The Emperor stood no the landing deck with Amon and Constatine at his side, watching his now ever loyal son board the Thunderhawk back to the Umbrea Insidior. “Do you think he will stay loyal? Amon asked. “Yes, now that I have blocked his ability of foresight,” replied the Emperor. “Curze does not understand how to use the gift of foresight, had I not removed that gift from him, he would have gone deeper into a depraved state.” The Thunderhawk now took off into the cold darkness of space. “What about the burning and torture of the people on Valarma II my lord? asked Constatin. “I shall leave Curze to do his job,” the Emperor now turned to his two Custodes. “By letting Curze do what he does best, when Horus turns against us, he will assume that Curze and the Night Lords will be an easy target, and most likely contact them last of all the other legions to join his side. When the time is right, I will call the Night Lords and they shall strike while Horus’s back is turned.” An instrument of death and destruction the Emperor thought to himself.
6 Weeks Later
“Brother Hiroshi! I want your heavy weapons squad on that hill to give Kenji Squad some fire cover!” roared Captain Haji of the First Company. “Yes Captain!” replied Hiroshi. “Right my brothers, up on that hill! Double time!” The second Astartes Legion, the Death Kings had battled ferociously for almost a month with the Xenos creatures that came to be known as Zamcas. This highly sophisticated race had humanoid shaped bodies but their heads resembled the look of Lions, with big golden manes. They were bigger of course than normal humans, their warriors were as large as a fully armoured Astartes but when a Zamcas Warrior had his full body armour on, his bulk was immense. Strong, ferocious and incredibly intelligent, they had decimated almost the entire Imperial Guard contingent that went with the Death Kings Legion.
Over three hundred thousand Imperial Guardsmen had been slaughtered within the first couple of weeks, they were over powered. The remaining soldiers were transported back to the 320th Fleet and the planet of the Zamcas designated Three Twenty Sixteen, the sixteenth planet to be conquered by the 320th expedition fleet had decided to do a full orbital bombardment of the planet. Huge cities of the Zamcas had been obliterated but there were still several strong points around the planet. The Death Kings had no choice but to put their full Legion to this campaign.
Over thirty thousand Astartes descended upon the planet, ready to crush the Xenos filth. As soon as Brother Hiroshi’s Devastator Squad got upon the high hill and launched their bombardment of the enemy lines, Kenji Assault Squad launched straight into the Enemy lines, with their lightning claws ready, they ripped into the Zamcas Warriors. Sergeant Tenchi of Kenji Squad went full throttle and rammed his lightning claws into two enormous Zamcas Warriors on either side of him and ripped them apart. The Death Kings specialised with close weapons combat, but using Heavy Weapons support to distract the enemy whilst their assault squads launched their close quarters attack. Sergeant Tenchi elbowed one Zamcas warrior in the face with his left arm, stunning the creature and then swung his right arm and stabbing the Zamcas with his lightning claws, the claws sliced through the top half the of warriors face, the head came apart cleanly. Despite the enormous size and sheer power of the Zamcas, the Death Kings were terribly swift.
They fought fluidly ducking and swerving with ease from the punches and claws of the Xenos warriors, the Zamcas warriors so far did not carry any hand to hand combat weapon but big massive assault rifles, bigger than an Astartes Boltgun. Kenji Squad tore through the Zamcas line with such ease, as the Xenos were tightly packed together, within moments the Zamcas were backing away and some even retreating back to their stronghold. Sergeant Tenchi was about to launch into the Zamcas again, when in front of him a bright light appeared out of no where, at first he thought someone had thrown a flash grenade to stun them, but within seconds Tenchi saw him… The “Shogun” Primarch of the second Legion. He called himself Ronin, the Masterless swordsman of TakaHama, the home planet of the Death Kings, the greatest warrior to have come from that Planet.
The Primarch stood there alone, clothed in his usual plain black armour. Unadorned by any trophies or insignia, lightning claws in hand, waiting for the enemy to come charging towards him, but for some reason none of the Zamcas moved, they stood to the spot unable to look away from the dark Primarch. Within a blink of an eye the Primarch had moved from being in front of Kenji Squad to breaking into the line of Zamcas. The Xenos warriors were being ripped apart in seconds, heads, arms, legs, torsos were flying everywhere. Thick crimson blood was spurting everywhere, the Primarch was drenched in it. Ten, twenty Zamcas warriors ripped apart within minutes. Kenji squad did nothing but stare in awe at the speed at which The Shogun was slaughtering his victims, for they were not foes for foes would actually put up some sort of fight, no these were victims unaware of their up and coming death, they did not even have time to raise their hands before the claws sunk deep into their limbs or torso and sliced right through.
