id like to mention guys, i wrote an article about the half Moon Crusaders, plus i have a couple more installments. id like you to know that all my fluf so far is about the beginning of the crusaders. these new installments and the article are about the present Moonlord and his army. i would really recommend reading the article cuz it has lotsa interesting facts about it, here it is. so here is the first of the installments
1st Company- Captain Tierm of the Gold Company, Master of the Fleet
2nd Company- Captain Cenador of the Crescent Company, Master of the Marches
3rd Company- Captain Boumer of the Fire Company, Master of Rites
4th Company- Captain Alka of the Steel Company, Overseer of the Armoury
5th Company- Captain Deem of the Guardians of the Steel Sphere, Watch Commander of the Steel Sphere
6th Company- Captain Vun of the Black Company
7th Company- Captain Vertic of the Ancients
8th Company- Captain Faiem of the Reserves
9th Company- Captain Velce of the Reserves
10th Company- Captain Gioum of the Night Company, Master of the Scouts
1st Company Captain Tierm:
Captain Tierm, Master of the Fleet, watched the desolate world of Tigura VI as it was being overrun by a large Eldar Warband from his battle barge. Together with their Captain, the Gold Company was fired into the action in the midst of orbital fire. Tierm’s victory took less than twenty seconds. Great was Tierm’s sense of timing and speed that Moonlord Tiron Chaosbane, great leader of the Half Moon Crusaders, granted many marks of death into Tierm’s armour and the Laurels of Death into his heraldry.
2nd Company Captain Cenador:
Captain Cenador, Master of the Marches, took the Crescent Company straight into the heart of the enemy with his many Land Raider Crusaders, running over the Dark Eldar harassing the Adeptus Mechanicus outpost on an asteroid near Forgeworld Locastus. His awesome might smote the aliens without a scratch on any marine. The Adeptus Mechanicus repaid Cenador by reforging his armour and crafting him weapons of the finest quality.
3rd Company Captain Boumer:
Captain Boumer, Master of Rites, directed the guns of the Fire Company to the orks of Seda II. The orks were obliterated. Carrion birds feasted that day and one could not get near the bodies without being attacked by the hungry birds. Moonlord Tiron Chaosbane had always liked to deliver death without casualties, and he had Boumer’s banner have a skull installed and also had the Fire Company’s power armour be coloured gold with orange flames to represent fire and death.
4th Company Captain Alka:
Captain Alka, Overseer of the Armoury, had always taken advantage of his responsibility and handed out the finest equipment to the Steel Company who dropped from Thunderhawk Gunships, diving down into the world of night called Neyam V to bring death to the heretic inhabitants. Their steel power armour was dull and lifeless, lighting up with each clash of blades. That day was Alka’s greatest victory, he had killed over ten thousand heretics in one day. So great was the triumph that Alka had the blood on his marines’ armour dry and stay there to remind the enemies of man the wrath of the Steel Company.
5th Company Captain Deem:
Captain Deem, Watch Commander of the Steel Sphere, was under attack by an undetected Waaagh! of great size. The Guardians of the Steel Sphere held against hundreds of waves. The orks slammed into the walls and climbed up. On the ramparts, they were promptly ripped apart by many waiting marines as the devastators fired away thousands of rounds into the green tide death that crashed upon the walls that protected the Imperial citizens that had work on the moon. The might of the Half Moon Crusader’s Fortress-Monastery could not be matched however and the orks were blown to bits by controlled bolter fire. To honour his warriors, Deem worked an image of a sword through an ork’s head into his heraldry.
6th Company Captain Vun:
Captain Vun of the Black Company had never proven his skills in the art of death than in the city of Saimea Bonum on Vear III. Vun and his soldiers infiltrated deep into enemy territory and blasted the rebels who settled there to the void. After that they purged the ork mercenaries of Vear I using the same tactic. On Feut V though, the victory over the hellish chaos mutations came at a great price, as almost half of the company was mutated into abominations against nature. When Captain Vun and his men returned they were thoroughly examined for mutations and sent to cleanse more worlds in the name of the Emperor.
