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Here is the whole of my Iron Warrior's fluff so far, let me know what you think please and thank you!

Act 1

Scene 1, The Life Before;

He had been born from two loving parents. An only child and the last male descendant from his father's side the pressure was on him to find a mate and carry on the line. At the moment he was sweating profusely, standing by the wall in his lord Perturabo's palace at one of his victory balls. His father was one of the high prince's head generals and so he was privelaged to be here. The girl that his family had set him up with was dancing with her friends, every now and then casting a glance in his direction which made his knees quiver. Eventually he gathered up the courage enough to approach her and give her the rose he had picked for her. They were only fifteen but that was the normal age for people on Olympia to get married and have children, and the pressure was on him now. After giving her the rose she had smiled and taken him outside where they talked the whole night away until her and his father had come to fetch them. They left and in four weeks were married, they had just turned sixteen when their first two children were born and his lord was there to congratulate them.

They were both from warrior's families and the children were destined to be great heros of Olympia. He had already aquired a high position in the army under his lord Perturabo and was moving up fast. Then a month after their lives changed drastically. The coming of the Emperor had marked a new age for him and his family. The Tyrant, Perturabo's father, was deposed and his lord put in his place. Immediately trials started for the induction into his lord's legion, and he wanted so badly to go, but he had a family now and could not. He was a staunch supporter of his lord which is why what happened next happened to him. A week into the trials his family was attacked by supporters of the deposed Tyrant and his wife was killed in cold blood, his children missing. His lord took it upon himself to send out his men to search for his children but to no avail, and he was driven into a state of deep depression. It was in this state that his lord came to him and told him of the trials. It would be a new life, one that he would excel in. Little did he know how drastically his life would be changed from the day he stepped foot to take the trials.

Scene 2, The Trials and a New Beginning;

The Trials were being held at his lord's palace up on one of the highest mountain tops. He expected them to be only on strength of the body, for although he was a warrior he had not had the growth spurt that would make him as large as his father and so he was quite skinny, but was surprised when they were also composed of battle tactics, leadership skills, how well one's mind was attuned with technology and many other things. He did about average in the physical fitness trials and barely made the grade when it came time to weed out the weak ones from the trials, he was glad when the trials of the mind had started. At the end of the physical fitness trials he had been considered a bad candidate for one of the warriors of his lord's legion but when the other trials had started he had shone out amongst the rest. His superb tactical genius and leadership had led him and the team he commanded to the top of the charts in every other trial. His affinity for the magic of technology had also impressed his lord's proxies who were in charge of selecting the candidates to be in the legion.

It was during these trials he had met his best friend, Shamesu. The boy was extremely tall for one his age and was skinny like he was, and so they bonded simply because they each needed that extra push to get past the competition. Shamesu's father was the son of a warrior who was one of the lower ranks in their lord's army and so their fathers' knew little of each other. They had made a terrible tag team when they each had been given their own teams for the tactical and leadership side of the trials and none of the candidates could hope to best them. When it came time for the two of them to go head to head they relished the chance and bid each other good luck. The mock battle was to be a siege, Shamesu the one committing it, and he the one defending the fortress. The mock battle had lasted for a week with neither side gaining the upper hand until their lord Perturabo had stoped the battle and declared both of them and their teams fit to become that which they had all dreamed of, Astartes.

Scene 3, The Transformation;

He had to admit he was very frightened at the moment. It helped that Shamesu was there, the two of them complimented each other very well in not only tactics but personalities. Where he was outgoing, loud, quick to anger, had a fierce tenacity, and possessed of a frightening strength of will, Shamesu was quite, methodical, slow to anger, merciless, and had such an affinity for technology he was surpassed only by their lord Perturabo. They and their other recruits had been summoned upon one of their lord's new "ships" although he couldnt for the life of him understand why they were called ships when they werent anywhere near the water. Shamesu had said it was because they sailed the abyss, but he didnt really understand that either so he let it be. When they had arrived on one of the "ships" they had been asked for a volunteer to go first and he had stepped up unafraid of what was in story for him. When he was belted to an iron table he could see Shamesu across from him and said, "See you on the other side brother." Shamesu smiled weakly before the anesthetics knocked them both out.

He awoke in a chamber on a cot and sprang to his feet, hitting his head on the low cieling....but the cieling wasnt low. When he examined the room and himself he realized he had grown to enormous proportions, a sense of elation filled him as he realized that he had made it, he was now an Astartes. He lept around his room wooping and yelling like an idiot until the door slid open and his lord entered. He immediately kneeled and pledged his allegiance, "My son, stand, please you embaress yourself." His voice always served to stun him but he stood regardless. His lord told him of the changes wrought upon his body and his new purpose in life, a great crusade for mankind across the stars. His mind wondered at everything he was told and when his lord was finished he had two questions that he wanted to ask, the first being why his lord had come to see him first. His lord had said that he had a special place in his heart for him for he had weathered so much and became such a great being. Satisfied with the answer he then asked where Shamesu was, his lord chuckled and told him to follow him. They walked and conversed for awhile until they stood outside of two huge iron doors. They walked inside and he saw hundreds of men just like himself, he quickly saw Shamesu's towering form above them all and waved him down. They stood conversing until their lord motioned for them all to be quite. Silence immediately followed and the speech was one of the most moving he had ever heard, they were to crusade across the galaxy and bring together the lost strands of humanity for their lord's father, The Emperor of Mankind.

