The Saga of the Runt (Youjo Senki/WH30k)

Commissioned: Beginning of the Legionary wars M31 001-100
Commissioned

Beginning of the Legionary wars M31-100s





A Lectures series By Geri the LXXXIII
Presented at the University of fenris
Given the capital world of Fenris, the center of the empire of the Wolf's Claw, in M41






M31 is denoted as the start date of The Fall of the imperium of man, it was not a massive collapse it was not a Titanic civil war that ended the industrial and military might that had come to nearly claim the rest of the Galaxy.

It was nothing so bold no the thing that ended the imperium of man was a warp storm and the Emperor of Mankind being lost in this warpstorm. What happened to the emperor is still unknown as all people who were on board the ship disappeared with him what is known is that he never returned from his trip home to Tara after the battles of Ullanor.

Ships disappearing and reappearing from the war is a common thing and there have been for a long time. Procedures for if something like this would ever happen assuming the emperor would fine his way home eventually. However those procedures were thrown out of whack when the primarchs all reported that he may have died. How they knew was hotly contested with many primarchs giving their own interpretation on how they knew, my favorite is the one from our own primarchs Tanya of Russ. "it was as if a presence we had known all our lives had simply stopped existing something we had been connected to forever was gone and we just knew it would never come back."

Chaos would have taken hold but the primarchs asserted control quick enough, though the emperor was gone his Warmaster Horus was more than able to hold things down. Instead of continuing with the crusade he was preparing to launch, he redirected his fleet to the capital of Terra and took control of the throne world.

From there working with the first Lord of Terra Malcador he established himself as the new emperor of the imperium of man planning to hold the empire together in the briefest hope that the emperor was not gone from us and would return one day.

Unfortunately his efforts were not as fruitful as he would have liked for they were forces already in motion too crack the empire, and though their plans would never come fruition anymore the the cracks already created by the loss of the emperor would grow immensely by their machinations.

Horus first move upon Ascension to the throne of the emperor was to call upon the other primarchs to pledge their loyalty to him and show that the empire still stood strong. He trusted his siblings to bend the knee believing that they would understand that the empire needed a solid united front to continue its expansion. The 17 Primarchs other than Horace would ultimately do as he demanded but their actions following this declaration of loyalty would indicate that they were preparing for the worst or to settle old grudges that had built up over the great crusade.

This became no more apparent than the first breakaway state the realm of Ultramar. The Primarch of the ultramarines considered themselves loyal to the emperor and to the dream of a unified humanity but he made himself clear with his first act of statehood that he believed that a centralized government on Terra would be the downfall of the empire as it would not be able to react to threats quick enough. Thus he founded the state of ultramar. At the time of its creation it had no implications of breaking away though most of these states that would come to make up the imperium of the 31st millennium had no implications of breaking away till they finally did.

What followed was sectors of the space creating miniature empires within the imperium of man, the Night Haunter built an empire on the edges of the ghoul Stars claiming that it's distance so far away from imperial center required such a local governance.

Perturabo, who had been one of the more dedicated warriors on the crusade seeing that the empire seem to be on the verge of stagnation possibly a return of the old night claimed the Stars near the Dominion of storms and his homeworld, taking advice of his sister and finally returning to build instead of destroy. And it was a good thing he returned when he did as Olympia was in the process of planning his overthrow, with his return and finally setting about improving his homeworld this potential disaster was stopped. Creating a era of peace that allowed for Perturabo to build up his empire on the edges of the Maelstrom.

However this empire would have an effect on the politics of the region Jaghatai Khan, Fulgrim and Vulkan were worried that Perturabo found that their home worlds were well within striking distance of this new iron empire and form the confederation of the Maelstrom with the squats a counterbalance in case Perturabo let his delusions that others were stealing his credit go too far.

Before the second decade of M31 was over almost all the Primarchs of the Segmentum Ultima had formed their own empires or alliances in fear of each other's prospective empires. The only Primarch's not to make this step was Primarch Angron who wanted nothing to do with his homeworld and wished only to conquer for the imperium more than ever now to be emperor was no longer at the head of the empire. Sanguinius who feared none of his siblings and instead worked on trying to create a diplomatic solution to any problems between the rival governments in the Segmentum Ultima. And finally Magnus who did not seek an alliance with the Maelstrom but searched outside the Segmentum creating a secret pact with our Primarch, Tanya Russ. This pact was one of self-defense in origin, fearing that there may be a fight in the Segmentum Ultima that he didn't want his planet Prospero drawn into any conflict. But just incases He didn't want to have no allies to call upon in an emergency, the first one he thought of was his sister. She agreed on condition that he would devote more resources into teaching his space Marines to use runes instead of letting magic run wild as they did it cheffed him but he accepted the deal.

However this attempt to muzzle the magic of prospero came too late as the first major crack that would send the imperium it shatterpoint came with the council of nicea. In Horace attempting to hold the imperium together by whatever trick he could get had been running into an issue with Mortarion who was claiming that the use of psychics was abhorrent, and would not work with the thousand Suns until they stopped using their abilities or any legion for that matter that attempted to control warp with their liberians.

This sentiment was also shared by Dorn and Corax and fearing those three would form an alliance that would try and succeed from the empire he wished to try and ease the situation by holding the meating on the matter. Those three Primarchs controlled the only space legions in segmentum tempestus, and if they left the entire segmentum tempest this was good as gone as well with the Segmentum Ultima being on the verge of conflict only prevented by sanguinius's negotiating skills he could not risk losing potential within Segmentum Tempestus.

So he called upon all the Primarchs to meet at Nikaea to discuss this issue, Nikaeabeing inside segmentin solar but was on the border of segmentum. Trying to make this a issue for all the legions to take interest in.

This plan did not go as well as it was hoped. Horus had removed his own vote from the potential count seeing that he had no opinion for or against it and hoping that if there was only 17 votes it would be a fair vote however he had forgotten to count Mechanicum used ancient rights of alliance to be able to vote within the process as well.

The Mechanicum under Kelbor-Hal voted against the continued use of psychers. The Primarchs of the segmentum tempest is all sided with the ending of the use of psychic powers as well so it was not off to a good start for Magnus in the thousand sons.

Tanya Russ spoke of using these Powers with caution and that's they were dangerous but could be well and effective weapons if used properly.

The Primarchs of the Maelstrom alliance Jaghatai Khan, Fulgrim and Vulkan all voted for the continued use of psychic powers.

The Primarch's Ferrus Manus and Lion El'Jonson shared no opinion on the matter though they believe Magnus needed to be censured for being too experimental with these powers ultimately siding with Tanya and that's any effort to use these abilities needed to be well and truly carefully done.

Pertorado was fully against the use of psychic powers deeming them a potential threat to humanity.

Corvus Corax and Sanguinius and Guilliman ended up supporting psychic powers though they saw them as needing restrictions in their own special ways.

Angron was the vehemently against the abilities, And finally Lorgar and Alpharius Omegon the two Primarchs from the Segmentum Pacificus were in favor of psychic abilities.

With all sides making their final arguments It fell to Horus e to make a decision on the matter by rights psychic abilities should have won those not in favor of their use were few in number only five out of 17 Primarchs were against it but the considerations of the situation required a recontextualization that we're made quite clear in the years to come.

Three of those five could form their own empire in an alliance and be a threat to the imperium stability perturabo and angron were not as large of an issue though perturabo could easily form an alliance with the three Primarchs in the segmentum tempestus and create a situation where the Maelstrom felt threatened on both sides.

And there was the factor of the Mechanicum on the taken to consideration they may not have been a Primarch vote but their vote possibly held more power than the Primarchs themselves. Without the emperor to act as their Omnissiah they were just to know allied nation could decide to remove themselves from the alliance at any time this was not something good for a stability of the empire.

Ultimately he chose the third path that was presented by Russ, Lion and Ferris.

He declared that psychic abilities would be allowed but only under heavily monitored librarians and would not be used for combat. This ultimately devastated the thousand suns legions capabilities as so many of them had shown use of psychic abilities that they could not be allowed into combat anymore. Magnus feeling betrayed by his brother reportedly swore him out as no better than the criminals that made up his homeworld being a superstitious and fearful lot.

He probably would have gone on but the reports say that Tanya smacked him across the face and shared words with him that no one to this day knows whatever it is it put him in ease and he finally accepted the judgment of emperor Horus.

Theories on what Tanya has said has rained for millennium though I believe we can be quite easily figured out by looking at the context already presented Tanya Russ was a known strategist throughout the earlier parts of the crusade and fought almost every front. She knew the empire almost as well as Horus and knew the positions of every Primarch and what they were building, no doubt she explained that it was a no don't she explained that this was the mechanicus's fault and not prejudice from Hoeus himself though that is only speculation.

Be that as it May the deal was done and officially psychic abilities were banned for widespread combat use Magnus is legion were in essence restricted to their home world of prospero prevented from taking part in The crusade.

The efforts to prevent the alliance of segmentum tempest from forming we're all for not as that faction would eventually come to be. Ferrus Manus and Lion El'Jonson would ultimately form a similar alliance in Segmentum Obscurus though Russ would not join they're alliance claiming that there was no need for such empire so close to Terra.

Though these alliances did form for a moment there it looked like the imperium was saved. But the corruptive roots of chaos took root within several primarchs heart only waiting to take action.





The First Primach War

As 60 years since death of the emporror passed, Logar had never forgiven the the ultramarines for the destruction of his religious homeworld and had been building up an army to take his vengeance. He was simply looking for an excuse any excuse to have this private war come about and as the realms of ultrimar prospered under the ultramarines rule it became readily apparent they weren't paying as much as they should on their tithes since their empire was growing larger and larger as they would often Ally in world that have been cleared by Jaghatai Khan, Fulgrim and Vulkan who still actively seeked to enlarge the imperium.

Whispering words of whoa he convinced Horus that's the Primarch of the ultramarines was going to ultimately rebel against the imperium declare themselves Independence.

Horus having not spoken with his brother in years ultimately having become too busy dealing with putting out the fires of minor conflicts in the region and suspected that perhaps Logar was right he had noted that of the legions reported numbers the ultramarine seem to be growing at a exponentially larger rate than everyone else is possibly in a plan to build up. The possibility that Guillimanwould betray the imperium and try and take the entire Eastern fringes for himself and form a new empire became more real in his mind as he saw the Curze sign a treaty creating a border of influence between Guillimanand the night hunters realms.

Feeling that he had no choice he told Logar to rally Angron and go to Guilliman asking him to come before Terra to explain the situation.

This operation was meant to be nothing more than a compliance mission make sure that everything was still in order for Horus but for those he had assigned to the operation it was a chance to get a bit of revenge.

Angron carried a grudges against Guilliman for years ever since he had asked for Angron senctyioned for his " lack of conflict resolution abilities." Those two Primarchs wanted a chance to teach Gilliam in a lesson and they had just been given it.

What happened exactly is hotly debated survivors from word bears in the world eaters claim that the ultramarines open fired first attempting to stop them from entering the realm of ultramar.

Ultramarine records indicates something else stating that they fired in response to the destruction of several of their automated defense forts on the way to Macragge. Later events would lean towards Angron and Logar plotting together to destroy ultramarine Legion. But indications of that would come years later as conflicting engulfed the Eastern fringes.

The only thing that was known and those early days of the conflict was that they were fighting between three space Marine legions in the Eastern fridges and two of them were claiming that the third had gone rebel.

This did not sit well with Horus as he assumed that his two brothers were telling him the truth and immediately ordered our Primarch Tanya Russ to join with Logar and Angron and bring compliance the the realm of ultramar.

Following the orders of her brother she packed up half her legion and sailed through the Stars though she would take her several years to get to the conflict zone due to the distances required and the warp acting abnormally uncommon at that time. When she arrived 10 years of war had passed and the realm of Ultramar had declared official independence from the imperium citing the attack as evidence that Horus had gone mad with power.

But unbeknownst to her things had changed quite differently on the other side of the imperium. Magnus the Red had been exploring too deep into the psychic powers and had believed he'd come across a plot to destroy the imperium, wanting to warn Horus of the coming storm he had attempted to send a message through his psychic powers to Terra this unfortunately triggered a catastrophic failure of a device hidden in the basement of the imperial Palace allowing creatures of Wap to well up and attack the homeworld of the imperium of man.

Not knowing why his brother had unleash the demons upon him, too busy working with his sons the lunar wolves and the custodies dealing with that situation he ordered Mortarion take action against Magnus, to bring him in chains to Terral to fix the situation or at least feel judgment for his attack on Tara.

Mortarionun fortunately had no plans to do that as he saw Magnus is just another psycher, a mad King like his adopted father that needed to be brought down. And so he set about with a plan to lay siege to the world bringing forth and fleet to destroy prospero and kill the one-eyed King.

This did not come to pass as unbeknownst to Mortarionthe space wolves had a contingent of rune priest on prospero teaching them they're safer methods of using the warp in hopes of bringing them into a position where they could join the crusade once again.

As Mortarion's death guard began to fall onto the planet a second fleet arrived in Orbit a smaller fleet but who we're used to punching above their weight class. The siege of prospero was broken within a week as Mortarion's fleet was never able to gain a aerial superiority as the wolves of fenris hunted the sky of prospero.

Magnus who had gone into a depression after his failure to worn Horus about what was coming took stock of the situation and realized that, with his sister Russ's wolf's guard fleet over his world there was no way to protect fenris as long as they were separated there we're at risk of being destroyed in detail as the fleet would have to be called back to fenris if Mortariontried to strike there.

So he broke the treaty of nikea and used his immense pyker abilities to teleport Prospero to the Fenris system. It was not a pretty thing and several of his thousand sons had to die in the effort but Fenris in and Prospero became neighbors for a Time allowing the well trained fleet of the space wolves to protect both without issue and and his thousand sons fleet could work as a support unit until the situation was cleared up.

However all Horus knew of the situation was Magnus had retreated from Mortarion to the Fenris system and Wolves of Fenris's had defied the orders of the emperor, his orders.

Assuming that Tanya had ordered this action he declared her a traitor a fact she would only learn as her troops were deploying to make camp with the army of Logar and Angron. They would find out this information first and waited in until the last moment to reveal it committing the massacre of the Wolf.

The exact events of the massacre of the wolf have been lost to time it is known that of the sixth great companies taken with her 75% were destroyed and a majority of the fleet as well, the remaining 25% were able to escape as well as the Primarch badly injured but alive. Angron is noted as being severely wounded in the conflict as well this caused the world eaters to not give Chase. Logar sent some of his fleets after the wolves but they used trails through the wheel of fire that only veterans of that campaign would know and lost them amongst the Stars.

Word of the massacre of the wolf and the prospero ravaging spread quickly, the Maelstrom alliance which had been more worried about a war with pertrabo allied with him declaring themselves independent of the imperium and unaffiliated with either sides of the conflict.

Mortarion slinked back to Segmentum Tempestus there he began building up a force to try and take Fenris and Prospero for himself, attempting to get corporatetion Coevex in Dorn to Ally with him in the effort.

But before efforts to unite the front could be fully brought about Dorn was called away to Terra to help in the handling of the demon situation. Corex was out of the system tempest at the time on campaign in the segmentum ultramar, he didn't hear about the conflict with Magnus nor was he realy t aware of the ultramarines possible betrayal or the current compliance action going on the first he heard about was when the fleet of the Wolf Primarch Ross stumbled across there expeditionary fleet. The wolves of fenris not having more details than what they was privy to, they informed him about the betrayal of the world eaters and the word bears assuming that this betrayal as they doubted horus would order Tanya murder. shocked by this betrayal and wondering what had happened to Tanya he learned that she was in currently recovering in a medical induced coma as she had been forced to use to untamed warp to try and break a path out for the space wolves to their drop ships and was currently recovering from the damage that had received her body.

Seeing this situation as pretty bad he offered them aid in return to Fenris but they turned him down saying that his place was finding out how deep this betrayal went.

He would agree to this though he wished to ask where they were going he knew that it was best that he didn't, as what he did not know could not harm either one of them.

With this knowledge secured he set sail for his homeworld in the tempest to find out what was wrong with the imperium.






The Siege of the Fenris and falling of Segmentum Obscurus


Whatever damage had been done to the device beneath the imperial Palace was bad but thankfully it was not as bad as if it had been active and on the eldar machine was eventually shut down and the demons prevented from entering anymore the situation was secured with the help of Dorn and Horus could finally take a look at the situation around the Galaxy seeing that the imperium was on the brink of falling apart.

The first thing was first dealing with the rebels closest to Tarra the the space Marine legions of the Wolf and the thousand Suns must be dealt with was this determination he called upon Mortarionand the lion to work together to bring down the fenris system. The lion was a long time rival of the Wolf and was not in favor of the destruction of the legion but saw that they had betrayed the empire and would not let their loyalty be questioned. Their fleet eventually met up with Mortarionand who then made a assault on Fenris however the Fenrisian fleet supported by the Prospering ships were able to expertly defend the sector of space. Using hit and run in gorilla tactics they drained the resources keeping the two fleets from ever accomplishing any major logistical goals that would allow them to maneuver onto Fenris.

The lion reveled in The challenge of it all while Mortarionand saw this as some sick game that needed to be brought to an end. But before the conflict could be decided. Ferrus Manus is declared himself independent of the imperium.

Ferrus Manus reasons for this change in loyalty was simple, his long friendship with Fulgrim showed him that there was a other option than to blindly follow Horus who seem to have lost control of the situation. The being his homeworld was located to the north of Tarra he was not exactly going to be able to join the Maelstrom alliance.

So with the help of Luther of the dark Angels he set up his own alliance declaring both their worlds unaligned the conflict. This resulted in some unpleasantness spreading up between the Primarch of the dark Angels and those who guard his home world. The lion withdrew from the siege of Fenris sector and made all haste home where information becomes spotty as to what exactly happened.

It is claimed by the iron hands that Ferris Manus tried to negotiate the conflict attempting to prevent it to go any further. The lion was so infuriated and enraged though that he drew his sword on Ferris Manus. The dark Angels claim that Luther ordered his orbital defenses to fire on their fleet while during the negotiations it is possible that both happened as neither side came out of this conflict telling a coherent story.