7th Company Captain Vertic:
Captain Vertic led the Ancient dreadnoughts to the massacre at Hive World Uuta V to protect the remaining Imperials from being killed by the rampaging followers of Khorne. The powerful guns of the hellfires and the deadly close combat weapons of the Venerables slaughtered the bands of World Eaters. The brave dreadnoughts were granted ornate badges and blessed seals for their purging of the hive.
10th Company Captain Gioum:
Captain Gioum, Master of the Scouts, led the scout Night Company into the depths of the Jungle World Deat IV where the Night Lords were sending the Imperial citizens screaming in terror and ripping them to bits before disappearing back into the shadows. The Ancients were awaiting information and enemy locations from the Night Company. Inside the underbrush, Gioum and his scouts used their sniper rifles to effectively take out the Night Lords’ leader. After the Night Lords ambushed the scouts, after, sending many fleeing. The rest stood and fought, slashing with chainswords and shooting their shotguns. The Night Lords’ squads were defeated after several hours of stealthy competition by the outnumbering scouts. The scouts who fought were later implanted with the revered black carapace and given blessed power armour.
Moonlord Vortund stuck his power fist through a nob’s chest and obliterated another’s head with his boltpistol. He snarled as a bullet landed in his shoulder he looked to see a mid-sized ork jump at him with its axe drawn. Venador, Moonlord Tiron’s standard bearer of old, now entombed inside a dreadnought shot the ork out of the sky. Vortund spun around, building up momentum before slamming his fist into an unlucky ork who was flung at great speed against another ork trying to shoot his machine gun. Behind him, the Predator Destructor fired round after round from its autocannon. Several rockets landed near it but didn’t do much damage. Brother Ceet, the Emperor’s Champion, slashed his sword through an ork’s midsection and raised his combat shield to defend an attack but had almost three dozen bullets in his chest by another ork. The Apothecary in Vortund’s command squad killed the ork and quickly attended to Ceet. Vortund dashed into the fray yelling. Moonpriest Gainet quickly came up beside him, chanting the Litanies of Fury. The ancient words did their work and Vortund was worked up into a frenzy, shooting with one hand and smashing skulls with his other. A large ork with a red gob and several gretchins on his shoulders shooting was trying to cut Brother Enget up with his humongous claw. Gretchins climbed up his armour as he neared the warboss. Their daggers clanged against his armour, wearing it down. Vortund grabbed one and ripped it in half. He took another by its leg and tore its body apart with his boltpistol. He simply thrashed wildly to dislodge the others. He sprinted forward, bouncing off orks, killing them all the while, to get to the warboss. As he got close enough to smell the stench of rotten gore on him he leaped in the air, landing downwards on top of the Boss’s head with his power fist. He crushed the helmet, going through the head and shoulders. Blood exploded from the suddenness of the attack, the decapitated warboss fell to his knees and then to the ground. Raising his arm, Vortund yelled, “Command squad! Rally to me!” one by one the command squad returned to Vortund. Two were missing, Ceet who was dead and Moonpriest Gainet. He could be seen swinging his Crozius Arcanum and shooting his plasma pistol some distance away. Then several orks pounced on him and he fell. Vortund screamed his fury as his officer died and shouted, “Charge!” Without a word all the marines ran forward, swing their melee weapons and shooting the ranged. As they got to where the Moonpriest fell, the Apothecary quickly extracted the gene-seed and started swinging his chainsword and sticking his reductor through the orks’ heads. The orks were slowly, very slowly thinning. Vortund had a bullet in his stomach, two in his left shoulder and three in his right shoulder. There was also a long gash along his back where an axe hit him. He swung round and round, letting his fist build momentum, he didn’t let go, he kept on spinning. He felt bile come to his throat but he pushed it down. He had already killed almost two dozen orks with this crazy spin. Suddenly he couldn’t stand anymore and he smashed into another ork, sending it flying. He fell down for a moment. The apothecary loomed over him and he felt some chemicals being injected and several bullets removed by the apothecary’s narthecium. Vortund got back up and saw a giant mound of dead orks being set afire by a flamer. They had won the battle with but two losses.