When they had been dismissed for the beginnings of their training he and Shamesu were each assigned to their own squad and given command due to their exploits in the trials. When they were being given their armor the old marine who was sizing them up stopped them both, "Names." He had answered first of course, "Vilhelm sir." The old craggy marine looked him up and down, "You're pretty thick Vilhelm, squat too. I know what would suit you but first thing is first." He handed Vilhelm his bolter and combat knife and then motioned for him to got and retrieve his armor. He had quickly ran down the corridor, not waiting for Shamesu. When he was outfitted in his new armor and weapons he felt like he was complete. They then spent months training with their squads and the company they were to be in, the Eighth Grand Company. Vilhelm had grown quite large, larger than any other marine he met in the fleet, but he was of average hieght, on the other hand Shamesu was the tallest marine he had ever seen, towering over their brothers and almost as tall as their primarch. They were fighting in one of the training cages when they got the call to arms, they armored themselves and met their squads on the embarcation deck they were assigned to. They were to fight in their first true battle, they were taking the system of Justice Rock.

Scene 4, The First Blood;

The noise was horrendous, this was the last planet they had to take and the fierce opposition was stunning. Vilhelm's squad, Eigth Tactical Squad, had been ordered to take out numerous comms stations and were at their last one when the Judges themselves had sauntered onto the battlefield. His company, The Eighth Grand Company, was to take the eastern fortress wall, and their leader, Warsmith Godur Steel Fist had said that they would breach the walls first. Vilhelm ducked back into cover, one of his men, for all of them were from Olympia like him, asked him, "Now what?!" Vilhelm thought for a moment and opened a channel to Shamesu and his squad, "Brother, where is your location?" He got static for a few moments and then Shamesu's voice cut through, "West of one of the comms bunkers. What do you need?"

"I need some explosives ten meters from the entrance of the bunker, leave the rest to me."

"Will do."
One of his men, Halkur, tried to peek around the corner they were hiding behind but was quickly pulled back by Gar, their Apothecary, when huge rounds attempted to shoot his head off. The Judges were huge amalgams of a once human body and machine. They still had human components but were outfitted with weapons gallore, each one capable of killing an Astartes. Their targeting systems were top of the line with the exception that they were easily distracted, a trait Vilhelm was going to exploit. Explosions were suddenly heard and he rushed from the corner, his chainsword high and his bolter pumping rounds into the judge. It had been blinded by the explosions and was firing wildly, he ducked and rolled right up to it, bringing his chainsword up through its torso and ripping it out. The Judge collapsed and he and his men charged into the bunker.

The battle had actually been surprisingly quick, and the last planet was taken within the day. He and his sqaud had been blooded and were considered full astartes now by their peers from Terra, something they took great pride in. As Vilhelm's and Shamesu's squads sat, ate, drank and conversed at one of the huge iron eating tables the ship they were on, The Implacable, jumped into the warp with the rest of the fleet. They were off to go and further the crusade in the name of mankind. The pride within their breasts was enormous, for what greater calling was there.

Scene 5, A Gift from the Forges of Mars;

It had been the one hundred and fortieth year of the Great Crusade when Tactical Drednought armor had been introduced to some of the legions. Of course by stint of their abilities and type of warfare the Iron Warriors had been the first gifted with these mighty suits. He and Shamesu were still sergeants of their respective squads, each having won many laurels, and they were considered to be the best veteran squads in the legion, even better than first company's veteran squads. They each had been called with their squads to the bridge of the Implacable where they were to meet their primarch Perturabo for some unknown reason. When they reached the doors to the bridge they opened automatically and the two squad sergeants and their squads marched in to meet their primarch.

He was absolutely massive in his armor. Although he was rather short compared to some of his brothers Perturabo's thick Olympian Armor made him look truly titanic. Black and yellow chevrons could be seen on his left shoulderpad and parts of his greaves, the symbol of their legion, a steel skull, was brandished on his right shoulderpad. The thickness of his armor made his head seem tiny compared to the rest of it, the baroque style with which it was built intended to protect him from anything. As one the two squads kneeled before their lord, he nodded and said, "Rise, I have a gift for each of you." They rose to their feet and awaited what thier lord had to tell them. "You each are to be promoted to the position of captain." A broad smile spread across his face as Vilhelm and Shamesu and congratulated each other and thier squads cheered for thier brothers. As they died down a little Perturabo continued, "There is a catch though, neither of you can be promoted without a badge of office and so both of you and your squads are being gifted with suits of Tactical Drednought Armor. You have earned it my sons." The marines cheered again, this time louder than before. Perturabo dismissed the two squads but made Shamesu and Vilhelm stay. "The armor is different for the two of you though. Shamesu you and your squad have been issued the standard mark of the armor but have been equipped with better close combat weapons. Vilhelm you and your squad have been issued a special mark that had only been issued to our legion because of our relationship with the adepts of Mars. It is a siege pattern, bulkier, thicker armor, better stabilizing systems, and mounted heavey weapons not available on the other mark but you will have even more decreased movement speed. I expect to see great things from the two of you." And with that they were dismissed.