All that is known was the dark Angels were were forced to withdraw from their homeworld Ferris Manus was forced withdrawal from the system as well and the planets of caliban terribly bombarded but stood at the end of the conflict under Luther's rule.

By this point it was clear then that the imperium of man was no longer a solid front each Primarch had carved out their own empire or alliances each seeking their own goal. The most peaceful being the malstrom alliance in the center of the Galaxy with every other corner being in some conflict or another the ultramarines fought the word bears and the world eaters in the Eastern fringes. The space wolves and the thousand Suns fought the death guard on their front step the dark Angels fought Northern alliance of the iron hands caliban home guard.

Mars was as loyal as ever to horus who had issue direct orders to not supply Primarchs that were an open rebellion meaning only the world bears the world eaters the dark Angels the lunar wolves, the Imperial Fist, The Raven guard and the death guard blood angels we're still getting supplied officially with a new equipment of imperial make.

The space wolves had long since built a redundancy system into their sector getting minor forge worlds built that that value their alliance with the space wolves more than their loyalty to the empire so they continue to produce equipment for the space wolves and now the thousand Suns.

The iron hands were well and truly Smith's of their own so they built equipment for themselves becoming independent of all supply lines over the coming decades.

Maelstrom alliance deepin their connections to the squats creating a independent system for military equipment structure fully free of Martian influence.

And the ultramarines built their own resource system being that they had a large empire to call upon for this task.

The only faction that did not have a fully independent system that was declaring itself to be an empire within the empire was the night Lords and the night nigh hawnter. they had stayed out of the conflict for the majority of the years it had rained seeming to care not about wars instead more focused on building up there own empire with planets looking for safety in the coming conflict. That changed when Tanya reappeared in in the night lord domain.

She had been missing for a decade almost since the massacre perpetrated by the word bears and the world eater. And those in the know we're wondering if perhaps she had not made it to safety and her ship had been struck by warpstorms.

But her reaprances came with an official change in stance of the night lords as they declared official alliance with the wolves of fenris. And declared on the word bears and world eaters, this had a massive effect on the strategic situation of both conflects currently raging. The night Lord's empire created a secure point for a transfer from fenris of resources to the edges of the empire and ultramar as long as of course the angel of ball stayed out of the conflict as he had done so far.

This start a massive move as the night Lords split his army in three one portion would stay in his empire to maintain control so that it could not be toppled by internal conflicts another portion smaller though it may be was sent to fenris bolster the defense is there against the death guard in their constant assaults. The final and largest portion went with the night Lord himself and wolf king of fenris to the aid of the ultramarines.

As the end of the 31m 100s came it was clear that the imperium was a dead dream replaced by assorted empires claiming kinship with each other and descended from the imperium but independent and moving on their own. Goals and dreams of what the empire should be though dreams were aligned others were to be not. The dawning of the 31m 200s it was quite apparent that not all of these empires would survive and that it was by simple luck and miracles that no one had managed to kill a Primarch yet things were going to change though things were going to change rapidly as being 31m 200s came forward and the war for the Eastern fringes lit up in ways that had not been seen since old night.

Becouseds the war of theprimarks would rage for 100 years as each side negotiated their own problems in the conflict. Dorn and covid, would withdrawal from much of the imperium in that time and Horace would cut ties with the word bears the world eaters and the death guard seeking to build a solid core in the area of Segmentum Solar. Sanguineous would still attempt to negotiate some sort of piece between the siblings while alpha and Omega wood withdrawal into solitude disappearing from history though rumors abound about them having influences on certain events that came to pass.

Everything the emperor builds up over 300 years to make the imperium of man fell apart into its component kingdoms within 100. And the conflicts that were to come would see those 18 Kings become fewer and fewer as war engulfed the Galaxy…




For Mackenzie Buckle


Writing prompt

"the idea is a non-canon Omake for, The Saga of the Runt

called, Beginning of the Legionary wars

in a lecture series format like The secret history of the Mandalorians (Rwby/Mando)

after something happens to the Emperor, the Imperium goes into a Diadochi warlike period where the 18 Primarchs/legions divide up the imperium."









Writers notes

AU AU AU this AU just want to make that clear folks, as for the sturcker of the AU, everything is the same except the things around Tanya I changed already… that is basically it. Had some fun creating a possible future, if changes take full effect, but also didn't other than that… no idea have fun trying to make sense of this : P
 
The sheer amount of soelling errors here and hastily spell checked words makes rhis extremely hard to read. I have no idea what just happened as a result. You talked about covid in there at least once and I'm pretty sure that is not a thing in 40k.
 
Hard to read? Yes
Impossible to read? Nope

A nice Omake/AU of Chaos running wild, I blame Being X for Emperornaping dead old dad.
 
Chapter 21, A Trip to Terra
Chapter 21, A Trip to Terra
835.M30






Earth
Tanya Russ


Looking at the window… though for all I knew, it was a cleverly hidden screen? It would make more sense. Anyway I looked down on, well, Earth. My first homeworld I guess, though this was the Earth of my second life. The planet was in a sorry state. Brown lands covered most of what had once been green and blue as the ocean had been long since dried out or converted for industrial use. And well, the plant life didn't seem to be doing much better. I wondered how anything could survive down there in that condition, but hydroponics were a thing. And they'd had 28,000 years of research into hydroponics, so perhaps they were more productive in food creation than it would have been with free-flowing water. Still, to see a planet that had been beautiful, reduced to such a state was… unsettling.

Though my coming to Earth, or Terra now, was not part of some sort of trip down memory lane. Oh, I did somewhat hope that some of my memories might trigger from my time on this world that had yet to happen but looking at the state of the planet, I doubted anything down there would even look familiar.

No, I'd come to this planet on business. Three points of business in fact. One, the quickest way from Fenris to the sub-sector Wheel of Fire was to go through the center of the imperium. I could avoid Earth if I wanted to but it would actually be slower than going to Terra. Considering I had other things here I need to do, it made only sense. Two, my armor was here. The data had been sent ahead of us to the Smiths on Mars who had been creating some sort of power armor for me, I guess. I was unfamiliar with all this techno-babble but I wasn't going to turn down a good suit of armor, not to mention my request for a bolter that I could use as a hand weapon had apparently intrigued one of their gunsmiths enough to inspire him to create a Primarch-sized version of the weapon. It would be delivered later today and would use the same ammunition, it just would be comfortable to use for a Primarch. Which was good. As much as I was somewhat competent in a sword fight nowadays, thanks to years of fighting monsters in the wilderness, I preferred to hit the target at range before engaging.

Third, I had to pick up elements of the Imperial Army that would be joining us on this campaign. I had yet to meet their commanding officers as I was waiting for the armor to arrive, considering that a good set of armor can set a good precedent and focus the mind of people on what to expect. When all that was completed we would be on our way into the Ultima Segmentum, following a trade route that winded through the galaxy to the area known as the Wheel of Fire. from what I understood the Ork kingdom's very presence made it harder just threading the trade routes running between the Imperium and the recently discovered Coreward Leagues. I wasn't aware of much of these Core leagues other than a description of them being humans of shorter stature and very tech literate, which was enough to make me see why we would want connections with them.

Humanity for the most part had been reduced from a technologically advanced federation across the galaxy to a majority of primitive civilizations with a few lights here or there keeping progress going. Earth was just barely set above that and the Mechanicus and its empire of forge worlds put in the majority of the work on that. I'm sure in time this would be righted, but that time would be decreased by bringing in these short humans as they were already quite advanced.

From the map I had seen when talking to the naval captains of the Gloriana battleship, this Coreward Leagues was almost half the size of the central segmentum. Being that most of their worlds were as advanced as Mars, if not more so, that meant they could be a potential threat or the greatest ally the Imperium ever had. So far, from what I could understand, dad was working on trying to make them allies which was why the Wheel of Fire needed to be dealt with.

But not only that. Bringing them into the alliance by dealing with that Ork empire would open roads further on to the other side of the Galaxy. Which, by increasing the range of trade and the reach of the Imperium, would do wonders for humanity as far as I was concerned. Though I do wonder if he was overstretching a bit. Pushing this hard this fast was bound to result in issues down the line. Hell, he was basically letting in these Coreward leagues without conditions, and the cult-like way the red-robed cyborgs talked about him and technology was concerning.

I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that grouping people together into one empire without taking into consideration how those people might interact with each other could and would end badly. Perhaps the next time I saw dear old dad I would ask him if he was thinking this through as thoroughly as he should, or if he was rushing a bit too much.

Then again he was looking for his missing sons. If you were to look at some of the more recent discoveries of civilizations that had been wiped out just within the last 30 years in the Western segments… Perhaps he was just feeling under the weight of the clock to try and get as much of humanity together as fast as possible, before whatever specialty tech they had was lost to time itself.

My thoughts were interrupted as the door to my room simply opened which caused me to sit up in surprise as I swore that I had locked that door, and, as far as I was aware, I was the only one with permission to open it. Even my shield maidens I brought along were not given that access.

Then, seemingly without a care in the world, an old man walked in. He was wearing a brown robe over his clothing, his face somewhat obscured by a hood. In his hands he carried a staff with a golden eagle at the top of it. He looked around my room with the most appraising and jaded eyes I'd ever seen.

Taking note of the way he looked at the many furs I brought along, as well as a few other trinkets from my time on Fenris, I interjected "I usually don't go for decorating but, well, the room that I've been given was quite bare. Considering this would be one of my main places to stay between campaigns and other engagements, I figured I might as well make it somewhat homie."

The man who had apparently decided they could just invade anyone's personal property finally looked at me and said. "You know, I told the Emperor that he should have had all daughters. That there would be fewer rivalries than what would come from brotherly squabbles. When I heard that one of his sons had come out a daughter, I had a good chuckle."

He walked further into the room. "Of course when I found out that said daughter was also a barbarian king, that she had managed to conquer a planet all by herself… well, I threw out the notion that you wouldn't cause some sort of rivalries. Time will tell though if this is for the better or for the worst. Well, I'm personally hoping more of his sons turn out to be daughters, just to put the test to my theory on the possible nest of rivalries that will spring forth."

I looked over at the elderly gentleman and thought about what was in front of me for a moment. Of course, I had no idea who this was, but the implication was that they spoke to the Emperor about my creation and were high up in the chain of command. Someone who the Emperor probably trusted. Getting in good with them could be good for my prospects. Sure I was the daughter of the Emperor and probably had access to more resources than most people realized, but it wouldn't mean much if you didn't have people who like you along the command chain to move those resources.


Finally, I said, "I don't believe gender would really impact rivalries. Humanity has a quite good record of building them no matter the situation, and it's not like sisters do not have things to be rivals on: the boys they like, the hairstyle they choose, the clothing they wear… they're different rivalries, but can be just as grating or more from what I've seen on television."

The elderly man nodded before saying "True, true. Now I do wonder what the universe would be like if he had gone with my suggestion, considering you managed to conquer the world of Fenris through the implications of trade. I do wonder if that would have set the standard for the rivals. Trade being the cornerstone of bringing the empire together instead of, well, conquest to prevent the continued death of civilization that was the Long Night."

Shaking his head he seemed to think about something before saying, "Well, anyway. I am Malcador the Sigillite, Imperial Regent of Terra and you are Tanya Russ, second found of the Emperor and wolf king of Fenris."

"The Emperor has told me some interesting tales, that you were raised by wolves and conquered the planet through trade and guile. Quite splendid indeed. He's also told me that due to your primitive upbringing you may need a refresher course on how the galaxy works, how to deal with the Imperial Army, the Mechanicus, and other legions."

"Of course," He continued, "Being the Emperor, he left out… details, things that we will need to work on."

"Such as?" I asked, tilting my head. My wolves, having finally realized that someone had entered the premises, came out of the closet I designated as their wolf house. Freki and Geri bared their fangs at Malcador when they saw him, then he smiled in their direction and they simply stopped, looking confused and befuddled.

"Well the psychic nature of your abilities, for one. I could sense the moment I stepped onto the ship that you were not Horus, whose psychic abilities are… well, not much more above an average human. If I had to guess from what I've seen so far you're mediocre when it comes to your powers."

"And he left out the bit about the time-traveling soul, no one calls the communication equipment of this age televisions anymore. If I had to guess no one's used that term since before the fall of the human federation. The Mechanicus way of talking about tech has spread much too far for that to have survived. Well, maybe the Squats still use that term? I haven't visited their homeworld yet."

I was going to ask another question but he continued. "So then Tanya Russ, king of wolves, tell me: what is your name?"

"Tanya von Degurechaf" came to my lips unbidden, leaving me stunned for a moment. That was very similar to my current name and that was nowhere similar to my old name so where did that come from.

The old man nodded with a chuckle, "A German name, what year were you born?"

I attempted to resist for a moment but I finally said, "Unified year 1914." I was holding my hand to my head at this point, the headache was coming on bad as I guess Malcador was digging into the middle life. The one I didn't remember very well.

"That is a long time ago and I imagine your perspective of how humanity should be is very out of date," Malcador said, rubbing his chin. "Well the first thing we're going to have to do is strengthen your mental defenses so no one can pull the same trick I just did on you ever again but I doubt many could. Yo put up a good defense on the second one. I'd almost say you'd run into some sort of psychically active being before."

Rubbing my head I took my hand off to grab my BlackManned fur cape, saying, "There was a Thunder Wolf with strange abilities." My voice was a bit pained from the headache but I was able to get it out. I could have mentioned Being X but I had been told to keep quiet about those sorts of things unless the Emperor told me it was okay and I was willing to keep that to myself for now. It was a very confusing situation to begin with.

"Good, then we aren't building off a plateau of sand as you've been tempered at least once. Not going to work then." Walking over to a table he took a seat in one of the chairs that were more human-sized. Most of the room had been designed for someone of, well, my brother's size, giving me a good guess on what was expected when this ship had been constructed.

Hoping the headache would go away I took the seat across from him, sitting down heavily. "So, what brings the Imperial Regent to my quarters this day unannounced?"

"Many things. I was never given a chance to talk with Horus much, the Emperor wanted to get out on the field and start finding his sons as quickly as possible then reunite humanity. Getting the chance to speak to one of his children without him there is intriguing. I'd really like to find out what your're like when your old dad isn't looking over you."

"The other is, being that you are psychically inclined, I could detect your presence a bit when you entered the system. It would be better to get you trained up on how to defend yourself against the psychic creatures out here in the galaxy and I am considered perhaps the second greatest psyker in the entire galaxy. After the Emperor of course." He asserted, rather sure of himself.

"And, seeing that I am the first Lord of Terra, I'm needed to attend one of the rounds of negotiations with the squat leagues which happen to be along the trail you must follow to go to your new battlefront. So I thought I would commandeer your vessel to take me."

I nodded my head, understanding this Malcador was not offering me the chance to study under him. He was informing me that I was going to study under him, to make sure that my psychic powers were under control. Understandable, considering what I'd heard of the Old Night. That and he also needed the ride. So there was no way he was not going to be onboard the ship, he had all the authority in the galaxy.

Well, he might actually have all the authority in the galaxy. He was the second most powerful man in the Imperium if I were to take the implications of his titles at face value. And I would guess he was the most trusted ally of the Emperor if he had been involved in conversations on what gender his children should be.

In other words, to put it in a corporate sense, I was speaking to the CEO's Chief secretary. This was the man who kept the operation running at all times, even when the CEO was off doing generally frivolous things. Which meant I really had only one option: agree.

Nodding my head, I said "Fine, fine. It would be an honor to learn from you and to take someone of such a high standing to this league of squats. Oh, I thought they were called The Coreward Leagues."

The old man chuckled and nodded. "I see someone has been reading the maps I've been putting out for details. You would not believe how many military commanders just stumble into our own allies and almost start a war, it's rather ridiculous really. Anyways the Coreward Leagues is the name I've proposed for their official designation. Currently the actual name of the squats is hard to pronounce in high Gothic, and well low Gothic would see them settled with a name based off their genetic adaptation to the stronger gravity in the region short and squat of course. To be expected from a people who live underground mining resources in the heaviest gravities in the galaxy.

I blinked several times then finally said "So there are space dwarves."

Malcador chuckled and nodded his head, "Oh, yes. That's actually one of the other names I proposed, though that had been shut down quickly by the commander who first encountered them. Apparently he called them space dwarves and they kicked him in the shins until his shins broke off. That's seemingly a great insult to their people while squats is by all accounts not, which I find humorous in a way. But I'm not going to hold them to our standards on such a small issue."

"That makes sense," I said, before asking, "So what kind of trade deals are you working on with this Squat Leagues? I may not be very familiar with the current economic systems of the galaxy but I can understand that there must be some sort of resources that would make an alliance with them extremely useful."

"Someone who actually cares about the economic situation after the conquest? We're going to get along," He answered matter of factly, before continuing. "The Squats have access to texts that have been lost to the majority of the galaxy. They have given us some in free trade and we have given some others back. This alone is a reason we want to have connections with them but there's another reason: those regions of stars where the Squat planets are settled are loaded with mineral wealth unlike anything found anywhere else in the galaxy. During the Human Federation's height whole agri-worlds were set up to ship food to those worlds so they could ship alloys and various metals out for use by the rest of the Galaxy. No doubt we will have to settle many new agri-worlds, just due to how many worlds have degenerated into primitive worlds thanks to the Old Night. If the Leagues are still as profitable as they were before the Old Night… Even if we direct half our food production to them there will still be plenty for the Mechanicus and other Hive worlds and we'll have plenty of not only finished products but materials that can be used for other products throughout the Galaxy."

"Yeah I could see the economic boom that would bring to a lot of places, just based on my understanding of history. Though won't that increase piracy quite a bit?"

"Very likely could but, well, we're already going to be dealing with pirates. Both the Eldar and the Orks enjoy that as a pastime when they can't go on their own straight-up conquest of planets."

"Sounds like we have a lot of bad neighbors." I mused, getting another chuckle from the elder statesman.

"More than you realize, young Russ. More than you realize. Now you got your mind together enough to start a few more lessons on controlling your powers?"

"Yes, sir Malcador."

"Then, let us begin."







Kori Bretakollrsson

There were a lot of mistakes in my life, a lot of things that had screwed me up so far. Risking everything on the chance to get my leg back was something I did not regret.