“Kenji Squad!” Shouted Captain Haji through the vox channel, “Don’t just stand there help the Primarch, rip these Xenos filth into submission.” Captain Tenchi quickly regained his focus, “For Death and Glory” he shouted to his Brothers, and Kenji squad quickly regained their composure and joined in on the slaughtering. Within fourty minutes the battlefield was a swamp of blood, flesh, bones and hair. The stronghold of the Zamcas had several huge holes in its walls where the Imperial Army tanks had battered it with their Canons, the only Imperial army units left on the planet. The death figures of the Legion were counted, Two thousand Astartes dead, and three hundred and fifty two were injured. On the Zamcas side Twenty Thousand Zamcas warriors were littered all over the battlefield. None of their dead bodies were whole. Three hundred and Twenty Zamcas warriors were left alive, they were all lined up and on both knees, with their heads bowed. The Shogun paced up and down the line observing them as he passed. No one could make out what the Shogun was thinking, when he had his helm on. The Shogun then stopped in the middle of the line, “You are a brave species, I will give you that… however your defeat was inevitable.” None of the Zamcas looked up at the Primarch all keeping their eyes fixed firmly on the ground. The Zamcas had their own language, however they had traded with Humans throughout their short history and had come to learn the tongues of men and were fluent in it. “You have but two choices,” the Primarch continued. “You can die by your own hands and retain your honour or you can lose all honour and disgrace your race by allowing us the pleasure of killing you, up to you,” he said softly, with a hint of delight in his tone. Sergeant Tenchi, could not make out the true character of his Leader. Unlike the other Primarchs the Shogun had shown no warm feelings to his legion, there was no camaraderie, the Legion was there to obey and to carry out executions on Xenos species. Tenchi remembered that the Shogun did not even show any emotion to his fellow brothers, standing slightly apart form them during the Parade on Ullanor after the Emperor’s and the Warmaster’s victory over the Green skins. The Zamcas Warriors did not move, clearly they did not want to die that day but wished to be spared. The Shogun took off his Helm, his face looked young but stern, smooth and slightly tanned with long raven black hair that came down to his shoulders. The Shogun was a handsome being, but stern and cold was his way. What made The Shogun so special was that he was incredibly quick and smooth in dispatching his opponents, he was tall, taller than any Astartes but slightly shorter than the Warmaster, not as broad as Lord Angron, but slender like Lord Fulgrim and perhaps slightly faster than all of them. The Primarch towered over the Zamcas, “You will die here and now, make your choice for I lose patience!” None moved. “Captain Haji, kill these insolent filth!” The Zamcas looked up in despair, within an instant all of them dead with bolt rounds ripping through their brains.
A voice broke through the vox channel; “My Lord Ronin” said a voice. “Yes?” answered the Shogun. “This is the Eternal Blade, your presence is requested immediately.” “And who with the authority requests my presence?” A few seconds pass, “The Emperor, my lord.” The Astartes were shocked, looking at one another. Wasn’t the Emperor supposed to be back on Terra?! They all thought. “I will come right away,” answered the Shogun. “Captain Haji!” shouted the Shogun, “My Lord?” replied the Captain. “You and Captain Miyoto will secure the garrison while I’m away. Have the other captains report to you on their progress and we will speak when I arrive back tomorrow.” With those words, the Shogun teleported back onto the battle barge. The Primarch was instantly teleported back onto the Strategium, when he regained his focus, he saw his Radiant and glowing father in front of him, the Shogun immediately dropped to his knees and bowed his head. “Ronin please stand, no need for formalities,” said the Emperor. The Shogun stood and embraced his father, the hug was long for Ronin had missed his father terribly. The Emperor was the only being Ronin felt he could connect with, the only one worthy of his service. “What honour brings you here Father?” questioned Ronin. “Come we must talk in private, then I shall reveal why I am here. “
The two walked off to the Shoguns private chambers, they both sat down on the sofas. Ronin poured some wine for himself and his Father and sipped the sweet drink. “Ronin, I have come to you in haste. This is a secret journey I embark upon, to prepare for a coming war which will consume the entire Imperium.” Ronin did not understand what his father meant, “You have foreseen a mighty a war? What Xenos foe is this that we are to war with? The Emperor stood up and paced the room, “Ronin, would you defy any of your Brothers should they threaten the Imperium in anyway?” Ronin was even more confused, “Of course Father if I really had to. I mean I know I’m not close with any of them… But it would have to be something big for me to wage a war against any of them, why?” Ronin asked curiously. “Ronin at the moment I embark upon a journey to find out which of my sons will remain loyal to me, which ones will pledge their undying allegiance to me.” Ronin hesitantly said, “Father are you talking of treachery?” The Emperor nodded, he turned and stared deep into Ronin eyes, Ronin could feel the Emperors presence deep within his very core, within his Soul. “There will be a heresy of great magnitude Ronin, some of your brothers will turn against me and against Mankind, I do not quite know who will turn but I need to know, I must know if you will follow me to what ever ends?” Ronin was shocked at the thought of his brothers betraying his father, it actually made him feel sick deep inside. He looked up at his Father, “What would you have me do?” The Emperor paused in thought for a moment and then asked, “How many Astartes do you have in your Legion at the moment?” “Under thirsty thousand after this campaign,” Ronin answered. “Then after this campaign, you are to take leave and head back to TakaHama and from there build up your Legion. Send information through to the Imperial Data Banks, from there the heretics will look upon the information you have provided and more than likely they will wish to contact you. Do not make contact with me until the heretics have unveiled themselves to you, the more distance we create, the more likely it is they will be open to you.” “So you wish me to join up with the heretics?” asked Ronin. The Emperor smiled; “Yes join, learn their plan and everything you can, however do not contact me, I will more than likely task Amon to contact you and gather up the information for me.” The Emperor looked into his sons eyes and placed his hand upon Ronins shoulder guard, “For the survival of mankind we must do this.”