Scene 6; To Kill a Giant (four decades into the Great Crusade)

They were told that the resistance could not be overcome. They were told that not even the Blood Angels had been able to storm the planet and take hold of it. They were told that their plans were futile. When their lord Perturabo heard this he was quoted saying, "If it was built, it can be torn down, and my sons are the ones to do it." and indeed they were. Five hours after entering the system designated as 43-08, being the eighth system that the Blood Angels splinter fleet, the 43rd expedition, had encountered, the main force of the Iron Warriors Legion was ready to make planetfall and begin its siege that was projected to take close to ten years to complete. This system was deemed to be a very large impediment right in the way of the Great Crusade and it was evident after the Blood Angels' failure that the only force in the galaxy capable of breaking it was the Iron Warriors. And so after five hours of long preparation the Sons of Olympia were ready to take the battle to the first planet.

The sound was horrendous. The constant barrage of fire from the Iron Warriors' siege works was deafening in its own right but the enemy's defense guns were just as bad if not worse. The inhabitants of 43-08 were human in almost every way but due to their long exposure to the certain chemicals in the air they breathed they had grown quite large and pale with almost pupiless eyes. Their technology so far had been on par with the Imperial Forces but were of a whole other branch. Where the Iron Warriors were using heavey slugthrowing munitions and large exploding rounds the human inhabitants who had been dubbed 'whiteys' by Warsmith Berossus used what seemed to be lightning guns. Although the noise and light they emmitted when shot were unbelievable the plate of the astartes held true in most cases, but it was the armor that was taking a heavey toll. Already three titans had been either completely destroyed or knocked out of action due to larger versions of this gun that seemed to be a sort of EMP weapon.

The only fortress left on this world was as large as half a continent, which was why almost the whole legion was planetside during this assault. Unfortunately the Iron Warriors were at a standstill at the moment due to the titans' inability to get close enough to break the walls. It was noted in a meeting that the fortress's defenses could only shoot outwards and if they were able to break one part and pour in then they could take out the other wall mounted guns and so allow the legion to take the fortress and the planet.

Shamesu and Vilhelm were now acting Captains under Warsmith Toramino and it was under his mantle that the duty of breaking open the walls fell to. The weak point had been spotted by sheer chance by an advanced scout squad that had been sent to a certain portion of the wall to examine a strange vent like structure that had been spotted. They were apparently the vents for the large energy weapons mounted on the citadel's walls and would lead to many other ways into the walls, but when an astartes squad was sent in the heated air that blasted out melted their armor killing them all, that was when it was suggested by Vilhelm that terminators be used. Originally he had been scoffed at but when Warsmiths Berossus, Toramino and Ferrous had backed him up he was allowed to continue, "Is not the Tactical Dreadnought Armor meant to withstand nothing short of a titan like blast? Do we not have the most suits in use of any other legion? Not only this but we were gifted with the new siege pattern that suits us even better. Let I and my men enter this vent ourselves and when we prove that it can be done the rest of our brothers that are gifted with Terminator armor can follow suit in the similar vent like structures."

Needless to say Perturabo backed up the chance, he seemed almost giddy that a new opening had been found but he was cautious as ever and when the time came for Vilhelm and his men to enter the vent he made sure that they were well covered. Before leaving for the vent Shamesu had confronted Vilhelm, "I will be waiting for your comfirmation brother, Iron Within," Vilhelm had smiled, "Iron Without." Vilhelm and his men had advanced with little to no resistance due to their brothers' efforts and once inside the vent for no more than thirty seconds a blast of superheated air had shot out at them. They all held their breath waiting to hear their armor melt but nothing happened, some of his men chuckled as they realized only thier paint on their armor was harmed and they moved on, "All clear." said Vilhelm as he and his men began to move forwards. The other squads all across the continent began to move into the vents and make their way to the points where they could blow their way out, all the while the 'whities' completely oblivious to the danger that moved within their walls.

Minutes later the terinators burst out of walls all around the citadel's bastions their weapons tearing into the men within. Twenty minutes after Vilhelm and his men had entered the vents holes were blown in the walls and the Iron Warriors were pouring through the breaches, overwhelming the defenders within and raining death upon them. The Emperor's justice had come to 43-08.