When the Allfather descended from on high to bring his child Tanya back into the fold I had been across the continent, ruling in her name after she saved my kingdom. Oh sure, sure, she hadn't directly taken control of the kingdom but she had recommended several institutions and government styles that had slowly taken away the power of the king. Rendering me a figurehead, and with my crippled leg I was not a very good one. I couldn't even go out and conquer in the name of my kingdom or some other adventure. Before Tanya came the world had been very big I've been told. Well after her conquest of the planet everything was quite small and adventure was hard to come by, ways to regain one's honor even more so. Especially for one with a bum leg.

But I'd soldiered on. I had gotten myself married, had a couple kids, and simply tried to plan for some sort of future where maybe they would have a better chance at glory than I did.

But then the Allfather came. With the Allfather came the possibility of a new chance at glory and redeeming the family name.

I admit the basic requirements that Tanya had put down for the adult section of recruitment helped. I wasn't even that old compared to some of the people who had volunteered, most warriors being in their 40s or 50s and a smaller section being in our mid-20s. So our chances of survival were supposedly better than the 30% the older had.

I wasn't amongst the first batch to go through it either, but there had still been a 50% chance of my death when I'd signed up. A chance I was willing to take for the ability to regain the honor of my family, and to end my status as a figurehead.

What followed was a year of pain, suffering, and being dumped in the middle of the wilderness to survive for three months. Thankfully that three months was after they fixed my leg through their gene magic. Otherwise I'm pretty sure I would have died, there were plenty of wolves out there that were not friends of the wolf king and would just look at my enlarged figure as extra meat on the menu.

But either way I managed to survive the trials and tribulations and now stood amongst the other generations who had taken the gray armor representing the standard uniform of a legionary So far the legion was broken up into two colors when it came to command staff and the new version of royal guard Tanya had created they tended to wear the light blues of the Russ. For the majority of us who were new to the war we wore the grays, the unpainted color that the armor came in, only adding remnants of Fenris in the form of a few wolf furs and markings here and there.

I imagined that all the armors would become more adorned with items either of our nature or token of conquest taken, as was a natural and right with our people.

The majority of the legion at this point was from Fenris. There were still around 6 to 7,000 Space Marines from the world of Terra, most of them made up parts of the command staff now but a few of them were still part of the regular soldiery. Apparently, Tanya had attempted to spread them out a bit so that they could share the skills they had acquired in conflict with the newer Space Marines. Made sense, though by some quirk of numbers our squad had none of them. It was all Fenrisians from across the planet. The majority of which were from the main continent though four of them were from the Sea Folk. Our 20-man squad was led by Bjorn of Tra. He was one of the few sergeants to get ranked as soon as he joined the legion, apparently he had shown talent at commanding troops during training. Part of me wanted to be jealous of such a young man reaching such a rank while here I was in my thirties and a simple grunt but the other part of me was okay with it. All I ever wanted was to get a chance to prove myself. I had it and would get more opportunities soon enough so there was no reason for hard feelings about a lower rank. After all, a former king was no better than an average peasant in combat when all things were made equal, perhaps he was a better commander than me.


Anyways I was in the main area of the Ulv Hjem, the name that people had started calling the Gloriana battleship since an official name had never been given. I think it meant something along the lines of 'home of the wolves' so it made sense and would probably work out. From legends I knew that the Wolf King had chosen the name of her siblings based on their admirable traits and when she had explained that to her fenrisian father he had given her the idea of using the Fenris version of those words for their names, so no doubt she would quickly adopt the name for this ship when she heard it.

Today was like any other day on the ship. I was cleaning my armor, making sure it functioned properly as well as preparing for a contest of strength in one of the arenas. One of the newer recruits was claiming they were the strongest Wolf of Fenris alive and had gone six and oh in arm wrestling contests so far. I kind of wanted to put the man in his place so I had volunteered, I and about a dozen others.

If I won it would be neat, if I lost… well I'm sure someone would beat him but if by some miracle that man managed to win every arm wrestling contest he deserved all the accolades he got from it and to go around claiming he was the strongest all he wanted.

But that was later today. Right now I was simply waiting for one of the many shield maidens who found their way aboard the ship and were helping as the staff.

Not all of them were Tanya's personal harem, as rumors called them. Many were just simply sisters and wives of those who'd survived the process of becoming Space Marines and there were a few who had come along on this trip wishing only to be of service in some way or another.

Being so far down the food chain I didn't know the exact thought processes of the Wolf King but this was almost a standard practice on some of the shorter campaigns within the borders of a continental coast. Camp followers were a thing and bringing one's shield maidens was natural, it made the parties more fun after a conquest or victory.

Had the wolf King brought them along in accordance with those ancient traditions? I didn't know but they were here. I was not going to avoid their services and so I had asked for food and drink to be brought up to the training area.

As I sat there, waiting, I felt the bench next to me groan and someone as heavy as myself sat down next to me. Looking over I saw my sergeant and smiled, giving a nod. "Morning, Bjorn ."

"Morning, Kori," He greeted matter of factly, rubbing his chin and the short beard on his face. "How's the day treating you?"

"Been treating me alright," I answered, rubbing my own beard as I leaned back. "How's the sergeant life treating you?"

"Terribly," he mused with a shake of his head. "Paperwork is terrible and making sure that we got everything in order is a pain in my ass. Kind of wish we'd got one of the Tanyas in our squad."

I chuckled at that. "If we'd gotten one of the Tanyas in our squad, you wouldn't be sergeant."

"Good," he said with a laugh before continuing, "then I could focus on gaining some glory for myself."

I shook my head and chuckled. The Tanyas we were referring to were Space Marines who got a little bit too much of Tanya's magic genes. They often ended up with a face exactly like Tanya's and could pass for her at a distance, which was why most of them grew out their beards to try and obscure that feature. It helped a bit, though at close distance you could tell that the face was a little bit too Tanya-like. No one razzled them too badly over it since they seemed to inherit a gift for paperwork that put every other Wolf of Fenris to shame. And that was saying something considering, despite how many of us disliked it, we were pretty good at it.

The Tanyas were one of the genetic oddities that the legion had produced. Though they were the most benign and least problematic of the genetic issues so they were the most common and everyone knew about them.

There were others, supposedly. I hadn't seen them yet, most of them were being kept on Fenris within the training course till their abnormalities were judged not an issue anymore. Or not. In any case it was such a rarity for one of those things to happen that I hadn't seen any of them so I didn't know what they were, just the rumors that there were more than the frankly innocuous Tanyas.

Letting out a deep sigh, I asked, "So you're positioned up higher the ranks than me. Hear anything about this 'wheel of fire' we're going to go into?"

Bjorn shook his head before saying, "Most I've heard is we'll be fighting massive creatures that enjoy close combats so this will be the most fun we'll ever have if I had to make a guess. Besides that, we'll have an element of the Imperial Army to back us up and a few other legions supporting us."

"Other legions? I wonder what they're like." I asked the universe at large.

Bjorn shrugged "Glad to get reinforcements? If they're anything like ours they'll be interesting and enjoy a good fight, beyond that I don't know. Did talk to one of the old-timers and he said that one of the legions was pretty good with siege warfare so that's a thing. Oh yeah, the others are apparently good with long-distance travel, so that's another thing. I get the feeling though that we will be doing the majority of the fighting and they'll just be there to support us, maybe teach us a few tricks about fighting orks."

I nodded my head in agreement, "It makes sense. Sounds like we'll have a fun time of it at least and who knows? Maybe we'll make some friends in these other legions that will come in handy in the future. As someone who had to call upon Tanya in time of war for aid, let me tell you that having trustworthy allies at your back is worth its weight in gold.

Bjorn nodded his head, agreeing with that statement.

As we sat there one of the shield maidens approached, carrying a tray of drinks. "My lords," she said with a bow, offering us two cups.

"Thank you," I answered, taking it. I'd never seen the drink but it was, oddly, warm. Taking a sip I could not tell what this brew was but it was oddly satisfying and made me feel more awake.

Bjorn drank down his cup pretty quickly, before saying, "Yeah, this is not alcohol…" Before continuing, "How? This is not alcohol but I quite enjoy this. What is it?" He asked the Shield Maiden, flashing a smile.

She smiled back before saying, "Something called Recaff. King Russ apparently recently tried it and quite enjoyed it. She has ordered a full storage facility of it."

"A full storage facility?" I said in shock? "Isn't that like enough for a person to drink for 200 years?"

The woman shook her head, "This concoction is not stored in a liquid state. So, technically, it's quite a bit more than 200 years worth of stockpile. Soon as it arrived on board she said that the crew and her Wolves were welcome to have as much as they wanted."

I nodded. It sounded like something she would do, show us the benefits of working with the Imperium so we would fight harder for it.

"Well then," Bjorn said, "To the Primarch and her wisdom of getting us good drinks, to show us what we're fighting for." Then he downed the rest of his glass.

"She's always thinking ahead," I said matter of factly, sipping mine before I looked over at the Shield Maiden. "Actually that draws an interesting thought. The legionaries are expected to be the ones in the fighting, right? How has she been thinking ahead for the Shield Maidens? I haven't been down to your side of the ship so I don't really understand how she expects to use you, considering… well, our improved combat physique."

The girl chuckled and said "I think we're postal service auxiliary forces, garden supply lines, and that sort of thing. The armor I was given when we arrived is, well, armor and it can take a hit from a sword or arrow but from a bolter? I don't think it would hold very well. Some of the older girls have been asking for some sort of armor improvement to be done for us but the King of Russ has made no moves on that. As for weapons we've been given a bunch of energy weapons, still trying to wrap my head around how they work. From what I understand the weapons can basically be charged by leaving them out in the sun or near a fire, so our forces don't require much in the way of logistics."

"Backline support? Lots of Shield Maidens aren't going to like that position." I reflected, noting that they had often served in the front line. In most major conflicts on Fenris… well our planet was a place where everyone fought and no one quit, leaving any resources on the table that could be used was a mistake in most cases.

The girl nodded her head before saying, "I heard an interesting rumor, if you'd like to hear?"

"Rumors are always fun," I smiled, leaning forward.

"Rumors are usually bunk but I'm willing to hear," Bjorn said.

Leaning towards us a bit conspiratory, the girl said, "My aunt works with the medical staff in the gene bay. King Russ has laid down The Rules quite simply: they are not to make any female Space Marines, as that is what the Allfather wants. However she went out of the way to specify that a Space Marine is someone who is meant to become part of the sixth legion, and has told the geniuses in the Gene Bay that they can experiment a bit with her DNA. Something about finding cures for cancer and things like that being the main drive of those experiments… but she left no major restrictions on them.

I started to laugh as I saw what was being implied, Bjorn soon joining me.

"So Allfather has denied female Space Marines but Lord Russ, being a good daughter of Fenris, sees the shame in denying her sisters the chance to fight like we are and is trying to find a side path? That sounds like the King of the Wolves alright. Never leave opportunities unexplored." I mused as I sat back in my chair.

Bjorn sat back and thought before querying "You think it'll be successful?

"I sure have no idea other than that she will try. From what I've been able to understand… these computers and the information they provided? Humanity is known for quite a bit of genetic diversity. Creating another subcategory of humans isn't exactly going to annoy the Allfather I would guess."

Bjorn nodded his head "Then let us hope that the gene boys can figure out how to make non-Space Marine females. Perhaps they'll be called the Valkyries or something. Would be entertaining. And that would be more fair for the people of Fenris. I know when my little sister, Yrsa, comes of age, I would love to have her by my side fighting for the Wolf King. Would be nice making it a family affair, as it were."

"That does sound nice," I said in agreement, before raising my cup to toast the hopes of that coming to pass.







Tanya Russ

Looking at the armor in front of me I could do nothing but shake my head. A few hours ago members of the Mars Mechanicus had arrived aboard my ship, bringing with them the new equipment. With it we would finally be able to begin our journey to the Wheel of Fire subsector and whatever may lay there for us.

I don't know what I had been expecting from this armor but what I got had seriously thrown me for a loop. The armor was, well, power armor. No I didn't understand most of how it worked but I could understand what I was seeing to a point. The legs were plate armor with a bit of freedom around the knees, more plates were around the hips as protection against side shots while large shoulder pads and more plates ran up the arms. Everything made sense. Then we got to the central body, which didn't make as much sense. Boob armor. I had the distinct feeling someone had seen my Shield Maidens back at Fenris and passed along that I liked my armor to be formfitting in such a way, as instead of a single solid plate somewhat rounded as was the standard with the other Astartes… it was a single solid plate with two conspicuous orbs.

The only saving grace came from the fact that there was no easy place for a weapon to be caught in between the chest region. A white metals wolf skull was positioned there, honestly meant to deflect any rounds that hit that region. Besides that the armor plating around the guts seemed a bit light. People would be able to see my figure, that's for sure. Granted there was so much armor plating on my arms and shoulders that, as long as I didn't expose my front too much, I should be fine. And, to be fair, most of the plating would only be necessary if I closed range and was fighting in melee, something I would prefer not to be in. Besides those, strange as I said choices, there were the other choices: parts of the armor has been made from a metal that looked rather like gold, possibly an implication of being related to the emperor considering how much gold he wore. And it appeared they had requisitioned wolf fur for areas in between the plate for warmth. Where they got that I'm not sure, it didn't appear to be from Fenrisian wolves but I could be wrong. After all they had a few years to gather up all the materials for this armor and my Wolves of Fenris had most likely hunted a few beasts in that time so it was not impossible that they used some sort of shipping method to get some sent from Fenris or brought along and then added it to the armor just before showing it to me.

Besides that there was the backpack, or powerpack, and at least it looked mostly standard and would provide plenty of back armor. Though the two giant snarling wolf heads made of gold were a bit gaudy, poking out behind the shoulders of the armor. On one hand this made me a giant target, on the other… well, at least my Space Marines would be able to tell my position on the battlefield easily and quickly come talk to me. Having the ability to quickly spot your commander in a chaotic situation was always useful.

Shaking my head I was just glad that my old black cloak would at least fit in with this set of armor. Sure it would no longer be fully covering like it had been before my recent growth spurts but a stiff cape to catch a blade was always useful in combat.

Besides those issues, everything looked fine… as long as the armor stayed on. The black skintight muscle suit that would make Samus blush was a bit concerning but then again it apparently allowed for the transfer of powers so walking around in a bundle of wires was just something I would have to get used to.

Shaking my head I had to admit it. I didn't think about this very often but I was probably going to become some sort of fetish idol, especially if anyone ever saw the undersuit without the armor.

I was going to go through my shield maidens to find a group that were loyal enough not to talk about what happened during the armoring. I mean, for Fenris' sake, the instructions that came along with the darn armor included oiling up before even getting in the darn suit, as a step one! Every other step after that included the number of servitors, whatever that meant, that were required to lift and fit the pieces of the armor in place.

Shaking my head I wondered if I was making the right choice by signing up for the Imperium all of a sudden. Fighting wars to secure resources for Fenris had made some sense. Trying to improve trade? That was perfectly fine. Wearing armor that would probably make me a propaganda darling? That was giving me a goddamn headache. And not just the 'oh your memories are locked behind a graded wall' headache as that was there as well.

Fine. I stepped away from the armor rack and walked over towards the guns. As I had hoped it was a Primarch-sized bolt rifle, full auto, with plenty of ammunition storage too. Whoever designed it was at least good with sights, they even put a bayonet lug on the end of it that allowed me to attach any one of the blades they'd sent up. And they'd send up quite a collection.

Something called a chainsword, another thing called a power sword, and a few other strange devices that could be attached to the end of it. One of them possibly being a grenade launcher.

Frankly I was not wanting for gear options, they had even sent a bolt pistol. There was also apparently a massive sword that could be wielded, though how I was going to wield such a thing with chain sw teath or ig uess a chain sword. Aka someone was crazy enough to put a chainsaw on the end of a sword. How that was meant to work without the damn things running out of your hand and shooting across the battlefield as uncontrolled missiles, chopping up anything that happened in its way, I didn't know. I guess I would have to learn but, being large enough to probably cut a Space Marine in half height-wise, it was a dangerous weapon to wield.

Shaking my head there was just one thing missing and that was the fact that amongst all the equipment that had been delivered to my room there was no helmet for the set of armor. Why that was I wasn't sure but it was annoying. Walking out into combat without a helmet was just asking for a lucky bolt to blow your brains out. I was going to have to ask what was going on when I got the chance. I'm sure Martians could build a helmet, for goodness' sakes they've done it for every other Space Marine.

My thoughts were interrupted as there was a very solid knock from my door, which was a good sign. It meant it wasn't Malcador, who treated doors as, well, his door to do with as he pleased. As much as I enjoyed our conversations and the teaching he was giving me I did find it a bit annoying that he had such a high opinion of himself that he didn't care for other people's privacy. Then again when you could literally just hear people's thoughts… perhaps you just didn't give a damn anymore?

A good reason not to get too invested in psychic powers then, as I was of the opinion people deserved their privacy. Combat applications were perfectly feasible though.

Looking toward the door, I said, "Come in," Before taking a seat at one of the chairs that looked across the room. As I sat there the door opened and a creature walked in.

No, that wasn't fair. I admit that. But when you have more limbs than a human you are going to draw attention, even if those legs are made of metal. The cyborg in a red robe with as many limbs as Dr Octopus stepped into the room, one fleshy human hand on a staff while four mechanical ones held data sheets up to the person's face which was obscured by the shadows and mechanical equipment.

"Good evening, Primarch Russ," The mechanical voice came as the red-robbed cyborg bowed, appearing a bit top-heavy with the weights that it must have been putting on its legs for that. It quickly assumed a standing position again and said, "you may call me Adelheid, I am of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and I've been assigned by the Lord of Mars to be your personal representative to the Mechanicus, as well as your personal Armorsmith until one of your Astartes can be trained up to care for it themselves."

I nodded it at that before saying, "Well thank you for introducing yourself. I actually have a few questions about the design choices of this wonderful armor." I added, trying to be tactful.

There were several beeps and dial-up tones' 01100001 01110010 01100001 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100001" before the mechanical voice returned. "I'm sorry! I'm just so pleased that you like the craftsmanship. To have a piece of something you've worked on receive praise from the Omnissiah's child is a great honor."

"Wait. You put this together?" I asked, trying to clarify the situation.