Captain Neume of the Ancients, the revered dreadnought Captain of back in Moonlord Tiron’s day, stood with his blessed soldiers on a bluff overlooking a forward base belonging to the atrocious Death Guard of Nurgle. The Hellfire’s stood on the edge of the bluff. “Give the word,” the leader of the hellfire squad said.
Suddenly hundreds of missiles were fired and empty shells covered the ground as the Hellfire Dreadnoughts fired at the massed followers of Nurgle. The chaos space marines screamed and took cover in hidden trenches beneath the bluff. A dreadnought promptly exploded behind them and all the venerable’s turned around, and saw squads nurgle’s marines charging at them. Below, all the Death Guard had embarked on APC’s and were making their way up the bluff. “Ancients of the 7th Company, attack!” Neume yelled and with that everyone charged. Neume and his venerated command squad were ripping plague marines apart limb by limb all the while shooting the ones behind them. The hellfire’s landed heavy kicks and obliterated the marines’ bodies with powerful twin-linked lascannons. Neume slashed his arm wildly, knocking five marines off the bluff, and kicked another five into their APC. He then covered the APC with bullets before kicking it repeatedly until screams were heard from inside. He turned around and covered all the others in torrents of explosive bullets. The heavy flamer built into his arm seared a clutch of traitors and Brother Vertic body slammed an APC, sending it tumbling on the rest. Even yet, more heretics came, shooting their bolters and hacking with their chainswords. Neume could see fallen dreadnoughts on the ground with chaos space marines standing over them. “This is Captain Neume, I need support, I repeat support is needed.” Neume shouted into his mike.
“Roger that Neume. The Steel Company is coming.” Alka promised Neume back in the 4th Company’s Chapel. Neume kept on fighting, protecting his comrades at all costs. Bullets bounced off his armour, chainswords blunted, until finally, a squad of Death Guard teleported in front of Neume, wielding deadly assault cannons. Immediately they started shooting. Neume stood his ground, he would not let his brothers of Old fall when he could stop it. His hero’s soul took control and Neume took all the bullets. The shells were imbedded in his sarcophagi and he himself had several bullet holes. Neume fell, landing on the chaos marines, crushing them entirely. Vertic rushed to his side, shooting off the marines. With his last ounce of strength, Neume spoke, “Vertic, you must lead the Ancients. Keep them safe, brother.”
“’Till my last breath escapes my body sire.”
Vertic, looked up at the plague marines, rage and fury built up inside him and he charged straight in, kicking and punching every direction. Then Thunderhawk Gunships tore across the sky, dropping their assault marines of the Steel Company. The blood on their silver armour shined as they landed in the middle of the traitors, swinging their chainswords and shooting their boltpistols while the Ancients retreated.
oh i did sea. its really awesome. i saw the improvement in this one. it sounds more descriptive and entrancing, like nightmarines. i come up with my own names, just putting random letters together so that they spell a word. i come up with ideas as i go. at the beginning of every story, i have no idea what im going to write. then i realize who im gonna be fighting, then where it is, and one thing leads to another and my story is made.
about the article, the link didnt work and im just gonna put it over here in another post, its almost three pages but its really good, plz read.
The Half Moon Crusaders have always been and still are to this present day a very competitive Chapter. They recruit their Neophytes by giving them battle simulations that could easily kill anyone who isn’t strong enough to be a space marine. What the new battle brothers become is extremely courageous and resilient beings. While not the strongest they are very efficient in sieges and long battles due to their training. Their leader, the Moonlord, a very stern individual leads the Crusaders with superstitious belief that the world is not complete as long as heretics and xenos still live. The Crusaders are known for selfless sacrifices for their sergeants and their sergeants for their captains and their captains for their Moonlord. In times of peace, the Crusaders hold competitions between marines of the same rank and it is not uncommon for veterans to have many missing limbs and body parts due to the constant fighting. While being competitive and courageous the Half Moon Crusaders have an endless amount of respect for their companions entombed in dreadnoughts. Captain Neume of the Ancients for example may order the dreadnoughts of the 7th around but he listens freely to what his venerated brothers of Old tell him and puts in great thought whether to follow his advice and he usually does.