Scene 7, A meeting with the Warmaster;

Vilhelm, Shamesu and their squads stood at attention as their lord conversed with his brother on certain tactical matters. From where they were standing they could barely here anything but Vilhelm could tell by his lord's posture that he was not happy. "Doesn't look good does it?" said Shamesu as he leaned down toward Vilhelm. "No it does not. I'm guessing the vaunted Warmaster Horus is telling him that we need to split our forces even more to 'further' the cause of the Crusade." Shamesu was about to say something when they heard a deep voice from beside them, coming from an alcove off to their left, "Are the sons of Olympia questioning the tactical knowledge of the Warmaster?" Shamesu snorted his answer as Abaddon and Little Horus came into view, Vilhelm wasnt as quite, "Of course we are Horus. All the legions know that when it comes to tactical finesse and strategy the Luna Wolves are near the bottom, right next to the Sons of Russ and Angron's bloody horde."

Little Horus smiled slightly and Abaddon had a scowl on his face, he was a monster of a man but Shamesu was a little taller and Vilhelm was definately thicker, not to mention they were in their Terminator Armor, but Abaddon was an animal when it came to fighting and Vilhelm had always wondered which of them would win in a fight. "You would be wise to bite your tongue Vilhelm, the Warmaster does not take kindly to such words." Vilhelm smiled, "Oh he doesn't? Well you can tell him that we don't take kindly to having our numbers split and our legion broken. Ask him why he doesn't do the same to Dorn's bastard lot." Abaddon bristled but at that time Perturabo had made his way toward them and put his giant gauntlet on Abaddon's shoulder, "We are to leave my sons. Abaddon, Little Horus always good to see you." Horus smiled politely and bowed but Abaddon simply nodded his head and kept his mouth shut. Vilhelm and Shamesu smiled smugly at the two Luna Wolves as they walked away.

When they were back on the transport their lord said, "I heard what passed between you." it wasn't a question. Vilhelm bowed his head immediately shamed about what he had said. Their lord went on, "Do not be shamed my son. My brother has no sympathy for what we go through when we fight, it is the price he pays for having to see the bigger picture of the crusade. His sons, while valiant warriors, have not been through the gruelling campaigns that we have and do not understand, they are pampered with fame and recognition and respect. Unfortunately while some legions are given respect automatically, we must earn it." He placed his gauntlets on Vilhelm's and Shamesu's shoulderpads, "I am proud of you my sons. All your victories and all your defeats, you are true heroes, and deserve more than you recieve from your brothers in other legions." Vilhelm and Shamesu's chests filled with pride and they almost burst into tears with sheer joy, but as their lord sat back in his grav seat Vilhelm couldn't help but notice a hint of emotion in his eyes as if he was almost saying that to them to comfort himself. Vilhelm pushed the thought aside though, surely his lord got his dues and respect, after all why wouldn't he?

Scene 8, No Respect (Two years into the siege of Overdogg Mashaogg's forces);

Vilhelm slammed his power fist into the face of an ork nob before firing one of his autocannons at a group of gits setting up to fire upon a pack of Blood Claws. The siege was almost over the estimated time that his lord had put it at coming to a close and the defences of the orks starting to break, but apparently the orks didn't realize this. He and his men were tasked with taking the third, and what could laughingly be called, courtyard before moving forward to connect with Shamesu and his squad before taking one of the orks' sub-headquarters where numerous underbosses were held up nice and tight.

He heard the roar of jetpacks and looked up to see a squad of assault marines from the White Scars soaring toward a tower not far off. Of all the battles he had been in since his inception this had to be one of the crudest and most brutal to take part in, the ferocity of the orks was well earned, but with the combined might of three legions astartes this ork empire was on the brink of collapse. When Lord Russ and The Khan had met with Perturabo to discuss how best to take out this ork empire his lord had chosen one of the Warmaster's favourite tactics, take out the head. There were simply too many orks to be dealt with in a straightforward siege, it would have been a massive waste of time, ammo, and lives when it could be done in a smaller time period, otherwise it would have taken neigh on twenty years. So with the plans drawn up and the estimated time cut down to only two years the siege had started and the Emperor's sons had bypassed three systems full of orks to take on Overdogg on his home turf.

The noise was absolutely deafening now, the primordial bellows of the orks, the wolf howls of the Son's of Russ, the roar of the White Scars' jetpacks and the booming of the Iron Warriors' guns all mixing to form one deafening thunderstorm. As Vilhelm and his men entered the third courtyard they saw two White Scars fighting a losing battle against a mob of ork nobs. Without a word he and his men opened fire on the greenskins with their inbuilt weapons systems, tearing meat from bone and frying flesh, the two marines nodded their thanks and ran off down a side corridor. It was night at the moment but the constant barrage of fire, burning buildings, and smoke gave the sky an orangish haze, not only that but the ork fortress was constantly shaking from artillery fire.