"Of course. Though many of the other Martians armorsmiths wanted to do this job it was decided that, since I have a preference for the creation of female armors, that I should do it. Not to mention being one of the few females to take up the armor craft, I know what is required in a proper set of armor for a woman."

I nodded my head in understanding, though frankly I couldn't tell Miss Dr Octopus here from regular Doctor Octopus in one of those red robes. So for all I knew this was just some guy lying to me but… For now I would take them at their word. "Well, thank you Miss Adelheid," I said. "The armor is very well crafted and I'm sure it will work well on the battlefield though…" What I wanted to bring up was the boob plate but, considering that they seemed to have taken quite an enjoyment in me saying good things about their armor and their preference for the creation of the armor style, I decided to sidestep that and ask about the second issue.
"Where's the helmet?"

The red-robed woman bowed her head in understanding before saying, "Due to the statistical data provided by the Emperor about your biology and information provided by members of our order within the legions we know that space Marines of your bloodline will have a greater olfactory capacity than many of their others. In this case a helmet, for most of those of your bloodline, is actually detrimental. So I had to put the helmet on the back burner as I worked on the craftsmanship for the armor itself. That being said, I do have a design for it, what I've been calling the Wolf's Howl, that could be put in production as a one-off run if you are interested." As she spoke one of her tendrils reached into her robes and grabbed some sort of datapad before bringing it up so I could take it. Carefully I took it and turned it on seeing what she was referring to and having a chuckle. The wolf helm was exactly as she had described it, a helmet that looked like a wolf's head with a growling snout similar to the ones on the shoulders of the power unit. Putting that on would make me look like some sort of Cerberus which could be terrifying in the right conditions and useful when in combat, though going by where the eye holes were it would restrict my vision quite a bit.

As I looked over the schematics the red-robed woman continued "This will have a function that will allow you to open up the nostrils in order to make use of your olfactory senses again in an emergency, or for hunting. When this is not in use it is a perfectly space sealed and worthy helmet for your armor."

"Well I don't mind too much customization like this, I guess," Adelheid had made a fine point about a regular helmet interfering with my increased senses, not to mention wearing a helmet of any kind would interfere with an average person's ability to maintain awareness of the situation they were in. So, looking at the helmet, it was something I'd wear only if I closed distance or was on a spacewalk, a situation that was too deadly for even my primarch's ability to survive. I was sure it would be fine. Once this red-robed Mechanicus agent moved on perhaps I would have my Space Marines come up with something a little bit more reasonable.

"Excellent! I will have the information for the creation of this helmet sent to the forges on this ship. It'll be ready by the time of your campaign." The mechanical voice somehow just beamed enjoyment of the armor craft, which was good I guess. Having someone who loved their work was a sign that they probably knew what they were doing. Hopefully.

Breathing a sigh I reached over, grabbed the manual, and asked, "By the way what is this about servitors? What is that?"

The red-robed woman tilted her head, revealing a bit of brown hair which had not been seen before. "Servitors are criminals who have been judged for their crimes and been converted into something more useful for humanity. Their personalities, minds, brains, whatever you want to call them are gone and replaced with a mechanical machine that will follow orders without question."

I blinked and then said, "Yeah, I'm not letting that anywhere in my room." Adelheid tilted her head, confused, so I explained. "I'm not a fan of the idea of a walking corpse generally, that's all. There are other ways to explain it, but that's basically a walking corpse: you've killed the person and you've inserted a robot to control the body and well… Yeah, I'm just not going to be allowing that to help me with my armor. I got plenty of people on board who will be more than willing to help".

She nodded her head before saying, "That is fine. If you need someone to help teach these people how to get the armor on I'm more than willing to explain that to them." She tilted her head to the side "By the way, have you looked at the possible modifications presented in the back of the manual I had sent up?"

"No. No, I did not," I said, opening the manual and heading to the back of the book. I read quickly, seeing that there were options for adding weapons and other items and kits to the armor.

"Thought so," Adelheid said, "None of the other Primarchs apparently looked at their information kits either."

That raised my eyebrow, "Other Primarchs, plural? Other Primarchs have been discovered?" Wonder why no one had told me, I thought.

"Yes. The Primarchs of the second, the tenth, the third, the eighteenth, and the seventh have all been found, in that order. Besides you, lady Russ, and Lord Horus of course. Their legions are currently undergoing refittings at their new homeworlds as we speak, no doubt they will soon be joining the campaign again as well.

I chuckled as I said, "Looks like father has been busy while he's been away," I commented, before asking, "Have you heard anything about my other siblings or is information about them still coming in?"

The red-robed woman shrugged, one of her mechanical tentacles appearing to brush off some dust from the armor she created for me.

"Information on them is currently marked of utmost secrecy, even their homeworlds are currently being kept secret until they are fully protected and well-stocked, the Omnissiah is leaving nothing to chance," She said, before continuing, "Though some things can be learned through studying the data. It appears all the legions are doing well and are recuperating. I suspect they shall be rejoining the fight around the same timespan it took you to get your legion back into formation, 3 to 7 years give or take. Being that the Primarch of the second had been found five years ago I suspect they will be on their way here not too long after you."

That raised an eyebrow, "Well, damn. I guess I'll miss my sibling on the way out," I mused with a chuckle before saying. "Thank you for this intelligence, Miss Adelheid. As for helping me get this armor on, well, we'll schedule a few meetings for that matter down the line. It's probably going to take a couple months to get to the Wheel of Fire but even before then I will probably have to make an appearance when we visit the Squat Leagues. I need to have some people trained to help me get this armor on by that time, so your offer is most welcome."

There was another round of beeps and dial tone sounds, '01100001 01110010 01100001 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100001' before the mechanical voice returned "It will be an honor to help the Primarch wear the finely crafted armor I've created," she gave a bow and stepped a few foot back before saying "'Till next time you require my services, Primarch. I'm sure you have many thoughts and plans to be set in motion for the coming campaign and I would not wish to take up your time more than necessary."

I gave a head nod and said, somewhat unsure of myself, "Yes. Plans. See you around, Adelheid." Once she left I let out a breath, glad to be done with that. Something about her was setting off an alarm in my mind. Nothing too serious, just something I should remember from my first life… But I couldn't place it.






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Oh God, an ojou-sama adept Machinist. How does such an abomination even come to pass?! It's like a paradox. She's hiding her disposition currently but we all know her true colors! Run Tanya, run before you're trapped with no escape in the inevitable prison space will make of your ship!
 
Hold up, the second legion's Primarch has been found? One of the two lost and redacted Primarchs? Will we get to meet your headcannon OC legion?
 
Oh God, an ojou-sama adept Machinist. How does such an abomination even come to pass?! It's like a paradox. She's hiding her disposition currently but we all know her true colors! Run Tanya, run before you're trapped with no escape in the inevitable prison space will make of your ship!
how does it come to pass... because if it exists it will happen.

binarry translation got me ara ara. is that right? did this mechanicis come from a section that saved the anime? specializes in giant robots maby?
yes yes and yes
Hold up, the second legion's Primarch has been found? One of the two lost and redacted Primarchs? Will we get to meet your headcannon OC legion?
yes conon why second is found just after Tanya that's where Big E is off to and yes eventually you will get to meet them.
Adelheid is the first name of the crazy Dr. Shugel in youjo senki.
yes
 
So, is Tanya going for some ammo storage on the front?
Shield generator?

Bit shocked she didn't want Starcraft style headlines added, for if some light is needed. (map, pc screen, ect)
Then add in Fallout helmet mounted lights and.....

Hopefully, Tanya can get miss Adelheid to construct robotic bodies as seen in Ghost In The Shell???
And maybe also for her female guards as well.
Could even open up a way to create Space Techicians or something like that.


Why o why do I see Tanya creating the Orcish Olympics(?)?
 
Chapter 22, A diplomatic Wolf
Chapter 22, A diplomatic Wolf







Tanya Russ

One of the most annoying duties I think I'd ever come across was trying to find a name for a ship. As a Primarch I had been given a Gloriana class battleship, in fact one of the larger ones of the class. Apparently they didn't standardize the classes the way most militaries would, instead they just put a rule 'about this long means this kind of class', which was rather illogical but I couldn't exactly complain about what the forges of Mars did.

That being said, I was not a big fan of the fact that we couldn't complain. I was getting a lot of 'you scratch my back, I scratch your back' vibes from the whole logistical system. Bolters being the prime example. While the legion had been under the emperor's personal control it had only been issued bolters but the moment they had entered my control I had been informed that though bolter rifles were a much more logistically friendly weapon I was to take on Volkite weapons.

Volkite weapons apparently were Martian death rays, specifically designed to cook Orks in such a way that they would not spread through their fungal infection. On one hand that was awesome, you were immediately dealing with not only the threat in front of you but also any further cropping up of this infection. On the other, the weapons were extremely temperamental and broke easily.

In summary the weapons had a real reliability issue, one that would give some of the worst military equipment a run for their money. And because of how some of the treaties worked out with Mars… Well you couldn't exactly repair those weapons without pissing them off, meaning what we had to do was put them back on a ship so they could be sent to Mars to be fixed and only then would we get new ones.

Granted I had been issued quite a large stockpile but I was getting the feeling that this was some sort of large scheme to keep the legion at Mars's beck and call. But I would get around to my theories and worries about the Mechanicus another time. naming a ship that was a pain in my rear had already taken a month or two to figure out.

I couldn't exactly leave the name as it was because right now it was named 'Hall number six', which was official but more of a placeholder than a real ship's name. Actually I was pretty sure it was an actual placeholder as the captain of the ship, Nemmius Tetanus, often said he couldn't wait to find out what the name of the vessel would be. And then went out of the way to mention how a ship without a name was not good luck.

I was not a person who got into ship lore very much so I didn't know if that was true or not. I think I heard once that changing the name of a ship was bad luck. Then again if this whole 'number six' wasn't really a name but a placeholder for the real name, I wasn't really changing it.

But for that matter I'd looked deep into the history of Fenris for a name, trying to find something that would do well for my wolves. Thankfully that did not actually turn out to be that hard.

In legends there was a man known as King Hrafnkel, who had abandoned the worship of the ancient gods of the homeworld to look to his sons for strength in battle. I didn't know much about these guys considering that on Fenris their worship seemed to have long since been forgotten in favor of just a vague mysticism. But the point of the idea still stood, a king looking to his sons for strength rather than gods. The wolves were considered, through the weird genetics that were the Primarch program, my sons. In some cases very openly for those looking very similar to me but I tried not to think about that too often. So choosing that name would make sense, it implied that I looked to them for my strength and would hopefully get them to work harder and smarter in their given jobs.

I did have to give the Martians something though the Gloriana battleship was an impressive feat of engineering. As a class the ship had facilities for creating weapons, storing weapons, fixing weapons, storing shuttles and fighters and heavy equipment for producing ammunition. It had everything needed to prosecute a war and still was a very competent warship, though I think that mainly was just because it was so large being around 20 km long. The ship was so long that there had to be a central monorail running the length of the vessel.

And my Marines had not been idle in decorating every element of this ship, an impressive feat. Large swaths of forest had been cut down so wood could be shaped and carved into intricate designs before being laid against areas of the hall's internal elements. The metal frameworks were still there of course but this simply allowed for a bit of Fenrisian style of beauty. I'd walked the Halls once and noticed that they transformed a section of the large training area wall into a storage place for trophies of monsters killed and the heads of various beasts that each Space Marine had taken down. I had a feeling that that wall would grow. Considering there were 20 km of ship walls maybe, more probably definitely, this practice would spread quite a bit.

As long as it did not interfere with ship operations though? I probably wouldn't come down on it. Letting them turn the place a bit more like Fenris in look was, well… It was kind of nice really. As much as I like to think about my first life I would not deny that my third life had been a bit more interesting and rewarding. Oh, sure, it was a lot more threatening but that was just how things were when you were fighting monsters. I imagine if I didn't have a Primarch's body I'd probably be less mellow regarding the whole thing. Having the ability to come back from near mortal wounds had an effect on your outlook on life.

Anyways the tactical situation was what I should be reviewing right now but I was currently looking out one of the windows into space. We were stopping over into the league of something. Each Squat government was its own little league, I wasn't really sure which one we were exactly dealing with yet. I think there were several different league leaderships currently talking to Malcador in one of the meeting Hall's rooms.


I had offered to help with this negotiation thing as I had some idea of what that was like after my years on Fenris. Malcador had waved me off, saying it would be best for him to do it. It left me working on getting together the exact logistical situation of the fleet I was taking to the Wheel of Fire. The closer we got to the Wheel of Fire and the better of a picture I got of what exactly I was dealing with. When I first heard about it there was talk of alien and human kingdoms under the rule of the Orks of the Wheel of Fire, I now knew that this was not exactly true.

The kingdoms' governments, or whatever you wanted to call them, were giving tribute to the Wheel of Fire because when the Orks came out they either got tribute or destroyed everything. My objective of course was to stop this, which would bring the human governments into the Imperium.

As for the Xeno governments I was not in charge of policy so I could really hope that there would be some form of negotiation before we went straight on to xenocide. Now one of the so-called aliens looked to be just humans but with a redder skin and one less digit. They really needed to make a thorough check on if those were aliens or just humans with biological alterations, in my opinion.

Well either way my ideas of maybe bringing these human empires under my control to help overthrow the Orks were fairly outdated. Yes, they were under their control. Yes, they didn't want the Orks. No, they would not be taking part in the campaign. They didn't have the fleet elements to even get into the Wheel of Fire. That job would be left to the Star Hunters, my legion, and the Iron Warriors.

And the Imperial Army elements that had been given to me.

It meant there would be two Gloriana battleships, a smattering of other battleships, and lots and lots of cruisers and destroyers to defend those ships. That was just Space Marine forces, there were also elements of the Imperial Army and Navy attached to the situation, which I would need to figure out how to properly use. The Imperial Army was a little bit easier for me to understand, that whole organization existed simply to hold territory while the Marines pushed forward and ever onwards. The Navy was a little bit harder since, as far as I could tell, their ships were not any worse than the ships of the Marines. Theoretically I assumed the Navy was meant to be the spearhead of the action, fighting the enemy fleets in space. The Space Marine fleet was destined to support ground operations by the Space Marines and then the army was meant to hold territory. At least that's how I understood the whole idea of their operational doctrine. It was simple and somewhat easy to understand, but it felt like it was not using all the assets available.

But I wouldn't push too hard on that just yet, it's not like I didn't have full control of this whole operation as the only Primarch on this mission. The Imperial Army, Navy, and all Space Marines had to report to me, which was probably going to be a hell of a thing to deal with. The Iron Warriors had their own legion master which I would have to talk to and get to know so we could work together. As for the Star Hunters they weren't at full legion force here, their elements were scattered across the Galaxy and hard at work pathfinding for every other Imperial Force. I would at least have an easier time dealing with them since they wouldn't feel like they were in control all the time and were having their control taken away. But I would need to be careful not to step on their doctrines too much, they were the Pathfinders. They were meant to bring in intel for my operation, expecting them to do something like hold a position for me would be… bad.

The trials and tribulations of a multi-national, actually multi-planetary, and multi-element Force. At least all of us were still fighting for the Imperium. Now though there were rumors that a Forge World nearby was going to send some forces to help us out, which might make things a little bit more complex. I wasn't sure if a Primarch had control over Mechanicus forces, let alone those knightly orders that seemed to make up their Titan cores.

Well life wasn't that complex, it could be worse. The moment I thought that, down the hall from me, the doors to one of the meeting rooms opened. Malcador and a Squat gentleman stepped out, having a laugh at one thing or another. Trying to be polite I smiled and turned to them, nodding my head in welcome.

The two were walking in my general direction as the Space Dwarf, for lack of a better word than squat, nodded his head in return and said, "Good evening, giant lass! Wonderful ship you folks have here, really love the design." He reached over and knocked on the wooden panels that my Wolves had added to the hall.

Ignoring the 'giant lass' comment, I said, "Why, thank you, Mr?" fishing for a name.


"Trorban Grimmark, of the League of Kapellan."

"Oh well, Grimmark, nice to meet you. But, yes, my Space Marines have taken to decorating the halls and its nice wood furnishings. Helps with the feeling of home."

The squat nodded his head understandingly, before saying, "I understand that, the cold darkness of space is not meant for most people and if you're going to go out there you might as well make a bit of your home." He nodded his head, though he stopped quickly and asked, "But I do have a question, Miss Primarch. Something that's been bugging me since you folks arrived with such a massive fleet. Why do you have such a massive fleet in our space? We're starting an alliance, seems a little weird to bring such a large military force. It's almost threatening. Almost."

I had to chuckle at the relaxed way he basically implied that they could take on the Imperium. Although I didn't know their capabilities, perhaps they could? That was a bit… Mmm... deciding to be as truthful as possible, I said, "This task force is actually assigned to go to the Wheel of Fire and remove the Ork threat."

"By the ancestors, those damn Orks of the Wheel of Fire? Those bastards have invaded our space a dozen or so times, killed hundreds of civilians and good people for their chaotic love of war. that was not a fucking good time for our people."

"Well I have wonderful news then as we plan to completely demolish the Wheel of Fire and remove all threats to both humanity and the Imperium as a whole from that sector."

The smile on that dwarf's face was rather uncomfortably large as he nodded his head in approval before saying, "Would you perhaps mind if we sent a force to accompany you on this mission? We have a lot of old grudges with those bastards that need settling."

In the periphery of my vision I saw Malcador taking in this information, nodding his head in thought. He was already starting to go for a thumbs up when I said, "Of course, more help is always welcome and this will be a great way to solidify the alliance we are building between the Imperium and the leagues. Nothing makes a brother faster than sharing blood, sweat, and tears in combat.

Grimmark nodded his head in approval before saying, "I couldn't have said it better myself," before reaching his hand up in an implication of shaking on the matter. Given just how short he was compared to me… Seriously I could have punted him across a good kilometer toward the Wolf Hall's throne room that was near the back of the ship. I had to take a knee in order to take his hand, which was small but we made those handshake work. "Then we are in agreement. Welcome to the crusade against the Wheel of Fire."

"Glad to be a part of it. Bastards deserve every round of ammunition we'll expend on them, not to mention I have a whole crew of technical folk who've been working on several combat trains they wanted to deploy in these kind of conflicts."

