Departure of old friends.
Even before the servitor knocked on the heavy Adamantium door to his personal domain, the company master of the Imperial Fist 5th company Juron Katane knew it was there. His augmented hearing had picked up the metallic drumming rhythm of the servitors feet as it scurried down the long corridor of the Strike Cruiser Fist of Wrath.
“What is it?” posed the giant marine sitting in his chair. His red and blue heraldry starkly contrasting his bright yellow tactical dreadnought armour.
“News my lord, from the Master” came the reply from the harsh voice box.
“He has decreed that the 5th should depart immediately.”
Good thought Juron as he waved away the servitor. For weeks they had trained for this mission and now it was upon them. Inquisitor Lord Kryptman had petitioned the Imperial Fists for help after discovering a new Hive Fleet. This Behemoth was to be his first real test as master of the 5th and he savoured the thought of slaying the enemies of Him on Terra. Subconsciously he started to rub the small spider tattoo on his neck.
“Your do know it will always be there. Never disappearing, never changing, it’s part of who you are.” Said a voice from the doorway.
“I know Nathanial. It reminds me of a time long ago before this great duty and honour began. It reminds me that brotherhood is important. A place we can call home.”
“Well I thought Necromunda was a hell hole and I’m glad we escaped to this life” replied Nathanial Janus. “You will be ecstatic to hear that Lord Pugh has assigned my Terminator squad to your expedition. They are ready and willing to fight my old friend.”
“Ha“chuckled Juron. “Nathanial and Juron, back together again. It will be just like old times! My methodical planning and tactical awareness and you trying to get us killed!”
“Well not quite the same. Last time we had stub guns and very little training” he said laughing to himself. “Never the less, it will be a great honour to fight by your side once more brother.”
“Then prepare yourselves” said Juron rising to his feet “We leave today.”
The loading deck of the Phalanx was awash with the hustle and bustle of apparatus and troops as Commander Katane strode in. Gazing around at the organised bedlam he surveyed his armada from afar. Pride filled him as he saw how well things were coming together. Servitors buzzed to and fro, the loaders were stacking ammunition and supplies and the tanks were rolling up the embarkation ramps. Out the corner of his eye he spotted the ornamented figure of the Techmarine Axyrus striding towards him.
Even before the servitor knocked on the heavy Adamantium door to his personal domain, the company master of the Imperial Fist 5th company Juron Katane knew it was there. His augmented hearing had picked up the metallic drumming rhythm of the servitors feet as it scurried down the long corridor of the Strike Cruiser Fist of Wrath.
“What is it?” posed the giant marine sitting in his chair. His red and blue heraldry starkly contrasting his bright yellow tactical dreadnought armour.
“News my lord, from the Master” came the reply from the harsh voice box.
“He has decreed that the 5th should depart immediately.”
Good thought Juron as he waved away the servitor. For weeks they had trained for this mission and now it was upon them. Inquisitor Lord Kryptman had petitioned the Imperial Fists for help after discovering a new Hive Fleet. This Behemoth was to be his first real test as master of the 5th and he savoured the thought of slaying the enemies of Him on Terra. Subconsciously he started to rub the small spider tattoo on his neck.
“Your do know it will always be there. Never disappearing, never changing, it’s part of who you are.” Said a voice from the doorway.
“I know Nathanial. It reminds me of a time long ago before this great duty and honour began. It reminds me that brotherhood is important. A place we can call home.”
“Well I thought Necromunda was a hell hole and I’m glad we escaped to this life” replied Nathanial Janus. “You will be ecstatic to hear that Lord Pugh has assigned my Terminator squad to your expedition. They are ready and willing to fight my old friend.”
“Ha“chuckled Juron. “Nathanial and Juron, back together again. It will be just like old times! My methodical planning and tactical awareness and you trying to get us killed!”
“Well not quite the same. Last time we had stub guns and very little training” he said laughing to himself. “Never the less, it will be a great honour to fight by your side once more brother.”
“Then prepare yourselves” said Juron rising to his feet “We leave today.”
The loading deck of the Phalanx was awash with the hustle and bustle of apparatus and troops as Commander Katane strode in. Gazing around at the organised bedlam he surveyed his armada from afar. Pride filled him as he saw how well things were coming together. Servitors buzzed to and fro, the loaders were stacking ammunition and supplies and the tanks were rolling up the embarkation ramps. Out the corner of his eye he spotted the ornamented figure of the Techmarine Axyrus striding towards him.