"Vilhelm where in the Emperor's name are you!? The bloody Space Wolves ruined our surprise attack! They just charged in without warning! We need you here now before...." the channel was suddenly cut off but Vilhelm had heard enough from Shamesu to know that he needed to move faster. When they turned the corner that led to their objective they saw huge steel doors blown up and could hear bellows and the sound of clashing weapons coming from inside. Vilhelm charged into the room and was stunned still to see the sight in front of him, ten space wolves lay dead on the floor along with five ork chieftens, four Iron Warriors terminators were littered amongst them. Vilhelm looked up to see Shamesu battling the last ork sub-boss, one of his arms hacked off and his armor rent open and massive amounts of blood pouring from them.

The next few moments were nothing but a haze but once it subsided the ork sub-boss was gutted and beheaded and an apothecary was bending over Shamesu's body. Vilhelm shook his head and asked the Apothecary hurriedly, "Will he make it brother?" The Apothecary nodded, "Alone, no, but he has earned the honor to live again. We will inter him once we get him off planetside." A thunderhawk was called in and Shamesu was rushed on board to be taken to the battlebarge The Iron Will, he grabbed Vilhelm's guantles before he was taken on board, "Thank you brother, I owe you my life."

In the coming months the siege had ended and the ork empire picked apart piece by piece. Vilhelm had visited Shamesu in his new dreadnought body every day even though his friend was sleeping, so he didnt hear his lord's raging outburst when Russ and Khan were given all the credit for breaking the orks, or that their next assignment was to cleanse the warrens of the hrud in some five systems.

Scene 9, Silencing the Hrud;

Vilhelm stood with his Warsmith, Dredos of the Eighth Grand Company, in the gigantic domed room that Perturabo used as a briefing room for his Warsmiths and Battle Captains. It was two hours into the briefing already and the amount of information that had flown through the chamber was ridiculous but all of the astartes inside the room had sucked every last bit of it up, not paying attention here could very well get them or a whole company killed on the battlefield.

There was a sound that sounded like a metallic grunt and Vilhelm looked up at Shamesu's massive body, two huge metallic claws on arms were bent behind his back much like the servo arms used by techmarines but with power fields of their own, two lascannons were placed on the top of his chasis instead of a missile system and storm bolters with flamers were attached under his huge power fists. He was certainly an impressive sight and the tech involved in his dreadnought body was testament to the Iron Warriors' gift with the machine.

"Bored?" he asked his old friend. "No, we have never layed siege to fortresses that were halfway underground, this should be interesting." Vilhelm had chuckled when Shamesu had said that and told him it would be an easy feat, but four months into the siege he recalled how foolish those words had really been. The Hrud looked as though they were a mix between some kind of fish and bug that stood upright on two legs and despite the look of them the tech they did possess was astounding in its sheer power. While things that could only be described as laser beams were their usual weapons, they were only as effective as lasguns, their anti-aircraft and anti-vehicle weapons utilized some sort of sound beam that tore apart anything in its path.

Despite the already horrendous noise of the Imperial guns and those o the Hrud the damned aliens were always screaming the most unnerving tune,it was enough to drive an Astartes mad, and Vilhelm was really close to losing it at the moment. The Hrud built the topmost part of their fortresses above ground as a sort of lookout beacon while the other twenty or so levels consisted of tunnels underground all leading to a massive beast inside a large chamber that the Iron Warriors had dubbed 'Queens'.

When they attacked the first planet in this system they had realized first hand how adept the Hrud were at tunneling when they would suddenly appear in the midst of the Iron Warriors' trenches without warning. While the surprise attacks didn't take that much of a toll on the Astartes themselves the members of the Imperial Army that were with them were massacred in the first few weeks by these attacks. More bunkers and redoubts were built at points were they could watch the trenches and when the Hrud would break through they were torn to pieces, the trenches were safe for the moment. After the first fortress was breached it was apparent that the Imperium was going to have to start their own tunnels to effectively hit the fortresses and overwhelm them from different angles.

These underground tunnels also had bunkers inside for now the Imperials were on the Hrud's home turf and in all the more danger. It was in one of these tunnels that Vilhelm and his men were in at the moment, pinned down by a group of Hrud that had broken in from the east wall. The amount of break-ins in this area now was proven to be becuase the Imperials were extremely close to one of the Hrud's own tunnels that had been mapped earlier that month that led almost directly to the Queen's chamber. The one good thing about all the noise the Hrud made was that the Iron Warriors' ships above could trace out the tunnel systems beneath the ground using high frequency radio waves and then putting all the information into a map and the Queen's chamber was easily found. Warsmith Dredos and his company were given the honor of killing this beast but before they could blow a hole into the tunnel they were attacked a Hrud rifle had blown a gapping gory hole in Dredos's chest.

"On my signal we move and do not stop for any reason, if we lose momentum then the assault will falter and fail!" He had to yell even over the vox so that his men could hear him. After Dredos's untimely death the men of the Eighth were looking to him now for leadership and he was more than capable of giving it to them. The infernal xenos had already almost killed Warsmith Berrossus in the same type of attack and now they had succeded with Dredos and the Iron Warriors' were keen to exact revenge. "Heavey Assault units will attack the breach on me and break it wide open or the rest of you, remember stay in constant contact and secure the objectives quickly!" A titanic explosion up above them signaled that their brothers up top had blown open the fortress walls, now was the time to move, "For the Emperor! Iron Within!" he bellowed as he turned the corner and let loose with his autocannons at the screaming Hrud in front of him, behind and in the other branches o the tunnels the warriors of the Eighth Grand Company breached the tunnels of the Hrud and answered his call, "Iron Without!"

