Bearers of the Word
Wee story involving the Word Bearers and the fate of those that didn't turn.
"...All could see how the gods had seeded their worship into our culture from generations in the past. The constellations. The cults that always looked skywards for answers. The Old Ways themselves. Few Word Bearers resisted the truth, for most had always felt it on some level."
"Few resisted..." An uncomfortable thought climbed Argel Tal's spine with prickling fingers. "Was there a purge? A purge of our own ranks?"
Erebus weighed his answer before giving it voice. "Not all wished to turn on the Imperium. They believed that stagnancy was strength, that stasis was preservation. No such reluctance remains in the Legion now."
So Word Bearer had slain Word Bearer....
Tar Argarus fired his storm bolter into the enemy warrior's chest as he barked orders into the vox. The Auroran slammed into a nearby plasteel wall, blood staining the white surface.
"Form up on me! Take the citadel, burn them! For the Emperor!", cried the leader of the Golden Scepter chapter. "Squad Azar, flamers!".
Grey-armored Space Marines thundered through the shattered streets of the enemy city, crunching over scattered masonry and bodies. Thousands of civilians lay dead and burning in wake of the Word Bearer assault. Argarus paid them no heed, heathens deserved of death.
The citadel was ablaze with purging fire as Squad Azar set fire to the defending warriors last stronghold. Burning silhouettes fell through ornate windows into the blasted streets below as white-hot promethium showed them the errors of their ways.
Tar Argarus powered up his chainsword as the heavy doors of the citadel crumbled under the heat of the astartes weapons. His honor guard followed his charge without need for orders as he thundered into the breach, oaths to Lorgar and the Emperor spitting from his lips.
The first Auroran was cleaved in two, from collarbone to pelvis, blood pumping out in a fountain. Argarus' second strike struck an Auroran as he turned to flee the astartes charge. Word Bearers poured into the last bastion of this human offshoot, so far removed from the light of the Emperor. How sad, thought Tar Argarus, that these men were so blindly giving their lives for a cause that need not be fought. Such heartache at fighting kinsmen. At that thought, Argarus' mind again clouded, and thoughts of the Legion returned.
How long had they been fighting apart from Lorgar and the rest of their brothers? Too long. Bitterness gave way to understanding as Tar Argarus realized just how much the Legion had changed since their departure. A retinue of warriors from the Legion had reached the Golden Scepter forces anchored above Aurora, the latest world to be swallowed by the iron grip of the 8,442nd Expeditionary Force. Erebus had been among them. His words of lies and filth had not struck the hearts of the Scepters as it had the other chapters, and at that moment, as Erebus stood at a cold steel podium aboard the Gifted Sword, flagship of the 8,442nd, Argarus understood the direction of his beloved Legion. They were turning from the Imperium, Argarus was sure of it.
That had been two months ago. Erebus' retinue left without another sermon or speech, and the invasion of Aurora had continued unhindered. But, deep in Argarus' heart, the words had clicked an acknowledgement inside him that his beloved warriors had perhaps lost forever, the respect and standing among their beloved Legion.
"My lord, the enemy have surrendered, there are many still sealed within the underground vaults beneath this citadel. Your orders, sire?" asked Gorokth, Tar's second-in-command.
"They ask for mercy when we offered them peace?" growled Argarus. "Let them remain sealed within their vaults, turn this citadel into rubble, destroy their exits." Such was the decision Argarus had to make, for mercy was weakness, and allowed for thoughts of rebellion and deception.
"By your word, sire" barked Gorokth, immediately beginning to issue the orders.
Tar Argarus sat in the hold of his spartan dwelling within the Gifted Sword, staring out of his small window into the field of stars. Out there somewhere was Colchis, his home, although he hadn't been home in many decades his heart longed for it now. Out there somewhere also was the deception and lies of Erebus and no doubt Kor Phaeron, he would have his spidery fingers deep in treachery. Half-astartes. Not worthy to pull on the granite grey of the Word Bearers.
Argarus searched hard for the cause by which his beloved Legion had shunned the Emperor's light. Unease had rippled through the fleet, rumors spreading like wildfire of how the astartes contingent of the 8442nd had went silent after the arrival and departure of their brethren. Calls and questions lobbied by the mortals leading the fleet, all of which had been turned down by the confused astartes.
As he left his room for the sparring cages and training rooms Argarus' mind continued to wander the pathways and spirals of his deep thoughts. How many Legions were as disillusioned as his? Angron's butchers? Perhaps centuries of their rage being curbed has finally made the Eater of Worlds snap. The Sorcerers of Prospero? Magnus had always been shunned by the other Legions, but he was perhaps the most loyal of all the Primarchs. The glowing hero that is the Warmaster must suspect treachery within the ranks of his Legions? Unless the deception of Erebus runs deep within the Imperium, entangled in the smallest, darkest reaches of society. Such thoughts made Argarus' stomach churn and unease rippled through his superhuman body. How far the ideals of the Imperium had fallen. How could one turn from the light of the Emperor? Savoir of Mankind? Unease gave way to anger, his grip on his chainsword tightening, teeth clenched.
As the Space Marine approached the practice cages he sensed the tension in his brothers. Gorokth was there already, furiously cleaning his bolter, careful not to miss a single piece of metal. His face was as unreadable as a servitor, eyes focused. Most of Squad Azar was there, engaging in different activities. Delgron, Sergeant of the squad was pacing up and down the cold iron floor of the chamber, face etched in stone, eyes darting like the movements of a Colchisian hornet.
Upon seeing their commander the warriors of the Golden Scepter stood at attention. "At ease," announced Argarus, his hands ready to tear some unfortunate servitors apart.
"My lord," whispered Gorokth, "the men are, uneasy. They wait for your word. We need guidance. Some are talking of betrayal, is our Legion shamed once more? Has that worm Erebus took Lorgar from the Emperor's light?".
"I do not know Gorokth," replied Argarus. "All of you, listen to me now. What you believe is most likely true, for I am of equal thoughts. I believe our lord and Primarch, our beloved Lorgar, has stepped out of the Emperor's light, and into the darkness". Argarus let these words sink in to his men. Many faces were unreadable, as grey as the armor they wore and the guns they cleaned.
"We have always stood side-by-side our Legion brothers. We were forced to our knees on Monarchia, alongside our kinsmen, shared the shame. We watched our father kneel before his father on those blasted plains. However, we all recover and regain our strength differently, we cleans our shame by different means! Our kinsmen have chosen to spit on their oaths of loyalty, chosen to forget what they are fighting for! We have always stood side-by-side our Legion brothers."
Tar Argarus hesitated as he spoke the words which he knew would condemn his brothers. "But not this time, my friends. I will not turn my back on the being that created a new hope for Mankind. Erebus preaches change and transformation as the way forward! We know that this is wrong! The Imperium will endure. I will not take arms against our Emperor."
"My lord, when Erebus hears of this, our brothers will assail us! What shall we do?" asked one of the younger marines. Fifty years in the Legion was young.
"We shall give them one hell of a fight! Bear this Word my brothers, the Golden Scepter chapter will remain loyal to the Imperium, For The Emperor!" Argarus' decree was greeted by the roars and thundering of the betrayed, ceramite fists pounding upon chests, and oaths of revenge.
- more will be up during this week, rather busy. cheers.
Last edited by Longfang1234; 07-03-11 at 06:28 PM.