I raised an eyebrow. "Combat trains? There's not a lot of track where we're going, I assume."

"Nah, nah, please. Those combat vehicles use electric drive Wheels, allowing them to move. They're called trains just because they can be pretty long but they don't require tracks."

"Oh? Well, I can't wait to see them in action then," I said with a smile before standing back up again. "Well, anyway, I'll let you and Malcador get back to your negotiations. I have to continue the plan for this coming conflict and take into consideration your forces."

The squat nodded his head before looking over at Malcador, saying, "And where were we, Mr. First Lord of Terra."

"We were discussing possible equipment support you could provide for the legions, now that we are moving into the segmentum Ultima."

"Right, right. As I was saying we'll gladly help you build tanks and all that junk. We would like to have a few of your designs to do it though, I understand those Mechanics of yours are a bit iffy about giving away their stuff but they need to understand we have equipment right here to build whatever you'll need. We will gladly share some of our stuff as long as they share back."

"Yes, yes, the Mechanicus can be a bit of a handful. I will discuss this with the Lord Master of Mars, see if he can be moved to share what he has. Well I wouldn't hold out hope, best I can guarantee is that we will be able to re-establish the trade lanes for food going to your worlds, and we will be able to clear the trade lanes for raw materials heading to Mechanicus Forge Worlds."

"Not a great deal but we'll deal with what we can," the squat said, shaking his head as they started walking away. "I really need to get out of their darn heads that they're the only ones with tech. There are plenty of civilizations out there that have tech and need those resources for their own advancement, I'm sure of this. If the Leagues can survive, humanity as a whole can survive."

"I'm sure you're right, Lord Grimmark. It will take time but we will see what we can do on the matter."

Shaking my head as the two rounded a corner I stared out into space, starting to think on the conflict to come. The Wheel of Fire was frankly unknown as a sector of star systems, with Warp storms that intertwined in such a way that you didn't know what was going on inside it. No doubt it would be a maze of planets that we would be required to navigate. And in this maze would be fortresses to prevent our advance towards the capital of their alien empire. Each planet would need to be burned out as we went, the question was: would we have the troops and manpower to pull it off? Or would we have the most effective plans, to make sure that we never had an issue with troops and manpower. That's what I needed to come up with, an effective plan…





Legion Master Elyphis Diorius

I looked over the tactical readouts with some trepidation, trying to understand the information in front of me. The Wheel of Fire was a nexus of space not too far away from the central Maelstrom of the galaxy. It was a sector that had a lot of different stars moving around inside of it, affecting the Warp in strange ways and creating areas that could be traveled and areas that could not. And it had been a target I had been eyeing for several years now, sizing it up. The 8th expeditionary fleet was in essence under my control, something I was proud of. My legion had fought from Terra to here with pride and honor, bringing many worlds into compliance.

But it was a bit scattered as of late and I was trying to bring it back into the fold. We had in essence pushed hard and fast across the galaxy to bring as many worlds into compliance as possible, and get ourselves a little bit of fame and fortune for our deeds in the name of the Imperium. The issue there is that if you push too far you get yourself spread out, which was something I was having to undo. Bringing the whole of the 8th here was one of those objectives but I had been denied my initial push on this sector by decree of the emperor.

Apparently he had decided that my legion and the Star Hunters' company that had been guiding us through space were not enough for this operation. It was a bit of a ding, one I was not particularly happy about, but I could not deny that having another legion to support us would be very useful in this coming conflict. The Orks were dug in deep and, from what I could tell, we would have to go through seven different planets before we even got to the core of their empire. It was not like we could just go around these seven different planets either as the Wheel of Fire could easily be described as a winding maze of trails, ever-changing but constant in that you had to go through one planet to get to the next.

There supposedly was a backway into the Wheel of Fire, one that led directly to the capital planet of this Ork empire. However I had yet to find any hint of it and even Helitin Ventassius, Captain of the Star Hunters, had yet to find it either. I wasn't sure if that intel was even trustworthy if they couldn't find it. The local human populations in the area were… well I think the only reason they still existed was because they couldn't give the Orks the good fight they wanted, they were too far fallen in tech level. They were relying on spears and swords in many cases.

The same was true for the xeno empires in the region though. They were all so very small, usually no more than the size of a solar system. I had already filed the paperwork to have the humans brought into compliance with the Imperium and start them on preparations for recruitment into the Imperial Army. From what I'd seen of the small empires they were, well, easily disposed of and I'd filed the information as such to the Imperial High Command. They would most likely take 10 years at a minimum but eventually they'd get around to sending an army out here to just clean up the sector and make sure humanity was the top dog in the region. Of course that depended on the fighting force we had gathered here to push into the Wheel of Fire, or at least jam up any Ork attempts to get out of it.

Which I believe would not be too hard, even without this legion that was coming to our aid. I never found evidence of this backway out, which meant the only way in and out was through the planet Icrinda. We could thus plug up the entire system, build a fortified complex, and the Orks, for all intent and purpose, were dealt with. Oh sure we could push in further and take more planets but we wouldn't need to and logically that was the best outcome. The fewer resources spent on an operation, the better. Shaking my head though I had to wonder if the operation would come to pass as I saw it. The sixth legion, the Rout was on its way. It had supposedly been reshaped by their Primarch but I doubted that. Something told me that the moment we got into the siege conflicts they would go crazy with battle lust like they tended to do. That seemed to be induced by any conflict and would always overwrite whatever sense they had.

I did find it somewhat amusing though that the most barbaric legion in the Crusade found its Primarch on a barbaric world, no better than the ones that we were now having to liberate. I was a bit too loud in my amusement on that, as Helitin Ventassius looked up from where he stood across from me where he had been studying the map display.

Smiling, I said, "Just thinking about something amusing, old friend.

He nodded and said "Well I hope that amusing thing is something you can share because I'm not going to come up with a way to deal with Icrinda. that's an impenetrable fortress from what my Pathfinders have been able to dig up."

"Orbital bombardment will handle it," I said, waving it off. "Their fleet is more of an issue but the Navy should be able to deal with that once they arrive. We've already committed to a 10-year campaign, there's no reason for us to waste more resources than necessary on this conflict."

"True, true," He agreed with a nod. "We just need to take this planet and we'll be able to establish an effective blockade of the sector. After that... I don't know. We'll be ground down assaulting every planet but we've yet to find a way through the Warp storms so we have to play by the Orks game if we want to go any further deeper."

"Exactly what I'm thinking," I concurred with a nod. "I would love to make this conflict quicker but pushing deeper into their space would simply be illogical. The Orks have unlimited numbers and as much as the Volkite weapons can deal with them on a good standard getting into prolonged sieges in this system is unnecessary. Better to save our strength for sieges on worlds we need to take."

"Well, our strength at least," I said in annoyance. "The Rout can waste their strength on it for all I care. This operation was supposed to begin a month ago and they're still not showing up with the Imperial Army and fleet."

"You are too hard on them, brother. The Warp is a fickle thing and they may have been sidetracked by who knows what conflicts on the way here. The fact that we've received reports that they're even on their way is a good sign, it could have already been lost in the warp if that information coming in.

I sighed and nodded my agreement. "Maybe. Maybe I'm just a little bit annoyed that we're going to have to deal with their Primarch taking credit for blocking up the Wheel of Fire sector when all the operational duties that started this process were handled by my legion."

"Cough, cough. Our legions," Ventassius pointed out with a roll of his eyes. "I know that Iron Warriors like a bit of credit taking but don't forget to give credit to those who helped as well."

"Sorry, sorry, bad habit," I admitted, shaking my head. "Anyways when did they say the sixth legion was supposed to arrive."

"My report said 3 months from the moment they were sent. According to the speedometers and information on the ship they are actually four months late due to Warp shenanigans, so they could actually show up at any moment now for all we know".

As if the Warp was having a laugh at us, immediately one of the bridge crew of the Gloriana battleship Iron Blood spoke up, saying, "Fleet transitioning into local space. Receiving Imperial FFS signals."

"Wonderful timing," I said matter of factly before turning to a communications officer. "Tell them that they are welcome to join the fleet, and that I'm willing to either meet with their Primarch aboard their ship or they can meet with me and Helitin Ventassius on this ship to discuss the operation ahead of us."

"Yes, sir," the crewman said, turning to his console. He stopped and said "They've actually already sent us some more statements. Their Primarch is making way to a shuttle now and is going to be transported over to our ship."

"Oh, wonderful,"I said, leaning back against the banister that separated the central dais of the bridge from the crew pits where most of the crew worked.

"So? What do you think the Primarch is going to be like?" Ventassius asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No idea. Only Primarch I've served next to was Horus and, besides being a bit demanding, he was a fine guy. Not the greatest commander though but then again that was one of his first few commands so it was to be expected. I have heard that this one actually conquered their entire planet and is called the king of wolves, whatever that means."

"Well that means they have to have some sort of military background then," He offered, "If they see something we don't maybe they'll have a new perspective to offer."

"Doubtful. It's just more likely that the planet was already conquered and they inherited it as some sort of orphan taken in by the king sort of thing."

"True, true. Well, as long as they provide us with manpower for this operation it doesn't really matter if they inherited it or if they conquered their planet they're still a Primarch, so maybe they'll know something we don't that will let us break into the Wheel of Fire."

"Maybe. Or maybe they'll just waste our time. This is the first Primarch to join the crusade since Horus, I don't have exactly high hopes after him."

"I think you're just a little bit annoyed since he took credit for that one siege where you engineered a dam break on that river and flooded the entire city."

"I am not annoyed over that," I calmly replied, crossing my arms across my chest as I looked at him. "I simply wished to have a little bit more credit for my strategic planning, that is all."

"Yeah, like all the other times," Ventassius countered, rolling his eyes.

I made a noise of contempt before shaking my head and letting out a sigh. "Fine. I'll work on trying to give credit to others a little bit more and letting things go."

"That's all I ask. You know how thankless the job of pathfinding is? It's very thankless. 'Oh, you found a way into the system? Good, now find a way into the next system.'. It's hard work and we'd like a little bit more respect for the operations we have to do." Ventassius said, making a good point, which I couldn't exactly fight without looking a bit like an asshole.

Shaking my head I was about to say something when a crew member announced, "The Primarch is in the elevator, on the way up."

"Oh, excellent," I said, taking to my feet. I stood straight, looking at the doors leading to the elevator that led to the central corridor of the ship. "Now let's see what this Primarch is all about." I looked about 10 feet up, expecting to meet the Primarch's eyes when the door opened. Instead I found myself looking right over their head, which was a bit confusing. Slowly I lowered my eyes and was surprised to find not at all what I was expecting.

There, standing in the elevator, was a 9 ft tall woman. She had blonde hair and wore blue-gray power armor on a rather shapely figure. She had a black flowing cloak under a sword on her back, a small hand ax on her side and two very large black wolves sniffing the air at her side as they followed her in. Not to mention a crow on her shoulder, one that seemed to have its sight focused on everywhere that the blonde woman was not looking as if it was watching her back more than the wolves.

She stepped into the room as if she owned it and behind her came four more of the Rout, their Mark II helmets on a swivel even if their guns were safely stored at their sides.

With a smile she approached and greeted us, "Good evening, legion master and captain. I am sorry for the fleet's lateness, we had to make a stop off for diplomatic reasons and we picked up a few more allies along the way."

"Diplomatic reasons?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Then I saw an old man come out from behind the Space Marines, leaning heavily on his staff.

Immediately I saluted. I had not seen Malcador in a long time and I doubted he even knew who I was. Still I was not going to step on the wrong side of that old man. The most trusted agent of the Emperor was not someone you wanted to consider you on their bad side.

I gave the sign of the Aquila before bowing to the pair. "Greetings, Primarch and first Lord of Terra. Welcome on the Iron Blood."

The shapely Primarch tapped me on the shoulder with the palm of her hand, saying, "No need for such pageantry, nephew. We are all friends here, we are all warriors of the Emperor. Tell me what the situation is and how we plan to break the Wheel of Fire."

Standing back up I said, "Of course," while noting that it was interesting that she had such a relaxed way about her. Another oddity, though this one might be explained if she was not, as I had originally suspected, an orphan who'd gotten lucky and got picked up by a powerful family.

With a flourish I moved my hand across the holographic pedestal, bringing up the planet we needed to lay siege to and began explaining.

"This is Icrinda, first planet in the Wheel of Fire sector and gateway to it. It's possibly the only way in and out from what we've been able to dig up. It appears that there are other planets past this that might be just as fortified, clogging other holes to eventually create a ring of seven fortified walls around the capital world. But that's neither here nor there because if we can take this planet we cut the Ork empire off from the systems they've enslaved. We can then clean up any outside forces then slowly push in, murdering the foul beasts as we go. The Administratum believes it will take ten years to reach the core world. Frankly I think that's a bit of too optimistic, it's more likely to be 20 years. Our best case scenario is to engage in prolonged siege activities and bombardment of the planets. There shouldn't be anything of use down there so, in the long run, this is the best option."

The Primarch nodded before clicking on the planet, causing it to increase in size until the main fortifications on the world came into view. Ork citadel, some ancient complex that had been built upon by their ancestors to the point that it was a heavy fortress. I could make out the signs of AA guns and double walls circling the entire complex as well as the outer complex. What was built inside the outer conflicts was up for debate but considering the slave camps around it it was probably nothing but work vehicles and ships.

The Primarch's eyescarefully looked over the fortifications before stopping and pointing to the slave camp. "What's that?", she queried

I shrugged and said "Slave camps. Human, Xenos, unlucky Orks from other empires that were a bit too stubborn to give in. You never know what you'll find in them. We've already written them off as a loss since they've probably been reduced to nothing but working skeletons. Orks don't tend to feed their slaves very well in my experience."

She blinked and said "Where are they getting these slaves?"

I shrugged, "As of now they have plenty of vassal empires. I would assume they're giving their population over as tribute to Orks in order to stave off full outrights sacking of their civilizations."

She nodded before saying "What's our plan to rescue them?" causing me to stop and look up at her.

"There's no plan. They're written off, they're barbarians. Sending our forces down there on a rescue mission will do nothing but waste our resources for humans of little use to the Imperium and that no one gives a damn about."

The Primarch turned their head to look at me and shook it. "There are plenty of reasons to pick them up. If slaves have been used throughout the Ork empire for who knows how long they could have vital information about the trade roads within the sector. Not to mention that, as you said, they're most likely prisoners sent off from the lesser civilizations in this area so returning them to their people will gain the Imperium favor in those civilizations. This is a potential propaganda tool that could be used to increase the standing of the Imperium in this area of space. Destroying it because we can seems lot more of a waste than just blasting the planet from orbit."

I shook my head at that. "Theoretically, yes. But we don't have the manpower for a rescue operation. In order to get in there you need to hit hard, grab as many people as possible, and then get them out. With those AA guns around the city it would be nearly impossible to pull that off so you would need to take them out before your shuttles get within their range."

Zooming out on the screen I showed the mountainous region where the camp was located and added, "You would have to do a lot of marching through mountains to get even close to the facility, before you do that. Mountains that may have AA guns as well. If we take them out it will most likely alert the Orks that you're coming. Frankly I don't want to risk my troops on such an operation. Maybe if it was not inside this mountainous region I might be interested in this but we are not trained for dealing with mountains."

The Primarch shook her head again before saying, "You may not be but Fenris is a world of mountains. My men can get through those passes and bypass their AA guns without them even knowing. We can set up an operation that will take them out quicker than they can realize what's going on. If we take out those AA guns on, say, the western half of the city that would give us a good landing zone in the valley that river here follows." She pointed out a northern section of the map, just passed the fortifications. Her statements were true, if you could remove the AA guns around the valley on the western side there would be quite a lot empty space that Space Marines could both land in and escort people out of. I just did not want to risk my manpower on that operation… however if she was willing to do it? Why not, at worst they lost a little bit of manpower, maybe got away with a couple hundred civilians, and learned a lesson about trusting the Iron Warriors when we told them that a situation was untenable. It would delay the artillery bombardments of the area for a couple hours but we would begin as soon as they had left. At best… I didn't even see that in the possibilities as far as I was concerned.

Nodding my head, I said, "I could help organize crafts to land in that area. If you think you can pull this off I can help get the people out."

The Primarch nodded before saying, "Sounds like a plan." before offering her hand. Smiling I took it and said, "by the way, I'm Legion Master Diorius. Nice to meet you."

She smiled back and said, "Primarch Tanya Russ, an honor to work with you."





Tanya Russ

Hiking through the mountains again… well, this was familiar, I thought as I watched the valley below. I brought my personal company, or chapter depending on how you phrased it since every legion seemed to use personalized terminology for the structure even if the structure was the same.

We had arrived by drop pod a few hours ago on the other side of the mountain, something that I was not familiar with but had to get used to. The g-forces had reminded me of something, giving me a headache, but I had no idea what. Even my best guess was very confused considering from all I knew my second life had been in a World War I situation, so how I would have come across large g-force? It was an interesting conundrum at least.

I'd need to spend more time trying to unlock my past memories because this was just getting a bit annoying at this point. Shaking my head in annoyance at the damage that the Warp had apparently done to those memories I quickly looked over my wrist, which had a holographic display showing what was currently going on with the troops I deployed.

Across the mountain around 2000 Fenrisians were currently disabling the outer ring of anti-air support as quietly as possible. They had orders to attempt to not use their bolters nor the Volkites I had been able to distribute. Most of the Volkites that were in production were seemingly already earmarked for legions that were at the front, which meant that once we started actually getting some victories we would start getting more Volkite weapons in mass instead of the bolters which would probably be our secondaries.


I still preferred the explosive round ammunition as it was easier to deal with in logistical terms but I could understand the need for the Volkites when fighting Orks. I'd managed to get ourselves several plasma weapons but those were only allocated to the other units waiting to drop on this place as soon as the AA was disabled.

Which should be any moment now, as I watched the last known AA position be taken out. Considering I didn't hear any shooting I think we'd effectively done it in complete stealth. Which meant we could move on to part two of the plan, dealing with the AA positions inside the fortifications.