His squad and the Terminators behind him followed him to the breach and blew it wide open so that they could fit through it, running as fast as possible toward the Queen's chamber, once she was dead than the Hrud on this planet would simply give up. He turned a corner and almost had his head taken off by a soundblast but the shot went wide and Vilhelm blasted the xenos with his autocannons. On is auspex he could see the warriors of the eighth spreading out in the tunnels covering every approach to the Queen's chamber buying him and those with him time to kill her. One of his men made a gagging sound before saying, "This tunnel is disgusting, I feel like I'm running through someone's bowels." Vilhelm had to silently agree, the Hrud tunnels were soaking wet in some gooey liquid that smelled so bad not even their helmet's systems could take the smell away.

They turned another corner and were suddenly in one of the largest chambers Vilhelm had ever been in or seen. They were struck by the sheer volume of the noise within, it was absolutely horrendous and what it was coming from was even worse. The chamber surrounded a huge slab of rock that held up the Queen's immense bulk, and all around it entrances to other tunnels were studded on the walls. The Queen herself was hideous, it made an ork look beautiful, a multitude of milky green eyes studded its bulbous head, containing fleshy mandibles that oozed with slime, that was directly connected to the largest pulsating sack in the known galaxy. The screaming from the Queen rose and fell as numerous Hrud were popped out of the end of the sack and were shuttled to a tunnel not far away.

The xenos seemed not to notice the Astartes that were appearing at almost every tunnel entrance in the chamber. "Let's get this done." Vilhelm said and opened up with all of his armor's weapons on the Queen below, the rest of the Astartes in the chamber following suit. The Hrud helping the Queen give birth were immediately torn to shreds and soon the huge sack was leaking its fluids all over the place, the screaming from the Queen so bad that Vilhelm felt like his eardrums were going to burst. The ground started to shake and the tunnel next to him erupted as something huge hauled itself out of the entrance and into the chamber, when the dust began to settle Vilhelm saw it was Shamesu and he soon added his own firepower to killing the Queen. With a last deafening scream the Queen died, her sack exploding and showering all of the Astartes inside with thick ooze, the chamber had fallen silent, "Good work brothers now we must meet up with Toramino's company further in the fortress. Move out." He got a number of comfirms and turned to Shamesu as he heard his brothers behind him muttering about the snotlike ooze that had been thrown at them, his dreadnought body was stock still and Vilhelm wondered if the ooze had done something to his system, "Brother are you okay?" he asked. For a few heartpounding seconds there was no answer before Shamesu turned his massive body toward him, "I am fine brother, I was just listening to the vox channels of our brother for some useful tactical information and have disturbing news, the Hrud on the planet have gone silent."

Scene 10, In the Fires of Home and Betrayel;

They had gotten the message from Horus as they were making their way to the central systems of the Hrud. To warriors who were fresh and ready for battle it would have been shocking news but for the Iron Warriors who had been fighting thankless wars across the galaxy for the whole of the Great Crusade and were now fighting one of the hardest sieges they had ever partaken in the news was not only horrifying, but shattering. Traitors, that was the first thought that came to every Iron Warrior's mind when he heard the news, they will think we are also traitors. The Tyrant, Perturabo's adoptive father and previous ruler of Olympia had been overthrown upon the Emperor's arrival and replaced by Perturabo himself, was now the cause of a worldwide uprising against the Imperial Government set in place. Administratum buildings burned and it was said that their brothers that were on the planet were hard pressed to keep the uprising contained, they needed the legion. So with a heavey heart and confused mind the Iron Warriors stopped their crusade against the Hrud to save their own planet from destruction.

That was weeks ago when they had made the jump into the warp, the ride had been less comfortable then it usually was but then again they didn't care, all they had cared about was stopping this uprising and restoring their honor. But as bolters and heavey bolters gunned down screaming civilians and funeral pyres were made to burn the dead the haze of hatred and bitterness blew away to reveal the horrors that the Iron Warriors, the supposed protectors of Olympia, had unleashed on the hapless population. Hatred was replaced with despair as each and every Astartes from Perturabo and his Warsmiths and their Captains all the way down to the newest intiates realized what they had done. They had come to regain their honor from a traitor but instead had lost it to lies.

Newly appointed Warsmith Vilhelm Ironheart of the Eigth Grand Company stood in the ruins of what used to be his family's mountain top mansion and surveyed the scene of carnage below with nothing but bitterness and shame. Huge funeral pyres burned with horrific flames as the Iron Warriors tried to burn away the black stain that was now on their souls from this monstrous betrayel. They had killed their own people, those they had sworn to protect from all harm, and all because of a lie. A lie, it left such a bitter taste in Vilhelm's mouth that he spit constantly hoping it would rid his mouth of the foul waste. Already he had met with Perturabo and the other Warsmiths to decide their next course of action and were awaiting his summons so that they could be there with him when the Warmaster's communique came in.