The different companies of the Half Moon Crusaders are armed to react to different situations. The Fire Company for example is armed usually with a plasma pistol and a power fist. The Half Moon Crusaders have no battle cries so they usually chant Litanies of Hate and Fury along with their Moon Priests (Chaplains) or yell the Emperor’s name. The Half Moon Crusaders have many pacts with the Imperial Guard and also have the task of defending the Imperial citizens at work on their moon-based headquarters. The Crusaders’ past is littered with heroic defences and foolish battles that were somehow won. The first Moonlord ever was the infamous Tiron Chaosbane who was given his Chapter after the battle now labeled as the “Clash of Iron” by High Lord Bulavar of Holy Terra. The latest Moonlord is Vortund the Brave, who has been fighting in the middle of the enemy for decades. He usually doesn’t lead a command squad in fear of needlessly putting their life at risk. Vortund’s bravery and resilience have led many to believe Tiron is his ancestor although there is no proof. One of Vortund’s greatest battles was when Vortund’s Crescent and Gold Companies were fighting the Humie Choppa Waaagh! when, at a heroic last stand against twenty to two odds Vortund charged in the middle of the orks with his two companies while the devastators fired away. Most details were lost but it is said that Vortund slew the Warboss and damaging the orks’ morale, pushed the assault causing the orks to route.
The Half Moon Crusader’s homeworld has changed many times. It is tradition for the moon of the Moonlord’s former home planet to be made the chapter’s home. Today the Half Moon Crusaders recruit their new marines on the fiery world of Veen’s moon called the Scarlet Sphere. The Scarlet Sphere is a large red moon with many Adeptus Mechanicus outposts drilling for the metals within it who are protected by Vortund’s Fire Company who had granted permission to their close allies. The Scarlet sphere had temperatures going up to sixty degrees Celsius and had virtually no gravity. This generation of marines are very capable and trained to fight in zero gravity and have no problem with it although the nearby ork Waaagh!’s that have attacked have been more than a little shocked as they floated away from the moon.
The Half Moon Crusaders today excel in close range, intense fire fights. They usually simply land on the world they are going to purge and kill anything that inhabits it. The Half Moon Crusaders fight differently with each Moonlord depending on the Moonlord’s preference. Vortund was raised in the fiery world of Veen and prefers weapons such as plasma guns and flamers. Vortund has shown great creativity in the art of death. It has been reported by Inquisitor Cen of the Ordo Xenos that Vortund once jammed a bomb into a gretchin’s stomach with his bare hands and threw the gretchin at the oncoming hordes, shooting the gretchin and detonating the bomb which killed many, many unsuspecting orks. The Half Moon Crusaders, though old and wise are vicious and it is said that High Lord Bulavar actually ordered the Blood Angel gene-seed to be mixed with the Iron Hands’ to give the Crusaders an added touch of ferocity. The Half Moon Crusaders also use their scouts to lure enemy units toward heavy fortifications to rip them apart. The Half Moon Crusaders do not use fast vehicles or hit and run techniques although they do crush their enemies with armoured columns, running them over and shooting all the while. The Crusaders prefer to let their Dreadnoughts get into the furies of close combat along with their only terminator squad but do not like getting in themselves, preferring to take down the enemy with controlled bolter fire or send their enemies routing by covering them in flames. Another popular technique is to use sniper rifles and other long ranged weapons to take out enemy officers before charging madly out of nowhere while firing their weapons madly to route the enemy before calling in Thunderhawk Gunships to finish them off. The Half Moon Crusaders are always told they will feel pain and there is a very high chance they might die, but they also mention that they will be giving life in their death and that their lives should be willingly given for mankind. The Crusaders are most likely the most disciplined force of space marines there ever existed. One example of their resilience and discipline is the Siege of the Emerald Sphere, which was the Crusaders’ homeworld before Vortund was Master. The Half Moon Crusaders’ ancestral rivals, the Iron Warriors, were laying siege to the Emerald. Captain Igus’ Emerald Company, the guardians of the Emerald, defended their fortress for four weeks before finally making a final charge which sent the Iron Warriors fleeing. Only eighteen marines were left, all of which were inducted into the veteran company. The rest of the company was dead or being entombed inside the sarcophagi of a holy dreadnought and moving to Captain Neume’s Ancients. Captain Neume has been around since Tiron Chaosbane and was entombed in a dreadnought after a heroic last stand on an asteroid in the galactic south. Each Crusader carries a wide variety of weapons and is trained to use them in any situation possible. They are able to face all species of enemies, especially xenos and usually one squad is sufficient for defence missions. It is said that Moonlord Vortund is more successful than any other of the Moonlords were, although no marine could ever be as resilient and brave as Tiron. Vortund spends a lot of time with his veterans, training them himself so that they may accompany him in battle.
