Forsaken (40k Chaos Warband Quest)
You feel the death of your father even before the vox come alive. You feel defeat singing through your bones, traveling by whatever sorcery the False Emperor wedded to your gene-seed. Terra is burning right below your ship, its cities set ablaze by the glow of a thousand guns. It is not enough. Its defenders, human and transhuman are dying in droves weighted down by the number of your brothers and entire legions of cultists and abominations. It is not enough. The neverborn children of the gods are manifesting at the very gates of the Anathema's palaces laughing and capering as the birthplace of humanity groan under their feet. It is not enough. Nothing you have done can be enough. Your father, architect of the rebellion, champions of the True Gods, is dead and the news is close to breaking you entirely. You watch vessels die in the void as your servants howl that Loyalist reinforcements are breaking the blockade around Mars. Two whole Legions are emerging from the Sea of Soul to take you against the anvil of the world that should have been the crown of your gene-sire.
Still you were once an Astartes officer. Perhaps you are still that in part but you are also a new and terrible thing that the Heresy has seen emerge. Chaos Lord they call you and you won't die in the skies of Terra. The battle is lost but the Long War won't be over until you come back here and slay the False Emperor. Still you must still survive. Even in grief, you roar as you see the disunity of the Legions made manifest. It has cost you the Siege you realize. The forces under your father's command splintering even at the final objective. Already the followers of Slaanesh, the Dark Prince had abandoned the assault on the walls and focused on tormenting the defenseless population of the homeworld. Even their desertion pales to the rout you see happening through your ships' instruments. Regiments who assaulted the palace of the Emperor are fighting against each other for the chance to seize the spaceports. Forces cut off by the fury of battle are either grimly preparing for last stands, or in the case of the followers of Khorne the Blood God still pushing forwards in sheer fury. Swathes of the planet visible from space are engulfed in impossible colors as desperate sorcerers are trying to escape through the Sea of Souls rather than face the space battle.
Gods of the Warp, you see your own ships begin to fire at each other, taking the time to settle grudges even as the surviving Primarchs are barking orders for a coordinated withdrawal. You hope you are not the only one who remained on the edge of sanity. Still you take precious seconds to think about what you are going to do. Your father is dead and none of the surviving officers are interested in anything but securing his body and leaving the system. Loyalist ships are cutting you off from the body of the main fleet. But you have still time before the trap closes completely. You order a vox liaison to be opened, screaming through space.
"Blade of Damnation speaking. Know that every member of the True Legions and assorted assets is welcome aboard the ship provided you can board in the next hour!"
At the moment you speak thus, you can see transports immediately setting course for your hangar bays as your crew. Members of your own legion of course but not all. Indeed you see Mechanicum ships gained to your side change course and join Astartes vessels. Your vox is swimming with declarations of allegiance from mortal commanders anxious to survive the defeat. Now you just have to hold a bit, fight to the edge of the system and enter the Warp. You have few chances but few is not none.
Who are you proud Chaos Lord (Choose 1)
[] You are of the Sons of Horus follower of the Warmaster who set the galaxy ablaze as he sought to keep the False Emperor from becoming a god. First Captain Abbadon is guiding your Legion's flagship towards the edge of the system and the Eye of Terror and you make to follow him
Canon 40k
[] You are of the Ultramarines, proud guardians of the Five Hundred Worlds. Your father was the Dark Master of Chaos and even now his body wounded unto death is carried from the Emperor's throne room. Your brothers make way to the east of the galaxy where your domain was engulfed in a storm of your own making and even as other Astartes curse you, you lead in the same direction.
Roboutian Heresy Verse
Followers of the Nine Legions are boarding your vessel and swearing allegiance to you in exchange for survival but there is something very peculiar among them, something that will make your warband live in infamy forever more. Choose 1
[] Sorcerers having thrown the shackles of the False Emperor's edicts flock to your ships, some even appearing from thin air as they cross the worlds. Not only Astartes but scores of human psykers granting your coven supreme might.
[] A quartet of daemonhosts descend from the ramp of a living transport. You cannot recognize if their hosts are humans or Astartes so intensive are their mutations. They are that rarest of thing, a band of daemons sworn to each of the Four and prepared to be bound rather than be deprived of material existence. They even give you fragments of their true names allowing your warband to have an unusual number of daemonic allies.
[] A trio of commanders of the Imperial Army come to your ship with their regiments. While they are united in worship of the True Gods, their soldiers remain soldiers and not the bolter fodder so many mortals became under your aegis. They bring their entire surviving vehicle park with them.
[] Aki-Zeta 13 Priestess of the True Omnissiah and adept of Mars manages to arrive at your side, accompanied by a menagerie of technological horrors. Polymath even by the standard of the cult, this twisted genius brings a maniple of Skitarri cyborgs, enhanced with the favor of the True Gods.
[] Write-in (subject to veto)
So welcome to a quest inspired by Zahariel excellent Warband of Forsaken Sons fanfiction. You are a warband of Chaos Marines fleeing Terra and who will bedevil the galaxy for millennia to come. Or come to an ignominious end but that's the perils of Chaos for you.