Shamesu stood by him, a silent sentinel amidst all of the death and destruction. To the untrained eye it would seem all of this did not have any effect on him but Vilhelm knew his friend all to well and knew that he would rather kill himself then stand here and watch those he killed burn, but he did so anyways. It had been Toramino who had at first said that the lie had most likely originated from the Imperial Fists who had to pass by Olympia on their way to Terra, they were still sore about leaving the Great Crusade and jealous of the victories the Iron Warriors had been winning and would still win.

Toramino's blackened gauntlet slammed onto the table, "We know it came from them! Those bastards are jealous that we got the Hrud campaign and they got called home! They had to do something to spite us because they knew we didnt care they called to build the defences on Terra!" Ferrous stood up, "The message came from the Warmaster Toramino, remember that, we don't know for sure where it originated." Toramino's face distorted in disgust, "Are you a fool Ferrous? It is obvious where it came from! I cannot believe you seek to place this on the Warmaster and to defend Dorn's bastard lot!" Ferrous was a large man before he became an Astartes and that irregular musculature followed him into his life as a space marine. Despite being twice Toramino's size who was not small either he was across the room in less than a second and his fist was connecting with Toramino's face, knocking him to the floor, "Do not presume that I try to place blame on the Warmaster rat! I hate Dorn's lot as much as any of us but where you let your emotions take over your mind I do not! I am trying to find the best solution to this problem unlike you! If you speak to me like that again I will rip your head off!"

Ferrous walked back to his spot and crossed his arms as Toramino got up and set his nose back in place. Just as Toramino was about to say something Vilhelm spoke up, "Shut your mouth, we have all suffered today so think about the rest of your brothers before you start anything. We must appeal to the Emperor for his forgiveness as Berroussus said earlier and as all of us must agree." Toramino waved his hand Vilhelm, "You think that you can tell me what to do? You have had no action as a Warsmith yet and are new to this inner circle. Let me tell you Vilhelm the Ironhearted youngling it doesn't matter that your family was in good with our lord and that he favors you, you are a whelp through and through and until you prove..." that was all Toramino got to say before Vilhelm's power fist connected with his face. Unlike Ferrous though Vilhelm did not stop and get up, he kept pummeling Toramino's face until the Warsmiths in the room had to pull him off. Toramino's face was a bloody mess and he was moaning in pain as Warsmith Gouran who had used to be an Apothecary pulled him up and called for an Apothecary. This infighting and arguments had gone on for another six hours the whole time their lord Perturabo was silent and watchful his mind clearly in other places.

"Warsmith Vilhelm you are needed in the War Room, the Warmaster will be coming through soon." Vilhelm acknowledged and looked at Shamesu, "I need you with me." Shamesu's chasis made a weird grating sound and he knew his friend was sighing, "I will go with you, we have stood together since the beginning and I will not leave your side now." As they entered the War Room Perturabo was facing a huge screen and the other Warsmiths were also standing in different areas of the room watching the screen. Ferrous nodded at him but a few like Toramino scowled in his direction, Berroussus actually approached him, his huge dreadnought body clearly bigger than Shamesu's, "What you did earlier today boy, I commend you on it. Toramino is rat as Ferrous says and thinks himself better than the rest of us, he always has comments for all of us and that beating was needed. We are clearly in deeper than we think." and with that he made his way back to Ferrous and Gouran. There was a huge amount of information that suddenly came across the screen, pictures and telepathic messages being intercepted and as was usual they all started reading the information.

As the information they were reading suddenly began to sink in a single gasp was heard among them eminating from Perturabo himself. They all stood there stunned to the very core, unable to move or think or even breath, more betrayal. Horus, Horus the Warmaster, one of the only primarchs to show the Iron Warriors the respect they deserved had turned agains the Emperor, his own father. Many of them openly wept while others just stood there with their mouths open in horror at the information flooding their systems. While they tried to cope Perturabo spoke to himself, trying to make himself believe it wasn't real, "No....not Horus....why....how....." Suddenly as if it seemed that the stream of information wouldn't end the screen blinked and there was Horus in all his splendor. He could only see Perturabo but by the look on is face he seemed genuinely worried for his brother, "Perturabo I am truly sorry for what transpired on Olympia. I was only recently made aware that what I had told you was a lie, a lie that was perpetrated by those who seek to shame you. I know who sought to bring you and your mighty sons down..."