The Half Moon Crusaders fight for their Moonlord. None know the Moonlord’s reasons except the Moonlord himself. When a Moonlord comes of age and can suspect that he will be defeated soon he will choose for himself a successor and passes on all of the Chapter’s history and lore. He will then ask his successor his reason and make him swear in blood that he will hold the Chapter’s secrets to the death until it is time to pass it on to your successor. When a new Moonlord comes along a great ceremony is held. Both as a funeral for the death of the former Moonlord and as a celebration for the becoming of the new Moonlord. They then set straight to work, the Moonlord handing out orders about what he wants done. The marines devotedly adapt to the new Moonlord’s strategies and tactics and preferences. The Techmarines will set defences on the Moonlord’s preferred locations, the Captains will fill in their new master about the organization and such and ask if changes are wanted and the Moonlord can even request the recruiting of Librarians at this time. When a new Moonlord is chosen and the old one dead the Half Moon Crusaders retreat from whatever battle they are in back to their holy chapel to see their new commands. The second Moonlord, Povanius, put all the Rites of a new Moonlord into a tome which contains all every Crusader would need. Each marine is ordered to memorize it and it is one of the tests to be inducted into the Chapter. Povanius wrote a separate book for the veterans, containing more information than the other marines could understand. One of the most important things it mentions is “No marine should be leaderless. If you ever spot a squad without a sergeant or other leader your first priority is to rally them.” Povanius was possibly the strictest Moonlord. He made quick orders and tight rules and harsh punishments for those who didn’t follow. Many of the companies, due to the bravery of the marines, hold almost three Apothecaries per squad to make sure that they get every man they can back. Of course there have been many times when the Apothecaries have committed feats braver than those of the battle brothers such as sacrificing themselves so a fellow Apothecary could tend to a wounded marine. The Half Moon Crusaders aren’t the most religious of the Chapters and follow one god who is the one and only Emperor of Mankind. The Half Moons have never had Librarians, though they keep a building similar to a Librarium to store their history. Only the Moonlord and some trusted quill servitors may enter to view the Chapter’s history and to add more script. Often times the Moonlord will let their successor enter the vault to look at the enormous tome so they could view the other Moonlord’s decisions and reasons for war and oaths. They usually request a Librarian who is strong enough to detect psychic power in others to make sure no recruit is a psyker, most of the time from the Ultramarines. Many of the Moonlords had several regiments of Imperial Guard with them. Most of them are people who applied to join the Crusaders but were too weak to survive the implants. These special Guardsmen are actually not really the Imperium’s and actually belong to the Crusaders, with the same armour colours and banners as the marines. Of course some of the Moonlords were very paranoid or rejected having help in fear of needless waste of troops.
Moonlord Vortund stood in his lookout point on the battle barge which was overlooking the rebel world Aintud. He cackled softly, the Gods wouldn’t be denied their prize.
