.
He had a god, he lives within and without...
It grows in rage of the people that fallen , it bubbles with emotions that none ever seen.
Before him are deviants that betrayed the god within, betrayed the potential of humanity for a false promise.
His legion may not believe in the god emperor, but they believed humanity have a better purpose than a subservient to a empty lie.
He heard a yell in the darkness.
He nodded to his brothers silently beside him as they marched forwards.
They know every nook and cranny that the cultist hidden themselves as they were the ones that built this place. Their Auspex sensors already tagged the interlopers as they rained fire upon the half assed attempted of a ambush.
As they reached a mansion, the remnants screeched their final profanities before being sent to the daemons they deserve.
He had something calling for him in the basement. As he walked down, he passed several cages of humans trapped within.
He didn't hear their pleas until he found himself standing upon a unfinished ritual.
He scanned the runes and sent it to the librarian and his cousin the Thousand sons of this effect. At the center of the ritual was a cage and a dying man held his family, a son wept beside him.
"It's you... mister space marine." A aged man spoke from the cages that was in the depths of the cultist headquarters.
He was holding a child that was unconscious and a woman was dead by his side as she spilled her own blood.
The Astartes recognize him as the boy he gave the ball years ago.
"Don't worry about the ritual, I infected myself with poison, prevent them from using my family as a hostages. I did my part... In defiance against all odds..." He gaggard as black blood is spilling out.
"I...am Sorry, that I am unable to play with you once more..." The man coughed as dark blood ooze from his eyes.
"Take my son! Make him a part of your chapter! I don't care what happens to me, I want him to know that I will rather die a human, than be something I am not!" The man in his final clarity as the blood beginning to consumed him and his dead wife, handed his son across the cage bars.
The child still young and unable to know what's happening, was in the grasp of the Space marine. He cried as he had his last moments of his family ripped from him.
"Do it... I rather die a human... Than live as a Slave. That is the way of the Iron, you taught me right." The man stared at his executioner with a smile, as his tear dripped from his human side of his body that is rapidly being consumed, the bolter aimed at his head.
A single explosion rang out from the basement, his brothers arrived just in time of seeing their brother holding a child that is passed out as he walked away from the cage that was just a scorched floor.
"Brother what happened?" One of his own scanned the premises as the cages was simply empty. As if the numerous people that yelled for help simply just never existed.
"Check the Librarian for his taint and the Apothecary to test if he is compatible with our legion geneseed." The man gruffly stepped aside as he ascended from the basement.
"You are referring to this kid?"
"I made a promise... To a memory."
"Understood..."
"We are here"
"All the traitors is killed."
(In a Galaxy Far Far Away.)
At The Imperium outpost that took control of the Former Hutt Space. And the Exchange that was controlled by the Alpha legion have shown information of the attacks made by the Republic.
It allowed time for the defenders to fortify.
He stood at the orbital bombardment that rained at his newly created hive world.
Republic Cruisers rain their turbolasers on the void shields of the hive world as if to crack the planet apart. All it did was to rain down at the improved Void shields that they
Implemented
"Warsmith, what are your orders?" A eager Blood stood beside him. Fresh from training and not been tested by the god within.
"Will, this is your first battle since your induction to my legion." The man spoke with calmness.
The boy that he saved from that basement is now a Captain of the Assault company of his own.
"I know, I simply wanted to make my father proud of me. I want my gene father approved of my deeds today. This battle will be the moment I will be truly be part of the legion."
The man stood silent as he ponders if that was his original father's or the gene father.
"You will have your part to play Will. I am sure your father is proud that you become what he wanted the most." The Warsmith smiled.
The last of the bombardment ended as the republic ships attempted to land against the hail of bullets and lasers that was harassing them.
Their Landing crafts rained into the ground as burning wrecks as the defenders fought desperately for their homes.
"Get ready will, to your position... We shall prove that even we of iron, can be steel through the furnace of humanity." The war smith places his helmet on his head. As he rally the defenses.
Every building that his legion build now became a weapon hard point. Every rooftops uncovered heavy ordinances such as artillery and anti-aircraft battery that opened from the floor. From the smallest statues that is a makeshift point defenses, to the giant forms of the image of the emperor was a giant laser imbedded in his mouth.
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"Just how many did we lost commander? Our status?" The Jedi groaned as he shook his head, the amount of vibrations emanating from the ship have shaken his battle meditation.
"General, we lost 6 of our venators, 12 of our Acclamator and several unaccounted support vessels. And the Retribution and the Pearl of the republic Mandator dreadnought is damaged and is unfit for combat, we are now stranded here." The Clone replied grimly.
"Set up a forward base with the remaining troops and make a beach head! We must not let Nal Hutta be under Imperial hands! Have several squad to scout the area!" He screamed. He glared at the clone that ordered his brothers to move up.
He gritted his teeth as he looked at the still undamaged shielded city in the distance.
The dark side is growing within him and he panicked as he calmed himself down.
Ever since the republic was declared war by the imperium, the dark side is growing more prevalent.
Mace windu believes that it came from the Imperium.
And the Senate bickered like a headless leadership of the new threat.
But he believes that destroying the imperium would bring peace to the republic.
But he didn't know the republic was already a corpse of a ideal that is long forgotten.
Tainted and twisted that allowed a sith controlling over them.
Forgotten their covenant of the Imperial as the republic attacked them first.