Getting into the fortifications to do that would be an incredibly hard job though. I had dictated some of my forces to hit the outer walls of the fortifications that had inner walls. It was very unlikely that they were ready for Space Marines after 400 ravens had been dropping explosives. There was a reason I'd loaded up several megafauna onto the Gloriana battleship and it wasn't because I enjoyed their company, though I did. They were extremely useful in situations like this.

As if my thoughts were a summons a raven landed on my shoulder and leaned down, allowing me to pet its head. It quickly tapped out that about 90% of the explosives had been dropped on their targets, ready to blow if I pressed the explosive button I had already prepared.

Where the other 10% were I didn't know. The fact he had returned but they'd all been delivered and most of the ravens had returned from their mission meant those 10% that were unaccounted had either landed on target or bounced and were probably scattered near the targets. Not exactly great because it was an indiscriminate explosion but it should be close enough. It should cause enough mayhem that we would be able to get away with this operation.

This operation required a lot of timing so I wouldn't press the button just yet, I needed the wall-mounted AA guns dealt with. Once that was ready though? The real fun would begin.

I watched as my forces moved into position just below the wall. How they were able to sneak through the slave camp was a little bit interesting. Obviously the Orks didn't really care what happened in those camps or didn't have very good guards. Then again the whole planet was under their control so maybe they just didn't care if people ran away. Considering how I heard that they just enjoyed a fight they might consider hunting down slaves on the planet's surface when they needed them as a form of fight. Or maybe there was something else I didn't know going on, I still had quite a bit to learn here.

I didn't have to wait long though I did not get the noise I expected. I wanted to hear a buzz from my receiver that would tell me that the operation had gone off without a hitch. Instead I heard gunfire from the valley below, indicating that the operation was officially starting to go south.

We had done a lot before the unexpected happened so I might as well make use of what I had already gotten set up. Pressing the buttons on my wrist activated the explosives down below and I watched about a dozen to three dozen guns go up in fire. Their crews had hopefully died with them or were unable to fight. There were probably more guns I couldn't see but I'd deployed fully 400 ravens to drop as many explosives as they could. Considering that no explosions had gone off in the air that meant they had managed to drop them all.

In time with the explosions I tapped on the communicator built in my wrist and said "To all Wolves of Fenris: engage in combat. It is 90% clear, we are clear for landings to the south but could use air support for cover just in case."

It would probably take 5 minutes but that order would work its way through the system and immediately shuttles and aircraft would be coming down from their position behind the worthless piece of rock this planet called a moon. At the same time the imperial fleet would move out of its hiding positions and start engaging the Ork fleet up in orbit. The amount of chaos we just unleashed would probably buy us enough time to pull this operation off but there was no way to be sure so I wanted to make this as fast as possible.

Pulling my bolter rifle up I started walking/sliding down the side of the mountain towards the chaos down below. Everything was already moving at this point so my abilities would be more useful in combat and trying to organize the civilians or some sort of organized retreat instead of what appeared to be a writhing mass of chaos trying to escape the valley by trampling anyone who got in the way.

My slide led me to the southern end of the valley where we needed to get in front of the chaos. I fired a few shots into the air to stop the horde of civilians. Although It could have been the amount of Space Marines that slid down behind me. Or the wolves? Actually it was probably mainly the wolves as they let out some large barks and growls that even my bolter could not compete with.

"We're all going to die! It's a giant! They're going to eat us!" One man near the back of the crowd said, causing the horde of people who were already near panic to get a little bit closer to trying to stampede over even Space Marines. The one good thing about that screaming comment was that it let me know that they were speaking a form of Low Gothic. One that was not too far off from the variant I had been learning to speak since joining the imperium, which meant I could talk to them.

"Not here to eat you or anything else you're thinking," I called. "This is a rescue operation for all of you and I can't rescue you if you trample each other to death! My Space Marines here are going to organize you into several lines to make sure you do not trample each other. We have shuttles landing in the valley that you will be loaded on and you will be taken away from the Ork Masters. Is that understood?"

"What's a shuttle…" That same voice came from the man who had screamed about being eaten causing me to almost facepalm at that comment considering they must have been on the shuttle at least once to get here. Or maybe the Orks did allow people to have kids here? Well, I needed to learn more about how they operated that was for sure.

"A flying boat. You're going home to either your planet or at least a planet that has human populations that won't abuse you for slave labor." That last comment was more of a hope, I actually wasn't very aware of what kind of systems the nearby human planets had in place. I heard they were medieval so maybe there was enforced labor but it could be not that bad, right… "Either way you are getting away from the Orks so form a line and allow my men to guide you to safety." The panicked mass still seemed to be quite unsure about that so I simply look to my wolves and they immediately understood my meaning.

Growling they shepherded them into lines quickly. Ah, nothing is more convincing than a pair of sharp teeth and the look of hunger in a predator's eyes. I watched with a smile as they organized the humans in lines that Space Marines then checked over before they went by. Once I was sure that things were going well I moved past them to get further into the camp and headed towards where the fighting was going on. Already I could see shuttles coming in over the mountains to land in the valley below and, corresponding with that, the second wave of steel rain which had been designed to target the wall started falling.

Tripods smashed into the walls of the Ork fortress and disgorged Marines directly into the enemies attempts to get themselves organized. Okay, it seemed to have worked out right as there was no anti-aircraft fire while those pods came in and secured the wall, preventing Ork from moving into the slave camps. With the wall secured the last of the known AA guns were also completely removed from play, meaning the close support air vehicles started to fly around finding anything that tried to poke its head out of the fortress.

I could possibly order my men to push into the fort and take as much as possible but this operation didn't require me to kill all the Orks, it just required me to save as many of the humans as possible. And also the Redskins humans, that apparently weren't human. Seriously? That was just a human with red skin, I thought, watching one walk by in the lines.

I walked a bit further in and then I saw that Fierce and Cunning had wandered off. Confused I looked back and found Fierce helping a kid that had apparently been trampled. Fierce was pulling him by the neck of his shirt to put him up on Cunning's back. There were a couple other kids that looked on in horror before they realized they were not being eaten. Being trusting kids they immediately ran over to the wolves to, I assume, get the same safety that that kid was getting. Either that or today's brats were really stupid and they just wanted to pet the big doggies. Either way they were helped into the line by the wolves and were being processed towards the escape vessels. The whole scenario brought a bit of a smile to my face as it reminded me of when I first met the wolves. It inspired me to lean down to one of the many nameless wolves I had allowed to be brought on board the Hrafnkel, tapping his shoulder and pointing towards Fierce and Cunning, The eaven landed on its head and they both nodded in agreement before running and flying off to the other wolves and ravens. Those immediately got to work finding those who had been wounded in the stampede and helping them into the line.

It was so nice to have subordinates who were intelligent and able to understand what I wanted. Moving on I finally got past the majority of the chaos where people were still just sitting in crappily-built things made from scrap metal and a bit of fabric. These folks seemed to be the more beaten down of the slaves on this planet, either having given up on escape or not seeing this as an opportunity to even try. I couldn't tell them to try and move on ahead for the escape. Currently my men were overburdened with both fighting at one end of the valley and dealing with the civilians trying to escape at the other, adding to the chaos and the mayhem by sending these folks forward would do them no good even if I wanted to make this operation as fast as possible.

Stopping I looked at the walls that were still about half a mile away the fighting was going on fiercely there so I pulled up my communicator and asked, "Captain of the first company, what's the situation at the walls? How long do we have before we need to make our escape?"

There was a pause before the radio cut in, "This is the second in command to the first company, Commander was injured and is currently beating an Ork to death with his missing arm. We probably can hold this position for another 2 to 3 hours without problem but we believe that the fortifications are full of Orks. It seems that they're just waiting for a slackening in fire to get at us, they're also using several hidden hallways built into the castle walls to try and… well, sneak up on us and create that lapse in fire. That's why the captain is currently beating one to death with his arm."

I blinked several times then shook my head at the realization that, yes, he did just say that the captain of the first division had lost his arm and, instead of seeking medical aid, was currently beating the Ork who cut it off with said arm. Not the worst weapon, considering it would be inside power armor. Though I wondered how he had not passed out from the blood loss. Space Marine biology, what you think you know might be wrong and that's just the realities of it. Then again if something had broken through the power armor it might be a lightsaber for all I know, so he might not be bleeding as the wound had been cauterized by the cut.

Shaking my head I said into the comms, "Tell the commander of the first to finish beating the Ork to death and then return to his position. Make sure that he gets treatment, I don't want to lose a man able to fight like that to any local diseases. Understand?"

"Yes, my Primarch." Came the voice of the second in command before the radio went quiet. I saw several of my wolves had returned, obviously already having finished getting people into line and helping the wounded as best they could. Taking a knee I pat one on the head before saying, "Find anyone who's trying to escape but can't walk inside the camp, help them get to the lines." The wolf nodded before trotting off, the others quickly swarming into the camp. Hopefully the people inside the camp weren't armed but, considering that they were slaves, I would assume the Orks took a stance against weapon ownership for their thralls. In any case, if they did try to attack the wolves I would assume that that would not end well for them.

Quietly I walked to an elderly woman who was rocking in a chair, surrounded by three folks who looked rather terrified. Taking a knee in front of the group, I said, "Do you need help moving?"

The old woman shook her head and answered in an acid voice, "No but if you can convince my retarded children to run already that would be nice."

I let out a laugh as the oldest of the three around her wheeled around, "Mother! I'm not going to leave you to the Orks."

"I'm not your goddamn problem. If you'd ever left me and ran for the hills you would be fine and safe instead of staying here to take care of an old lady while working yourself to death in their scrap mines."

"I do what's necessary for the family, mother, and we're not going to abandon you. You never abandoned me."

Shaking my head I simply said, "Well, there's an easy answer to this." Reaching out I grabbed both sides of the chair and lifted it and everything on top of it into the air.

The old lady actually attempted to hit me with her cane, saying "Don't do that, I'm afraid of heights."

"Well, today's your lucky day. You can just close your eyes and imagine you're on the water while I take you to a shuttle that'll get you out of a situation which, in my mind, should be scarier than heights. And your kids can come along as they apparently won't leave the camp without you."

"Fine," the old lady grumbled, causing me to chuckle once again as I started hauling her towards the end of the valley.






Tanya Russ
It took an hour maybe two but we finally evacuated the majority of the civilian population to the Gloriana battleship up above, still hiding behind the local moon. From what I was hearing the fleet fight had gone well as the Orks had been forced to retreat, meaning that I had managed to not only push the Orks inside their fortifications but prevented them from activating any possible landbased weapon systems that could have been used against the fleet.

As for the civilians we quickly rounded them all up and loaded them onto shuttles. From there I would negotiate for trade ships to take them to local human worlds or worlds that could support the population, leaving this planet without its human resources to use as slaves. The Orks would most likely be able to take the planet back when we left but they would have a greatly diminished resource pool to rebuild their fortifications as we started the bombardment over them.

All in all, a good day. The enemy was denied valuable human resources and I had been granted a propaganda win. The Wolves had been bloodied in their first combat and losses were very minimal. The most severe injury that had been found was the captain of the first division who lost an arm. Sure there were a few dead but they had done stupid things and won stupid prizes. Charging an empty hallway expecting there not to be some sort of weapon around the corner was not exactly the smartest thing. Darwin would unfortunately have to help clean out the foolhardy amongst my legion it would seem. Or maybe I needed to improve the training. I would have to go over every report from the commanding officers to find out exactly what led to the few deaths we had had and improve the training based on what we'd find. No, I suspected it would just be simple Gloryseeking in battle, the Achille's heel that seemed to be present in my Geneseed or just leftover cultural elements from Fenris. After all can't go to heaven if you don't die in battle, supposedly. Damn LARPing was going to be a pain in my ass to clean out of the legion.









Writers note: So what isthere to say about this chapter, it was a pain my ass, we got Tanya meeting the squats which was easy to write, other legions meeting Tanya which… hmm I'm not sure worked, and Tanya's first legion action which was not as good as her second in the next chapter. All in all this chapter is setting the stage of the new normal for her but I'm still getting used to writing that new normal.






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The Orks had other Orks as slaves and Tanya did a rescue, so does this mean she could end up with an Ork Band attached to her Legion. I mean it would go a long way to have consultants and possibly infiltrators, especially if the Orks in question decide that Gork n' Mork would like Tanya very much despite being a "Big Humie".
 
The Orks had other Orks as slaves and Tanya did a rescue, so does this mean she could end up with an Ork Band attached to her Legion. I mean it would go a long way to have consultants and possibly infiltrators, especially if the Orks in question decide that Gork n' Mork would like Tanya very much despite being a "Big Humie".
I mean, Orks love fighting Space Marines, and Tanya's certainly Big and 'Ard, even by Ork standards. Also, she'll be running around the galaxy getting into a lot of fights. They may genuinely decide it best to follow her around.

Tanya may be less enthused, as it means there would be Ork infestations wherever she goes, and that just murders property values and populations.
 
So, small critique. There is no such thing as an Imperial Army and Imperial Navy right now. Instead there's just the Imperial Army, I'll call them them the Imperialis Auxilia. It's under this force that all terrestrial, void-borne and the in-between forces are organised. It's only after the Horus Heresy that they are split into the Imperial Army/Guard and Imperial Navy (Navis Imperialis). Not a big thing, and indeed it would be accurate in some propaganda History books which try to paint over the Heresy and it's aftershocks.

Good story apart from the nitpick, keep it up!
 
So does Tanya just not know about the Space Marines whole super resistance to disease? ("They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them") and the Larraman's Organ?
 
So does Tanya just not know about the Space Marines whole super resistance to disease? ("They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them") and the Larraman's Organ?
She's not taking chances.
And from her understanding of biology its impossible to be immune while still having a biology.
 
She's not taking chances.
And from her understanding of biology its impossible to be immune while still having a biology.
Yes but her understanding is outdated by more than 20 millennia of research and advancement. Even with the setbacks of the age of strife it's still much higher than in either of her lives, to say nothing of the knowledge possessed by the man who has lived for much longer than that (And is biokinetic IIRC) and his Biotechnical division
 
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Yes but her understanding is outdated by more than 20 millennia of research and advancement. Even with the setbacks of the age of strife it's still much higher than in either of her lives, to say nothing of the knowledge possessed by the man who has lived for much longer than that (And is biokinetic IIRC) and his Biotechnical division
This IS Tanya. Why would she let being straight up wrong stop her?
 
Yes but her understanding is outdated by more than 20 millennia of research and advancement. Even with the setbacks of the age of strife it's still much higher than in either of her lives, to say nothing of the knowledge possessed by the man who has lived for much longer than that (And is biokinetic IIRC) and his Biotechnical division
While extremely good, even Astartes or Primarch immune systems can be overwhelmed. This usually happens in cases of Nurglite Warp-fueled plagues or Tyranid bullshit, but Tanya isn't making a wrong or stupid call to try and prevent infection in the first place. Even if an infection is survivable, it can still negatively impact performace while being dealt with.
 
While extremely good, even Astartes or Primarch immune systems can be overwhelmed. This usually happens in cases of Nurglite Warp-fueled plagues or Tyranid bullshit, but Tanya isn't making a wrong or stupid call to try and prevent infection in the first place. Even if an infection is survivable, it can still negatively impact performace while being dealt with.
Except these are Orks, not Nids or Nurgle, and the Larramans Organ heals the wound in seconds (probably more since it's an entire arm but still), he can't GET an infection from it:

"At the site of the injury, they form scar tissue in a matter of seconds, effectively preventing massive blood loss and the infection of the wound"
 
So, small critique. There is no such thing as an Imperial Army and Imperial Navy right now. Instead there's just the Imperial Army, I'll call them them the Imperialis Auxilia. It's under this force that all terrestrial, void-borne and the in-between forces are organised. It's only after the Horus Heresy that they are split into the Imperial Army/Guard and Imperial Navy (Navis Imperialis). Not a big thing, and indeed it would be accurate in some propaganda History books which try to paint over the Heresy and it's aftershocks.

Good story apart from the nitpick, keep it up!
yeah, a lot of folk pointed that out on space battles, haha and I will do that!

So does Tanya just not know about the Space Marines whole super resistance to disease? ("They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them") and the Larraman's Organ?
more just being overly careful you can know about something and still think better be careful just in case.
 
Chapter 23
Chapter 23, Wolf Fight






Kori Bretakollrsson


"WAAGH!!!" came the screams as another wave of Orks came running across the killzone that we were currently facing. These creatures gave no consideration to their losses and seemed more interested in the act of dying for the chance to fight than to fight themselves.

Didn't help that they apparently had armored vehicles in spades. Makeshift tanks of all sizes, colors, and designs rolled across the killzone. They didn't make it to our lines thankfully since we had more than enough anti-armor weapons but when they died they left plenty of wrecks that the Orks would then use to get their charges ever closer to our position.

At the current rate they would hit us and go into melee combat probably in the next 20 minutes. Which would probably be a great fight… If our orders were not to hold this position in order to save the town behind us from being overrun by the Orks.

This operation was not what we had expected when we came to the Wheel of Fire's periphery. We had been told at Terra that we would be on the attack and hunting Orks in their own space and that was what we were hoping for. but when we arrived the Iron Warriors had told us that the situation was well in the hand, that all we needed to do was take the first planet in the chain and that the Orks would be sealed up inside the Wheel of Fire.

Obviously that was not true as, when we began preparing to seal up the entrance, word came that several Ork attacks had taken place on the planets behind us. Planets that should have been negotiating themselves into the Imperium thanks to Lord Russ's rescuing of their civilians 3 weeks ago.

This would not stand for our Lord as this showed a weakness in our abilities to defend the people. It implied that the Imperium could not defend them from the Orks they were trying to leave.

In response, Lord Russ had broken the legion in half. We left half our forces with the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Army to keep the main entrance and exit out of the Wheel of Fire closed up while the other half had split into separate chapters to try and hunt down these rogue Orks. I would assume, based on the strategy which left her personal chapter or enlarged company ready to redeploy at any target, that she was working under the assumption that maybe these Orks went on their raids before the door was closed and just needed to be wiped out. Thus we were deployed in such a way as to draw them into fights while her main force stood ready to land and destroy them, which is why we were here holding this line as the Orks kept pushing us.