The battle barge was directly over Aintud, everywhere marines got ready to be fired via drop pod into the enemy stronghold. Then one by one the drop pods were fired into the atmosphere, the turbo brakes activated seconds before impact. As the drop pods landed, the hatches and the marines charged out, immediately firing at the waiting rebel forces. But still on the battle barge was the whole 1st company, who had not entered the drop pods. Vortund smiled cruelly, walking up to the control panel, he lifted a plastic cover on a red button, next he entered a key into a pad beside it, targeted the space marine forces on Aintud and pressed the button. He watched as the face of the planet was filled with orbital bombardment.
Veteran Sergeant Zasder and his squad had retreated along with the rest of the 2nd company when almost half a dozen squads were obliterated by orbital fire. Only they and the 4th company still survived, making for the horizon.
“What has happened?!” Zasder demanded from the captain.
“I believe Moonlord Vortund has been won over by chaos.”
“I do not believe it.”
“Did you not see what just happened?!” Captain Cenador was enraged. Cenador stepped up, Alka was dead and so, he took command, “Alright, everyone rally to me, Captain Alka is dead, Steel Company, I will have to command you all. We have to get word to the rest of our loyalist forces. Sergeant Zasder, request reinforcements from the rest of the Chapter. Everyone else, we must fortify this position in case Vortund sends ground troops.”
Every one dispersed, taking orders from their sergeants and getting set up for an attack. Meanwhile, Zasder yelled into his mike, “We need heavy assistance, this is top priority, Moonlord Vortund has turned to Chaos. Leave the Scarlet Sphere immediately!”
“I do not believe you brother.” Said Captain Deem on the other side.
“You must, the 3rd company is wiped out and captain Alka is dead. Help!”
“Very well, the 5th Company will arrive shortly to provide assistance.” Deem finally relented.
“Captain Cenador, the fifth are on their way.” Zasder announced.
“Very well, but we must preserve the gene-seed of the 3rd company. Apothecaries, how many of you are there? Hmm, twenty. Very well, Sergeant Ferrum, Sergeant Hurp and Sergeant Ceum, accompany the Apothecaries. Get as many of the seeds as you can.”
Apothecary Kasra followed Sergeant Hurp as they trudged through the craters. Every body they saw would have its progenoid glands extracted so that the loyalist Crusaders could get past this catastrophe. Of course, many of the glands were destroyed completely by the devastating orbital fire. Kasra couldn’t believe that Vortund had turned. It seemed impossible that all the work of Tiron Chaosbane could be undone so easily.
Captain Deem stood with his warriors on the strike cruiser. They flew over Aintud, everyone was ready and the strike cruiser was about to land on the surface of Aintud when suddenly, an explosion rocked the cruiser. Deem looked out, there was a Battle barge belonging to the Half Moon Crusaders. It was firing at them.
“Hurry, land it!” Deem yelled to the pilot.
The panicked pilot struggled with the controls as he tried to get the large ship into the atmosphere. For several minutes, explosions kept on rocking the damaged cruiser until finally, it entered the atmosphere, rocketing towards the ground. The booster hatches closed and all brakes were launched, still at blinding speed, the cruiser crashed on its side into the ground. The remnants of the 5th company rushed off, running to their rendezvous with the remaining loyalist forces.
Kasra and the rest of the Apothecaries had got all they could manage and were returning to the rest of the companies escorted by the sergeants and their squads. Kasra looked behind his shoulder. There, on the horizon stood Half Moon Crusaders.
“Sergeant Hurp! More Crusaders!” Kasra called to Hurp.
“Are they the traitors?” Hurp asked.
“I do not know.”
“Then we must hurry. Everybody double-time, let’s go!” The Crusaders started running back to their base. After some time running, the Apothecaries returned to the survivors’ base, which was now surrounded by trenches and trees. A banner flew overhead. Hurp entered and immediately started talking to Cenador.
“…Crusaders on the horizon. No we do not know if they are the traitors. We should get ready. Orders?” Hurp informed Cenador.
“Hmm. Take your squad and go to the northeast side of camp. Sergeant Ceum, come over here! You will cover the north side of camp, unidentified Crusaders are coming. Sergeant Ferrum, take the northwest corner and defend it. All other sergeants, take your squad to any section of the base and hold it! Move, move, move!”