His childish mindset due to lack of outside experience, of picturing of the imperium as the true evil, ignoring the fact that the population of Nal Hutta was behind the walls he wanted to crack down. Had it not been shielded, the deaths accumulated would have made the dark side stronger.
Each day, as he stood in the makeshift base of using their crashed ship,
They send several squad for point man and ended up trapped in a extensive minefield.
It was days of unending storm of shells and explosive that rained nonstop. As the hive city towering spires now become a artillery nest and flak towers as the Iron Warriors created the first modular hive that replaced comfort for practicality. Any overheated barrels can be replaced by the minute, every bullet is manufactured by the hands of the people is being lobbed against the supposed "liberators" of the republic.
200 km was the distance between the crash site and the hive city they wanted to capture.
The shelling Intensified that even the armor of the ship they relied on for safety, groan and creaked under pressure.
For 30 days it rained like hell.
Every shells that rained was a variety that was lobbed over. Inferno rounds, phosphorus rounds, plasma and high explosive rained nonstop. Smokescreen that held poison that the filtration of the clone helmets unable to keep out, flooded the lower decks of the crashed ship. Even rockets of various payloads of phosphorus and incendiary rain like meteor showers.
It never stopped, nor the defenders intended to. As the attempt on their lives is already a justification.
The citizens that hoped that the republic to saved them from the hutts, felt that their lives held no meaning with the assault upon them, the propaganda of the Imperial was simply show them, that the republic never cared about the people that voted their politicians, why else they ended up being part of the slaves of the hutts and the piracy that was supposed to be vanished in republic space?
A day... It suddenly stopped.
Many of the clones, that had been under the threat of near death, being pressure by the constant bombardment. And losses of their own brothers corpses accumulated in the ships med bay, told telling signs of their casualties.
The Jedi peeked out from the ruins of his Venator.
And found that his forces is surrounded.
The constant bombardment hidden the construction of trenches of the imperium that surrounded them.
For 30 days, a Extensive trench system surrounded them. And the Jedi was baffled that they took time to make a series of bunkers around the crashed site.
They found those titans already surrounded the crash site as well. How on Corusant they managed to reached to this place?
But their woes never ended as their Blaster that was to kill all electronic, was taken into account by the Imperium. Their blue blasters rained upon the void shields entrenched forces. Making ripples across the golden dome of hell upon them.
And almost every legion marines that arrived in this war torn galaxy have a Iron Halo or a Variant of it.
Though it made those with pride hurt, it was understandable by the High Lord orders.
A living brother is better than a dead one.
The Warsmith took to the frontlines and slaughter the clones, he took a glance at his newborn brother. Will leading the elements of the 7th Company, charging into the masses of replicae flesh.
As the Astartes rushed forwards, so do the men and women of the astra militarum.
The combined forces of Kreig 23th regiment corps cordoning off the crash site and the Steel Legion of Armageddon 522th Regiment slowly drove forward began to choke the defenders.
The Republic Jedi noticed his arrival and using his Force Speed, turning him to a speed of sonic, he lunged at the Warsmith location.
But the Warsmith already took account, as Various shells and Sonic weapons that he aquire from the Emperor children rained upon the Jedi.
But true to their form, the Jedi barely able to escape as he lost a arm in the explosion, the Warsmith is clouded in explosives and shrapnel and the only mentioned of his existence was the dim glow of the shield.
"You are a brute, there is no honor!" The Jedi snarled.
The warsmith laughed.
"There is no honor, from the one that chained themselves as a emotionless beast. You talk too much." The whirling of his storm bolter rained upon the location of the voice. The Jedi attempted to use the Force to stopped the weapons from propelling towards him, but the rocket bullets exploded, sending shrapnel into a cloud of flak, as he was showered with flying metals that pierced his stomach.
He stared at the lumbering giant. His eyes turned to hatred.
But to the Warsmith, he seen plenty of cultures he destroyed by his hand, the same face. But this time... He was in the light.
With his power sword crackling to life, he ended the commander.
But he was not lenient to attackers. They arrived to the planet under his care, and their payment is in blood.
He was not like lenient like the world eaters.
But he was not as blood thirsty as a nightlord.
But he would let the people judge them.
The screams of the remaining clone trooper was handed by the people.
And the angry citizens lashed out against the clone troopers.
As the last clone was burned at the stake.
He gazed upon the barren land.
The planet have been scarred by the bombardment, but it was his leadership that they will fix it to normalcy.
The clones were augmented from birth, flash trained to be the perfect soldiers of a uncaring republic, never beyond their station. Perfect tools for a politician, to be tossed aside when their duty is done.
But the Legion of Space Marines Alexander brought to this realm...
They were legends, myths of old that ventured from the saga of humanity.
Fear, hope and desperation etched across their armor and weapons.
they march with a objective.
They fought with pride that they would be redeem and their existence.
They had purpose beyond war.
Even in death, does duty will truly end for them.
So does the iron will that dwell within...
(A/n): stopgap chapter for star wars.
This is a Snail chapter so I probably unable to respond.
Warhammer factions entering Warhammer.
Starcraft 1/broodwars : major Appearance Imperial Guards/Sister of Battle, Eldar and Necron.
StarCraft 2 trilogy: major appearance Thousand Sons, Iron Warriors, Alpha legion, Sons of Horus.