Hopefully though Lord Russ would arrive soon as things are getting a little bit close to the village and it looked like they were bringing up artillery pieces now that our sights were obscured by the overgrown wrecks they had called tanks. If this village had been on a hilltop we probably wouldn't have that much of a worry but unluckily enough this village had been built on the edges of a massive river system in very low lands. If anything we were in a dip in the ground, giving the Ork units the ability to shoot into our lines from an angle.

There were a few things I considered may have been possible mistakes but bringing along the Valkyries, as some of my brothers in the Astartes had started coining Tanya's personal shieldmaidens, as a support staff was not one of them.

They not only helped fill out the line of 400 Astartes with about 800 of themselves but they often were carrying shovels and went immediately to work digging trenches. Mars had basically refused to issue Astartes-sized shovels to the legion, implying that materials were best spent on other things. However they had no problem supplying regular shovels to the Valkyries, due to them being humans and considered as just a form of the Imperial Army specific to Fenris.

If not for their ability to dig with their shovels, and share the shovels they had with us, we would be in a bit of a bind. Standing out pretty much in the open, bar whatever sandbags we could put up, was not my idea of a good place to stand against armor. Instead, we now had a bit of trenchwork around the town.

Obviously we were meant for offensive operations but we were figuring out how to do defensive work nonetheless. It may gall us that we were just standing here, only shooting at things as they got closer, but we knew what was coming.

Sooner or later Lord Russ would arrive and would bring with her a hail of gunfire and brothers to fight the Orks in the field. That would be the moment when we could charge out there and deal the finishing blow and rip these Orks apart.

Just had to be patient, something that had been beaten into us during Tanya's training on Fenris. An experience I would not soon forget…

Wasn't too often you were dumped into the woods, nearly naked and alone, and told to work your way to civilization alone or find your fellow brothers who had been dumped alone too and work together to do it.

It might have been one week of that and there had been hundreds of other exercises to deal with, getting to learn the physical feats we could muster. From hiking through the mountains under artillery fire to wrestling the Ice Fiends in their den, every Space Marine on this line had done acts of great valor and deeds worthy of legend in their training alone. The overarching goal however had been simple: teach us patience, give us the ability to follow orders and know when it was time to spring the proper charge. That charge would come soon enough, I could feel it, though I was starting to worry about our ammunition reserves. We had sent out a call for supplies about 30 minutes ago so the other groups of Space Marines on the planet should either be mustering reinforcements or supplies for us and sending them via Stormeagle or Stormbird.

As if my thoughts had conjured such a ship into being one came over the horizon, its guns blazing. It fired into the Orks as it flew over and didn't even stop to make a complete landing. instead, I saw Marines tossing out boxes of ammunition from its back as it made a low pass over the back lines. I would have preferred not to have nearly had a full ammo pack for my Vulture bounce a few feet and nearly take my head off but then again if the choice was between getting ammo or not getting ammo… I'd take the ammo. Besides, it wouldn't kill us. Might kill the Valkyries, though the fact that most of the Space Marines near them had immediately covered them with their arms to protect them generally spoke well of that not happening.

Well, its flyover did provide us supplies. It was not a lot but it probably bought us another hour or two. Hopefully more would arrive soon I thought as I watched the craft leave, avoiding the fire of the Orks who were attempting to shoot it down.

My thoughts were interrupted as Bjorn came up to my side, clapping me on the shoulder and saying. "Hell of a day for a good fight." I turned to look at him and could almost see his smile through his helmet as he looked across the field of dead and dying Orks, their tanks burning out here and there from plasma and auto gunfire.

"Good day but we're going to need a lot of help to try and clean this up," I mused, looking at the field. I knew that without volkite weapons, which were rare still, these Ork wrecks were just going to be piles of mushroom clusters for the next generation. We would need to go out there and burn them all to the ground, which would require a cleanup operation that could take weeks. Thank goodness the Primarch had managed to swing a deal with the Mechanicus and armed the Valkyries with some flamethrowers. That would make the job a bit easier but it would still take time.

Bjorn nodded his head but smiled and said, "It may take a while to clean up but the fighting we're going to do now will be worth the mess we'll have to clean up later. Besides, I think the enemy is starting to slow down."

"Really? why do you say that?" I asked. The enemy formation seemed to be still pretty much still throwing its easily expendable elements at our lines.

"Used to be 10 Orks a squad, now it's down to like five or six to a squad.

"You been keeping count of how many Orks there were in each squad that has charged our lines? Sure you don't have a little Tanya in you?"

Bjorn let out a belly laugh before holding his chin with his hands and saying, "I'm pretty sure I don't, this mug is not pretty enough to be a Tanya. Besides my hair color is wrong, need to be blonde to be a Tanya after all."

I shook my head before saying "Oh? Have you not seen Mackenzie Buckle over in the logistics department? Guy's got hair black as night but his face is totally Tanya's if you cut off the beard."

"Huh… he must stick out like a sore thumb in the logistics department, everyone knows everyone there is blonde."

"Geneseed genetics, who knows how they work"? I mused, "There's more than one kind magic, I think. I've seen in the runes the priest to call upon the spirits of the wind or whatever they call their magic."

Bjorn nodded before saying, "But back to the point, sending half the men they used to. Which to me means they're either down to half the men they had or they're running out of men they're willing to throw away on these charges. I think they're going to stop attacking us soon and maybe try and hold out till night and try something."

"I mean, they can try. But I think we're pretty much dug in here, and night will just mean that we'll have more ammunition coming in. I'm sure unless the other Wolves of Fenris elements on the planet are as engaged as we are, they'll find some way to get some supplies to us. Hopefully with fewer possibilities of dropping a bolter on someone's head and killing them."

"Already are, from what I've heard from Commander Svæin Isisson. They're going to use the river system to bring ammunition up, apparently they have a very good logistics network here on this planet. Lots of canals and man-made rivers connecting hundreds of waterways, allowing them to pretty much transfer supplies across the planet. Guess when you only have one major ocean and a bunch of small lakes you get to do things like that."

I chuckled, "Reverse Fenris then. Wish there were some mountains around here though, this is a terrible place to fight a battle and they can basically throw a barrel full of explosives from half a mile at us and hit us without issue."

"Yeah, Captain Oystæin Boesson has been complaining about that a lot, says that we need artillery here for counter-battery fire but we don't have it so we're going to have to depend on the Air Force when they get into orbit, whenever that is."

"They'll probably arrive with Lord Russ, which will make this whole conflict a bit of a haphazard win. Nonetheless, she'll bring what stores of Volkite weapons we have and we should be able to knock these monstrous green bastards back off the planet."

Bjorn started to nod then held the side of his head, listening to a communication from somewhere."

"What in the Frozen hills? Orks are inside the town."

"What?" I said, confused, as I sat up. "How could they get inside the town, we have that whole place surrounded."

"I don't know but there's reports of fires and explosions and a request for aid." He looked off towards the town for a moment before he said, "Orders just came in were being redeployed to deal with it." Looking to the Valkyries, he said, "Tell your commanding officers here to hold the line even as we pull out. We'll return once the situation in the town is dealt with."

The nearest Valkyrie, a blonde-haired green-eyed one, snapped off a smart salute before saying, "Give the Orks hell, son of Russ."

Bjorn smiled and nodded, returning the salute, "Will do," Before he pulled himself into one of the trenches that led back into the town, running at max speed, I and the other Space Marines of this squad following close behind.

As we got closer to the town I saw not only the damage that had been expected, explosions on the edges of the town, destroyed buildings, and fires but there was also smoke coming from the center of the town and the sounds of fighting from what was unmistakably melee combat.

We pushed ourselves hard and soon found ourselves in the town, finding somewhere North of 60 Orks. Some wore flamethrowers, others just held explosives or their own versions of bolt rifles and any other weapon they could find. They were wearing armor painted purple as they destroyed and exploded, killed and maimed, murdered and shanked to their hearts' delight.

In the center of the formation was one Ork wearing a purple cloak, carrying what looked like a bolt pistol and a hastily constructed chain ax. "Ah, look wot we got ere boyz: a bunch uv dese super-humiez have kome ta play." He called, pointing in the direction of our squad of 20 Space Marines.

"You know wot ta do, boyz." He roared as several of the flamethrower-holding Orks stepped up and unleashed waves of fire in our direction. Thankfully most of us had our helmets close at hand and had quickly shoved them on since we were going into close-quarter combat. One of the men gave no damn about the fact his beard was set on fire as he rushed through the flames, drawing his oversized knife and getting into a fist fight with a flamethrower-wielding Ork. He tackled it over, punching it repeatedly and trying to stab its eyes out. one of the other Orks turned his own flamethrower on him and his friend but didn't get a chance to put too much of a consecutive beam of flame on our squadmate. We all brought up our bolters and started unleashing hell on the enemy formation, causing them to scatter as a good portion of the flamethrowers went down or exploded in fiery deaths.

Then a lot of us pushed further into the town square but that was apparently what the enemy Orks were expecting, proving that this lot was a lot smarter.

The windows behind us opened up and shoota fire came out. Lots of it just pinged off armor although a few of my fellow squad mates died under the surprise attack, the rounds catching them in weak places in the back armor. What had been a simple operation to get us in contact with the enemy had quickly sprung out of control as we were now surrounded by the enemy. using our shoulder pad armor for all its worth we formed up into a circle and started to fire into the houses under enemy control and into various alleyways where the Orks had been hiding. In the center of our formation, looking pissed off even with his helmet on, Bjorn was trying to contact anyone in command to get more troops and help get us out of this spot. After a moment all he did was shake his head and yell "Someone's cut all the communications in and out of the town. The bastards have organized this thing."

"Oh great, smart Orks." I mused as a burst ricocheted off my shoulder pad, "Hopefully the fact that we're not in communication will warn someone that something's gone wrong in the town. How did these things get in here?"

My question was answered as underneath my foot a metal plate was pushed up in the street. Stepping back I watched as the plate was moved out of the way and an Ork started to come out, then looked shocked at where he was.

"Ohhh… that's why he said to get ou at number three," The Ork managed to say before I shot it full of bolter rounds, splattering us and the Orks bellow. Pulling a grenade off my belt I threw it down the tunnel before shoving the panel back in place. I stepped back and that proved to be the right decision. I had considered holding the thing down with my foot, which apparently would have been the bad decision as I would have gone from cripple to normal to crippled again if I had. The explosion of a grenade was not that great but whatever was in those tunnels was apparently a lot more powerful. The panel in front of me, as well as a large number of panels around the square and down the streets in various directions, went flying off as fire jetted out into the sky.

Turning to Bjorn, I asked, "You think those in charge saw that happen?"

Bjorn shook his head before saying "I think the Alfather himself saw that happen. You'd have to be blind to miss dozens of columns of fire shooting 60 feet into the air."

"Well, good. I think all that's left is to survive then," I concluded, going back to shooting my gun at the Orks that were attempting to overwhelm us with gunfire.

The one Ork with the purple cape appeared on top of a nearby building and yelled, "Surrenda now, humies! I have yer surrounded, yer lives are worth more ta me 'n da mines dan dead." The answer was basically every Marine that could shoot in that direction trying to blow his brains out of his head. He had ducked down immediately behind cover of the building though, guaranteeing that he survived a little bit longer.

As we prepared to take the next withering rounds of fire I pointed off to our left and said, "That building is not putting out as much fire as the rest, I think there are less enemies in it."

Bjorn nodded and ordered, "Then let's clear it out!" Grabbing the more wounded Marines we performed a fighting retreat towards the building, trying to cover each other best as we could under the withering fire of the Ork shootas.

I was the first one to the door and kicked it off its hinges, sending an Ork that had been hiding behind it across the room to smack into a staircase. I quickly put two bursts into its head before moving further into the building, killing another Ork that had been shooting out a window. Gunfire rang out as Space Marines quickly occupied the architecture of the building, killing the Orks and taking their gun positions for ourselves.

The building was a mix of brick and wood, not the greatest material as a defensive structure but better than being out in the open… as long as they didn't have any more flamethrowers, that was. If they did, well… things would get toasty, that's for sure. Which was one reason why we needed to be sure to clean out the place and keep the enemy quite far away from the building.

The Orks for their part stopped retreating and immediately did what Orks always do: charge. Purple-wearing Orks rushed toward our position out of alleyways and various hiding positions, wielding axes and shooters as they came. We gave those the answer they deserved, lashing away with our bolters as they rushed our position. This quickly discouraged the Orks that remained in hiding from coming out.

"Do you think they're falling back?" I asked Bjorn, as there seemed to be a lull in the battle.

"Definitely regrouping," he said as we watched an Ork pull one of its mates, one who had lost its lower half, into the shadows of the alleyway.

Looking out the same window I shrugged, "What's with all the purple? I've seen them wear red and yellow before but I don't think I've seen them wear purple."

Bjorn shrugged. "I don't know what or how these Xenos think. All I know is they need to die and we need help or we're going to be overrun and killed. Leif Audgislisson, did you get the radios working again?" he queried, turning to one of the Marines with more of a technical background unbeknownst to me. Apparently he had been given an order to work on the problem as he had pulled his helmet off and was currently using some sort of tool to try and manipulate wires inside the radio.

"Trying to increase power to the signal but it's just… whatever they're using to block out the signals is too strong, Bjorn."

"Damn. Well, we got to hope someone saw the explosion then." Bjorn muttered as I looked out the window, watching the Orks. they were a lot more still there than we had thought. They were moving between buildings, obviously preparing for another round of fighting.

It was at this moment I felt something I only felt once before, something whose meaning I knew right away. The presence of a cold logic, evaluating what was before them before springing into action in a terribly swift attack, as if a predator was striking its unsuspecting prey.

Looking around I could tell that every Marine in the room felt it. After all we all had taken part in the attack on the planet of Icrinda, and we felt something very similar there. Looking to Bjorn I saw he was smiling as he said "Russ is coming."

At that moment there was a massive thud in front of the house that was facing us, causing everyone to look through the windows to see what just happened.

Standing in a small depression in the stone walkway that made up the street was the Lord of Wolves. In one hand they were carrying a bolter and a massive chainsword in the other. I looked across the field at the Orks who had been preparing for another charge. In fact, they had just stepped out of their hiding places.

There was a bit of stunned silence as the Wolf Lord Primarch looked across the field at the Orks gathering there for another attack. Then she was moving. Faster than most eyes could keep up she was across the field and in front of the nearest Ork, blowing its brains out with her bolter before slashing her blade down into another. The Orks tried to turn on her but at that moment the Stormeagles she jumped from made itself known again, unloading its fire as more Marines began dropping down from its holds. They quickly spread out and encircled our building, firing at any Orks that tried to come out of hiding. Another Stormeagle came to a very low pass to land in the nearby square, its doors rolling open on their own before hordes of Fenrisian wolves were unleashed into the plaza. They immediately got to work hunting down the Orks, their superior hunting senses allowing them to find and dig out any Orks that were attempting to hide.

A few apothecaries broke their way into the building to check over the wounded before Bjorn, seeing that the situation was under control, called. "Alright, boys! We're not going to let the Primarch and their Varagyr get all the fun, are we? Let's go."

There was a round of agreeing sounds as everyone, including myself, followed Bjorn into the street to charge at the house where the leader of these Orks had last been seen. Bjorn most likely wanted to hunt him down since he was the obvious candidate for the architect of this attack.

Of course Ork fire was coming directly at us as we charged, bullets pinging off our helmets and shoulder pads, but that was not going to stop our counter assault. Several of our brothers were now severely wounded, possibly on the verge of dying and we wanted to vent. There would be only one payment acceptable for our vengeance, that would be the Ork's blood.

Bjorn was the first one into the building, smashing through with his shoulder. He unloaded a few rounds into the nearest Ork, followed by myself. I covered him as we moved further in while Leif Audgislisson came behind us and shot into the room next to us as some Ork tried to come around the corner and side-swipe us. As one, our unit began to clear the building room by room, a few men going upstairs to deal with the second floor as we searched for the architect of this monstrosity.

He did not deign appear, unfortunately. He probably moved on, I thought, but we were not going to risk him hiding somewhere so we just started smashing the place up.

Outside we could hear the fire slowly dying out as what Orks were in the city either died or were forced to retreat further away from the square, no doubt searching for a new redoubt from which to cause us harm or just harm the people of this town.

As I kicked in the back door of the house to start looking into the next house over a pair of wolves rushed past, having apparently tracked something into this building and out the back. As I watched the beasts jumped on two Orks, tearing at their faces. The pair had apparently been busy with what could best be described as a giant rocket. They had been assembling it there, for some reason or another, and had their backs turned to me when we came out here.

Raising my gun I thought about trying to get a shot past the wolves into the boyz but they seemed to be dying well enough, might as well save the ammunition and not risk annoying the wolves.

Looking past the massacre, though I finally saw the bastard responsible for this. The Ork was fastening something onto the rocket, his purple cape blowing in the wind as he turned in my direction.

""Ahh, hummie… must say, dat was a gud showz! I thought we had ya smash until dat big hummie showed up. 'dat was someth'n I had not 'pected but, ah… ya live, ya learn."

I raised my bolter and fired two shots, expecting to see him splatter across the rocket in gore. Instead the Ork simply pulled a smaller green creature out from its cloak and held it in front of him. It took the bolts, splattering him in the little creature's guts.

"Dirty diev'n bastard! I was told da damn grotz was supposed ta take five rounds, easy." He grumbled, before bowing to me and saying, "well, I gave yer 'da chances uv surrenda. Will ya at least give me 'da chance ta do 'da same?"

I will admit that was not what I was expecting to come out of his mouth and I was not prepared for it. I lowered my gun without intent, actually having to think about that.

"ah, dank yer. Dank yer for at least konsider'n it. Well let me introduce myself: I am Drkshdow, an today will be da day dat yer nearly got me."

Nearly as soon as he had confused me the Ork smashed its foot down on something. A moment later the rocket behind it started throwing fire into the ground and took off, straight up at first but then a little bit of a curve and as it went up. The Ork went with it as it held on tight to the side of the rocket, laughing all the way.

I watched with some… no, with many layers of confusion as the rocket slowly made a turn away from the city and took the Ork out of gunfire range faster than I could think to do anything about it.

A moment later Bjorn came out of the house. He looked around at the dead Orks and scorch marks on the ground before asking, "What the hell just happened?" I shook my head, not sure how to respond to that, before simply saying "DrkShdow got away."