Everywhere Space Marines rushed to their positions, setting up their equipment and preparing for a possible assault.
Captain Deem was astonished. It is true, he thought, Moonlord Vortund has turned to Chaos. The thought of it left him feeling hollow, as if all the previous Moonlords had done was undone in an instant. His men marched through the remains of the 3rd and 2nd companies, looking down on their dead brothers. Deem felt fury build up inside him. That spineless traitor. He bombed them in the middle of a fight, Deem concluded. “Men, we must hurry to the survivors. Follow me!” Deem worked up into a trot, fueling his actions with anger. After several hours, a banner could be seen in the distance.
“Over there! We have arrived brothers.” Deem announced to his warriors. Suddenly, Razorback APCs charged in from every side, surrounding the fifth. From behind the vehicles leaked space marines. All weapons were pointed at the trapped marines. There was a shout and all weapons were lowered. A Razorback’s hatch opened and Cenador came out. “Sorry brother. We could take no chances.” Cenador told him somewhat apologetically but grimly.
“I understand. Vortund attacked our strike cruiser on our way into the atmosphere. The ship crash landed and we ran out. I saw what happened to the second and third. Vortund is a vile coward.” Deem shook his head.
“We must alert the Ordo Hereticus.” Cenador decided and so connected himself with a distorted click, “Inquisitor Kasreston? I wish to speak to you. I must inform you that Moonlord Vortund has turned to chaos. He assaulted us. The only surviving loyalists are we, the 2nd, 4th and 5th Companies. Although I have not gotten word from other companies I suspect that Vortund has already corrupted or killed them. The third was destroyed by unexpected orbital assault from the battle barge which I’ am assuming held Vortund.” Cenador reported.
“Hmm. Your story is hard to believe. We will investigate this. But if the Crusaders have not sided with Chaos you will be executed for heresy.” The Inquisitor informed him, “I trust that you will keep yourself safe until our arrival. Send us your coordinates.”
Cenador quickly told Sinus their location and the line went dead.
Sinus Kasreston stood with his retinue on the Scarlet Sphere. Ahead of him stood the mighty fortress-monastery. Behind him stood the Sisters Repentia and their mistress. Sinus walked forward, vigilant and on the alert. The fortress-monastery loomed over them and all was quiet, maybe too much so. They kept right on marching towards the Half Moon Crusaders’ fortress-monastery. When they arrived an astonishing sight met them. Dead space marines hundreds of them, all lying on the ground covered with bullet holes. Sinus looked around grimly. He walked into the fortress, there were even more corpses. They searched room after room in the large fortress-monastery, finding more bodies in each one. They came upon what they though was the last door. As it slid open Sinus and the Sisters immediately raised their weapons and started firing. There, in the largest room of them all, stood mutated Half Moon Crusaders.
“Retreat, Sisters Repentia! We have seen enough!” Sinus yelled, firing one last magazine into the Chaos driven marines before running after the Sisters of battle. Outside, they got into their transport ship and zoomed away. Later, when they landed right by the loyalist Crusaders’ base, Sinus, with minor injuries marched smartly towards the jumbled array of ammo crates and tents surrounded by trenches and logs. Cenador spotted them and trotted over.
“You were right Captain Cenador. Your Fortress-Monastery was filled with dead space marines and the largest room in the fortress was filled with mutated Crusaders. I have sent for a company of Sisters of battle and some Storm Troopers. I ask that you join me in my purging of the traitors.” Sinus quickly filled Cenador in.
“Of course. When will the forces arrive?”
“Quite soon I would suspect. You must get your troops ready.” Sinus winced as a strong breeze carried dirt into his wounds, making them sting.
“Right away. Follow me Inquisitor. I will have an Apothecary tend to your wounds. Brother Kasra! Yes, over here. Tend to Inquisitor Sinus’s injuries.” Cenador rushed about, getting everybody set up and ready and handing out orders by the dozens.
Sinus just stood looking at the trained captain, deep in thought and only moving to wince every time Kasra pried into his wounds with his narthecium.
Hours passed as the marines picked up their equipment and ammo and organized themselves into their ranks, standing by for reinforcements. Soon enough, they got word and marines were taken into a waiting ship just outside the atmosphere. Immediately after the marines got on, the ship jumped into warp speed, heading for the Scarlet Sphere. Even at such high speeds it took almost an hour to reach the distant moon. As they reached the moon and landed, ready marines poured from the ship, pointing their boltguns in every direction in preparation of an assault. The Sisters, accompanied by the space marines and inquisitorial storm troopers, walked over to the entrance of the fortress-monastery. Silently, they crept right up and pushed the massive gate. The gate opened and the soldiers charged in, but there was no one there, only bodies that stared at them with grey, lifeless eyes. Cenador raised his arm and made a diamond with his fingers, then pointed to the corpses, from behind the force a dozen apothecaries rushed forward, extracting gene-seed after gene-seed from their dead brothers. Meanwhile, the rest of the force advanced, Sinus leading them to the room where he discovered the mutated space marines. They moved in, passing door after door. Suddenly, all the doors burst open and horrifying abominations rushed the space marines and their inquisitorial guests. Caught off guard, their were heavy casualties for the loyalists and it took a long second for everyone to get their bearings and defend themselves. Immediately, Cenador received messages from every squad in the three companies and quickly assessed their situations and answered before listening to another sergeant, all the while killing anything too close. Soon, Cenador could see the pattern in these organized assaults. He quickly filled in his sergeants, and then gave the signal. Suddenly all the sergeants and their squads threw grenades into every doorway and slammed it shut, bracing it so it wouldn’t open while the Sisters killed any creature still left outside.
“All close combat squads to brace weapons against all doors with the points forward, every man with a bolter in the middle covering a door. On my signal, sergeants let go of the doors… Now!” Cenador ordered swiftly.
The sergeants bracing the doors jumped back and all the hellish mutations on the other sides stumbled into the waiting swords or were shot by the bolters fixed on the doors. At the climax of the victory, there were large explosions and the walls crumbled before them.
“Move! Move! Everybody out!” Sinus yelled over the confusion and the warriors of the Emperor retreated back out of the stronghold. Outside, the Apothecaries wordlessly ran beside them towards their ship off the moon. The ship hurriedly took off and jumped to warp speed, headed for Aintud. When they landed and disembarked, Sinus pulled Cenador to the side, “Captain Cenador, I believe you may not want to keep the name Half Moon Crusaders after what has just happened. As a result, I will ask you to lead the remaining loyalist forces of the Half Moon Crusaders into battle as the Chapter Master of a new chapter.” Sinus said silently.
“You are right Inquisitor. I think the Astra Glorium chapter will not be deterred by this decision.” Cenador smiled grimly but determinedly.
“Let those who try to stop us be destroyed by a wave of green feet and those who oppose the Imperium of Man to grow bolter shells in their skulls. We are the soldiers of the Astra Glorium, we are the warriors of Purity, those who will wipe the taint of Chaos off the face of the galaxy, those who will save Mankind from the curse which are xenos and those who will damn all the daemons of the Warp to the hell from which they emerged. For Emperor and Primarch, death!” –Cenador of Astra Glorium
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It should be noted that the traitor Half Moon Crusaders are constantly being wiped out due to their mutations and nearly half of the traitors are terrible abominations wandering the Warp restlessly.
It should also be noted that a portion of the Half Moon Crusaders railed against joining the Astra Glorium and are still referred to as Half Moon Crusaders though they are not an independent army and are the Astra Glorium’s elite kill-teams.
The Astra Glorium is dedicated to combating and eliminating mutation in all its forms and launch Crusade after Crusade against the Death Guard of Nurgle and the Thousand Sons of Tzeentch. For this reason they avoid using Librarians, though they have a single Chief Librarian in their 5th Company.
The Astra Glorium has lost a lot of its gene-seed to the traitorous Half Moon Crusaders but does not want to make the same mistake as Corax, instead leaving things be as they are, often retreating before it is sure the battle is lost.
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