"Who?" Bjorn asked, looking at me with as much confusion as I felt.

I shrugged in response, "The Ork commando leader, I guess," not really having a good answer since the creature had managed to escape.

Bjorn simply shrugged, then said, "Well, I think we've managed to kill off the ones in this house. Let us see what's over in the next one."

Nodding my agreement I followed him to the next house. Together we breached the front door and cleared the immediate area, finding nothing but civilians hiding in pantry cupboards.

Not wanting to spend time trying to assure them we simply moved on, ignoring them and moving on to the next house where there were actually two Orks pinned down from the other side as they had been surrounded.

We broke in and with some fancy ax work dealt with them. Once It was under control we moved on into the middle of the street, looking around to see if we could find the next area of concern that needed to be dealt with. Instead, we were treated to the show of an Ork being punted out of an alleyway and smashing its head directly into a solid brick wall. Out of the alleyway, covered in Ork gore, came our Primarch. Apparently her gun was jammed because she had simply attached it to her side and was using the chainsword to cut through an Ork that had tried to escape.

Said Ork toppled over in two, the top half still trying to drag itself away even as Lord Russ moved on to the one she had punted and smashed its head in with a good downward motion of their power-footed boots. Once that beast was dead and stopped moving they turned to the one that was trying to crawl away and revved up the blade again before chopping it down into the Ork's head, sending gore splatters all over her again.

A pair of wolves came out of the alleyway, carrying the limbs of other Orks in their teeth as if they were their favorite chew toys. Our Primarch looked down at the wolves, took a knee, and patted both their heads before grabbing the limbs out of their mouths and tossing them down the street quite a distance. The pair of wolves perked up at her and then rushed after the foul meat, having no care in the world it seemed that this was an active battle zone.

Our Primarch started to turn towards our direction when a raven landed on her shoulder. I watched as it tapped a couple times on her shoulder pad, her head turning to look in his general direction as it did, before flying off. She nodded before turning and, seeing us, started walking in our direction as she put the sword back in place on her back.

"Good morning, gentlemen. Or is it evening? I didn't get a chance to check the clock," Our Primarch said as she pulled off her helmet. She let the breeze catch her hair a bit and gave it a shake then, holding the helmet under her arm, she looked at us and said. "Sorry for the late arrival. That place was not the only attack we had to deal with on this planet, or even this sector. I think we can conclusively say that the Orks have a way out of the Wheel of Fire that was missed, which means we're going to have to go in. But that's high level issues," she said, waving it off. "How did things go here?"

Bjorn gave the sign of the Aquila before pulling off his helmet and answering "Things go well, my Primarch, we are holding the line. A little bit of a close call but we are holding.

"Excellent, excellent. Means we won't have much more issues once the Air Force starts pounding the enemies outside the lines, then we can work on trying to figure out how they're getting out of the containment." She would have continued her statement but she stopped when she saw me pulling off my own helmet and said, "I know you."

A bit stunning that she recognized me, I said, "Yes, my Primarch," and I was about to say more when she continued, "Give me a moment."

She held her free right hand to her forehead for a second before saying, "Kori Bretakollrsson, king of the other side of the continent, was it not?"

"Yes, my king!" I replied, in shock that she even remembered me. We hadn't had that many conversations and that was nearly two decades ago. I had not even talked to her when I'd signed up for the procedure, I didn't see the use of it, and if I didn't see the use… I doubted she would.

"Excellent!" she said, slapping my shoulder warmly and spreading a bit of her Ork gunk all over the side of my armor. "Always was wondering what you'd make of yourself, good to see you here with the Wolves and carving your legend into the stars."

I smiled and nodded my head in thanks before answering, "Thank you, my friend. It is an honor to serve in your legion and to, as you say, write my name in the stars."

Turning to Bjorn she asked, "You are?"

"Bjorn of Tra, my Lord King. It's an honor to serve in your legion as well."

Russ nodded before putting her hand on his shoulder in turn, adding a bit of more gore to his already covered body. "It's an honor to have you in my legion, Bjorn. I saw a bit of the combat on my way down, excellent job thinking on your feet and dealing with the situation as it came up. We need capable commanders like you in the legion."

"Thank you, my Lord," Bjorn replied, giving her a bow.

Nodding her approval she flipped above us but said, "Keep up the good work, men. I have a feeling you two will make it into my Varagyr, if you keep performing with excellent qualities as you've done today. Just remember: follow your orders, try and keep the civilians from getting too roughed up, and kill the monsters that would harm them."

"Yes, my Primarch!" we answered in unison, giving salutes as she turned to walk away. She stopped to pet one of her wolves that had come up with an Ork's arm, grabbing it and tossing it off again, the wolf chasing after it as she did.

Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding I turned and saw Bjorn looking at me with a smug smirk. "What?" I asked, confused, before he clapped his arm around my shoulders

"Brother, have I ever told you you're a good luck charm? Both times we've seen action has resulted in us being in range to see the Primarch. Not only that the second time she comes to our rescue and she knows you? The Allfather is looking out for you I can feel it. And I'm going to make sure I stay close to you, my friend, and get as much benefit out of that as possible."

I shook my head and laid out a laugh before saying, "Well you can do that as much as you want, we're still both stuck in the lower ranks. Come on, let's go finish searching the town for Orks."

"Alright, let's do that."








Tanya Russ

I chuckled inside my helmet as I stood in the cargo area of the Hrafnkel as several of my shield maidens used what amounted to fire hoses to blow the Ork gunk off my armor.

I swear those creatures exploded into gore and guts more than you would have found in a Bethesda game. Or maybe I just let my blood get up a bit sometimes? I did feel sort of a combat high every time I fought, one that seemed really satisfying. I didn't really give it much thought since most of the time I had to think about the moral situation but well, we were fighting Orks, I didn't have to think too much about the moral situation.

Yes, they were sentient creatures like humans. But obviously they were not good for civilization, They were a species that enslaved other species and willingly wasted useful resources such as intelligence and traded it for mere brute labor. Not to mention their penchant for war and destruction meant that they couldn't really build, could they? Not unless it was for bringing death and destruction to millions of people, which again was wasting human resources on a scale that I found insulting. It was probably almost close to the numbers of people who died under communism. Almost being operative, it was very possible commies still held the record as I didn't know what had come after my death in my first world. The fact of the matter was Marx had done a great job in setting the record, to a point that I doubted even Orks could intentionally hit.

Pulling my blade off my back I held it in front of me as two shield maidens directed the water cannon at it. Thankfully the blade itself was water-resistant so I simply turned it a couple times, allowing the water to get into every nook and cranny and making sure that it would also be cleaned of the Ork gunk.

The shield maidens were standing a good 5 ft away from me, trying not to spray each other with the blasts I think. Although the fact that some of them had stripped down into some rather light clothing and were having as much fun as proverbial American television implied girls did at a car wash could imply that I was wrong about them not trying to get each other soaked.

If I wasn't in a sour mood I might have a bit more fun as well, enjoying what I was seeing, but at the moment I just focused on what was on my schedule after this. Obviously the Orks had a way in and out of the Wheel of Fire that we still didn't know about, which meant the idea of maybe simply sealing it off was not going to work. No, I would have to direct the legion in and then find the enemy. Once we found a location to lay siege to I'd call in the Iron Warriors' legion to help us out, or at least give us a bit of teaching on how to lay siege since they were reportedly pretty good at that.

An unfortunate thing but something that we need to be done. This region of space would not be at peace until the Orks were dealt with and they could only be dealt with by my men going into the Wheel of Fire. There was no ifs, ands, or butts, that must be it which meant we were probably going to take a lot of losses.

Shaking my head I noticed that the shield maidens had finished their job and were trying to turn off their hoses. Nodding my approval I pulled off my helmet, taking in a breath of the recycled air of the ship. not bad but not as enjoyable as the air that I had been breathing on the planet below. "Fierce, Cunning," I called the two wolves who were still chewing on Ork bones that they had gathered during the fight. They ran up to me and I petted them on the head before looking to the shield maidens, saying. "These two had a bit too much fun down there. Make sure to clean them up good, got it?"

The shield maidens immediately gave salutes and replied in choral, "Yes, my king," giving off an air of professionalism, one that I quite enjoyed as I turned to walk away. The fact that they immediately went to talk, as was expected from people when they are chatting with dogs, did not annoy me as I was leaving. Fierce and Cunning would have to put up with it though, they had been covered in Ork gunk as much as me. All the wolves had. If the battles were going to be this messy I was going to need to set up a procedure for cleaning every single piece of equipment, not to mention the possibility of contamination from Ork spores could cause Orks to grow up anywhere we went if we didn't decontaminate everything.

More things to add to my list of objectives. I needed to get to working on this coming attack into the Wheel of Fire. Shaking my head I continued on my way down the hallway until I found the door that led to my quarters. Quickly typing in the code I entered and took a seat on a chair meant to stand the weight of my armor and myself. Getting the armor off myself was a chore but I could at least get some of the extremities off, bringing my arms and hands out from the metal around them and allowing my fingers to do dexterous tasks such as filling out the orders that needed to be filled out.

And pressing my button that would summon a few of the shield maidens trained in helping me get this armor off.

Putting my armored gloves down on the floor, I pulled my sword off my back before putting it down on the table and then reached for my bolter rifle and laid it on the same table. They had both been cleaned but it was only a surface-level thing. We needed to take them apart and make sure every piece of equipment was well oiled and gunk free before the next fight. That being said, first things first, I carefully removed the magazine of the bolterand manipulated the pieces to eject the round in the chamber without firing it.

Now, safe I double-checked, never know when something weird would happen with a weapon of war. Just because I had ejected a round from the chamber didn't mean somehow there was not a round stuck somewhere. You can have the most well-engineered weapon in the world and mistakes will still happen. Once I was sure that it was safe as could be I reached under my table and pulled out a kit for taking apart my gun. Yes, I could send my weapon down to the gunsmiths in the logistics department to do it but I felt it was my duty to do at least do some of the work myself.

Couldn't leave all the work to the Iron Priests, after all. That denomination seemed to have followed me from Fenris as, apparently, it was just so ingrained in the culture of the Fenrisians that those who work with Iron are the Iron Priests. Thus those who worked with keeping weapons in good condition became Iron Priest in their minds. That and the Mechanicus had recruited heavily from the Iron Priests because they had the initial skill set, so they were now totally going to be called the Iron Priests across my legions and auxiliaries. I was seeing similar situations develop amongst the other organizations that were recruiting from the priesthoods that made up Fenrisian spiritual orders. The Apothecaries were often called Wolf Priests as much as medics. And those of a psyker persuasion were slowly just being called the Rune Priests.

I was glad that they didn't actually worship anything, instead seeing stuff as more of spiritualism. Although I guess you could say they worshiped the AI that was the Alfather, but as long as it didn't get too bad or they tried to spread it as a real religion-

My thoughts were interrupted as the doors to my room opened, revealing three shield maidens I knew very well.

Helga Arndottir, a blonde woman who had good upper body strength and was very adept at getting the chest armor off.

Turid Ulfketildottir, a red-headed woman with… I believe the term 'wide tracts of land' might have been heard once or twice while on Fenris, used by some of the male nobles referring to women with similar body shapes. I swear it was older though, I heard it before.

And the third was Maria Hæfnirdottir, a brunette woman who had great dexterity with dealing with some of the latches on the leg armor.

"Evening, girls," I said with a smile. "Need a little help getting this armor off."

The three giggling shield maidens bowed and all greeted me with "Good evening Primarch. We're here at your service," before they walked over. Pulling a workbench open behind me they grabbed the tools to unscrew certain areas of the armor so they could get me out of it. I simply leaned back in my chair and gave them access to all the bolts they had to work on.

Hands steady, they removed the pieces of armor. Before long my chest area was finally free, which allowed me to breathe a little bit easier. The measurements apparently had not been quite right, either that or I just was a lot more top-heavy than the armor had been designed for. One thing about Fenris that I was somewhat thankful for now, all these years later, was that culturally it was expected for a king to have a harem of women at their beck and call for whatever reason necessary. Though that reason tended to be more carnal, which I made plenty of use of, it was nice just to have someone to help me with armor that wouldn't end up staring at my body. Though if that was because they had seen it before or because they were women was up in the air.

Maria Hæfnirdottir leaned across my chest and was helping me to undo my shoulder pads, her face not too far from mine, and I considered moving this from a simple armor removal job to something more intimate. It had been a while after all and I had worked up a bit of energy that could be expended in an enjoyable manner. But something prevented that moment from coming to pass.

"You know, if you studied your curriculum as much as you womanized we could probably build an entire second Astronomicon on Fenris in the next decade. That would help with expanding The crusade quite a bit."

Standing in the doorway, looking at me and the three shield maidens on top of me, stood Malcador. He had apparently decided that privacy was not meant for Primarchs. Again.

Shaking my head at the comment I chuckled before saying, "That might be held a kernel of truth but I believe in human-Primarch relations, it helps keep me grounded and working to help my fellow man improve their lot in the galaxy."

The first Lord of Terra laughed at that, walking into the room, giving no damn to the fact that I wore only the bodysuit required for under the armor and some leg armor.

"That's some good speech work, I'll give you that. If I didn't know who you were and how you thought I might even believe that line of logic."

"Why, thank you," I said with a smile, already preparing my defenses for what I was expecting to come.

"Of course we both know that's not really why you keep yourself entertained like this." Immediately after he said that his eyes glowed a bit and I felt the poking presence of his psychic abilities trying to enter my mind. I felt him search for some faults that he could use to pierce into my consciousness and see what I was thinking about.

I did my best to keep him out, blocking as hard as I could and erecting a second barrier just under the first in my mental war. I fully intended to keep him out even in case he broke through.

After a moment the assault ended and I could breathe easier again as I felt the pressure lessening on my defenses.

"Well, that's good. You did improve," Malcaador said, giving the faintest indication of praise. Before continuing by saying, "We may need to get some proper psychic equipment to move your training along. We'll see if I can have the Mechanicus set something up for you here.".

I nodded before saying, "Hopefully it won't take too long for something like that to come in, we're most likely going into the Wheel of Fire soon and everything here will have to wait."

"Ah… unfortunate. Then I guess the Iron Warriors' hope that the Orks would not have another way out of the system appears to be a mistaken one?"

I nodded my agreement before I really understood the words and turn to them saying "you already suspected, didn't you?"

Speaking a little bit louder to be heard over the mechanical tools as the girls worked on getting the leg armor off me, he said, "Orks are many things but they're not ones to let themselves be easily contained. The planet Icrina was obviously an easy draw, a way to make sure that any army that tried to assault them would go there instead of searching for other exits. A trap but not one that they were able to spring yet at least."

"As such, I've already taken action to try and rectify the situation. To get this campaign back on track I have directed the Star Hunters to do a second pass and watch for Orks fleeing from this battle. We'll see if we can't find the way they are coming in and out, then hit them in their back lines."

I smiled at that, nodding my agreement, "Perfect. Not only will it close down one more route they're using to get in and out of the Wheel of Fire, who knows where that back line will pop out. If we're lucky maybe it'll get us closer to the core of their empire."

"And you can then perform one of your excellent decapitation actions that you are so known for. Removing the Ork leadership would do wonders in making the campaign last half as long."

I tipped my head in thought and said "Most of the times, when I've removed leadership for the wolves and people of Fenris… I have tended to inherit that leadership. We're not going to have to deal with something like that amongst the Orks, right?

Malcador shook his head, saying, "No, no. Orks don't tend to take leaders outside their own kind. No, they'll simply start fighting over the leadership. They'll kill each other to try to determine who is their new ruler, which will work in your favor as you could then target the more powerful Orks and take them out."

Nodding, I said, "Divide and conquer. Old tactic but not a bad one… We may even actually be able to run a defeat in detail campaign, considering they've got their army spread out amongst the worlds of the Wheel of Fire."

"Exactly," Malcador said with a nod. "All you need to do is find the weak points and strike where you can. The Imperial Army will try and keep the Orks spread out and unable to get their forces together for a single attack."

I felt a migraine try to grip my head and I sat back in the chair, lifting my legs so the shield maidens could pull the armor boots off.

"Alright, then. Well I think we have a plan: wait for the Star Hunters to find the way in, go in, find out where exactly that leads us in, attack their leadership if possible, and depend on the Iron Warriors to hold the front door shut so we can just raid the Orks until we're done cleaning them up."

"That about sums it up." Malcador said, going on to add, "By the way the Squats are not enjoying just hanging out in space. They have demanded that you allow them to join you in your attack into the Wheel of Fire, whenever that may be. Remember that we are trying to keep them happy and joining with the Imperium so bringing them along will serve us well."

I nodded my head before saying, "I have no problem with this. I want to see how they fight anyways, I imagine those armored trains are going to be invaluable in the coming fights."

I continued, "Aerial resupplying is good and all but having something on the ground to use as a command center is going to be important, I feel. If Orks have had plenty of time to build up these worlds then I would not be surprised if they have more anti-air hidden than we will be able to find."

Malcador nodded his approval before getting up and saying, "Well, with that discussed, I believe this conversation is at an end." He started to walk towards the door before stopping and saying, "One more thing though. I know your job is going out there, fighting monsters, and killing enemy leaders. I know you need time to take off and relax. Just remember not to become too bloodthirsty in your fighting or too relaxed in your womanizing behaviors."

"It's better for everyone to have a little bit of moderation in everything as it's too easy to become stuck in bad behaviors, and opening yourself up to things that would not have the best intentions for the Imperium in mind. Do you understand basically what I'm trying to say?"

I raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out exactly what he was trying to say. It sounded like there was some sort of codded message he was trying to give without alerting the girls of what was going on. Or maybe he was not sure what I knew, but I think I understood the gist of it. I replied "Of course, Malcador. I won't overindulge in either work and afterwork behaviors."

He nodded his agreement before shutting the door behind him, leaving me alone with the girls and finally able to get some time to relax.






Writers note: alright, first of many long form battles I hope, and I hope this one dose well, Anyways we got are self 6000 words of fighting and 3000 of after battle Tanya, and Malcadore being snippy about doing her lessons. Which I managed to make lesson in chapter 24.






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