He let the statement hang as Perturabo sought to digest everything, "How could you Horus? Our own father....our brothers..." Horus's face twisted in passionate anger, "Brother what do you mean how could I?! Don't tell me you didn't secretly figure it out earlier, you are no fool. Our father doesn't care about us! He sought to use us for his means to conquer the galaxy, you and your sons know this the most out of all of us! Thrown at every wall and fortress that could not be broken, bleeding and dying to conquer the unconquerable! And for what?! What have you received for all of your hard work? It is not I that seeks to split your legion brother, that order came directly from our loving father himself, he sought to keep you under his heel but you have a chance to fight back. You can regain all of the honor you have lost to him! Think of how Dorn and the Fists had won the honor to build Terra's defences, that should have been your honor, your legion's task...but it wasn't given to you, it was given to a brother who should have supported you like I did but didn't for he knew you were better. Now is your chance to take everything back that you lost and that should have been given to you, to finally get what you deserve."

Perturabo was silent for a long while as were his Warsmiths who were practically brain dead, but Horus had hit something deep inside them all, a flame of bitterness and hatred was starting to kindle deep in their breasts. They had been betrayed by the one they had all thought loved them and appreciated them for all of their hard work, all of their unbelievable victories, all of the lives given in his name, and he had betrayed them? A bellow of anger resounded through the room and suddenly Perturabo was swinging the warhammer Forgebreaker, given to him by Horus himself, at the statue of the Emperor in the room. It shattered as the mighty weapon hit it, not even the legs of the statue surviving, the whole was turned to dust. Perturabo turned to face Horus and the smile on the Warmaster's face was wide indeed, "What are your orders brother?" Horus spoke his next words smoothly, "In a few days you will get a message from Dorn himself, he will tell you of my betrayal and you will be part of the legions sent to silence me. Talk to Alpharius for the rest of the information, his, Lorgar's and Konrad's legions will be aiding you. It is good to have you by my side brother." And with that the screen went blank. They all stood there, the emptiness they had felt earlier was filled with such strong hatred and bitterness that they all felt like they were going to burst at the joints.

Hours later Alpharius was finally contacted and his face was on the screen twisted into a scowl, "And what is the name of the system again?" asked Perturabo bitterly. Alpharius smiled slyly, "Istvaan."

So ends Act 1

The Hammer of Olympia
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Act 2

Scene 1; The Emperor's Champion

Rogal Dorn, primarch of the Imperial Fists, Champion of the Emperor and now the leader of the Imperium's warriors against the traitor Horus paced up and down the strategum in the Imperial Palace. "Lord they must be part of the group, their defences will allow for a base of operations if the traitors manage to gain the upper hand." Sigismund's face was lined with worry and the weight of the betrayel at hand. Dorn shook his head, "No, I want my brother and his legion here on Terra, six legions will be more than enough to take care of Horus and my other lost brothers. Their skills will be needed here," he turned to look at his captains, his sons, "I know of the animosity between my brother Perturabo and I and that it runs deep through our legions but now is the time to throw away petty differences so that we may have a better chance of surviving the initial shock." Dorn saw the look of disgust on his captains' faces and began to pace back and forth again.

Sigismund raised his voice so all could hear after a few minutes of harsh silence, "I for one still do not trust them, let them prove themselves on Istvaan and then we can trust them to aide us in building the defences here. When the force there succeeds for it most surely will then we can call them back here, we still do not know what side some of our other legion brothers are on since we could not reach them the last time we tried." Voices of the other captains either loudly or quietly agreed with Sigismund and when all was quite Dorn stopped pacing and stood there with his back to his men. A low sigh was heard before he finally turned toward them, "Alright the Iron Warriors will go to Istvaan."

Scene 2; Hammer and Anvil

It was quite, black and peaceful, the attitude of the space surrounding Isstvaan completely belieing what was happening below on one of its central planets. Suddenly the peacefulness of space was gone as huge tears opened up into reality, huge iron behemoths ripping their way back into realspace, their precious cargo waiting to be released. The ships of the Alpha Legion, Word Bearers, and Night Lords drifted to one side of the planet and awaited their sister fleet to make its way out of the warp. Finally they came, the size of the holes they tore in reality ten times bigger then those of their little brothers, for their fleet was one of the largest to ever ply the openess of deep space. The fleet of the Iron Warriors took up one full side of the planet below and within minutes its living cargo was being flown to the surface to aide in the hellstorm below.

Vilhelm sat in the drop pod, its walls shaking as it entered Isstvaan's atmosphere, a crooked smile on his face. In the same pod were his honor guard, those who had served just as long and in some cases longer then him and he trusted them with his life, unfortunately Shamesu was in his own drop pod but Vilhelm knew that his brother would rain down fire upon their enemies. The taste of betrayel still clung to his mouth and left him bitter at these turn of events...10 seconds till impact...it could have gone so many different ways...8 seconds...but this was how it had ended up...5 seconds...and he would fight through it like any Iron Warrior would...1 second...the drop pod landed with a loud bang and within moments the sides were opening like a flower and he and his men were rushing out and into the battle. He stopped stunned at what he saw before him, the sound was the most horrendous thing he had ever heard in his life, even more overpowering then the Hrud. The sounds of weapons firing, battlecries, cries of hatred, the electrical disharge of energy weapons, booming artillery, and the everpresent clash of weapons on armor.

They had all been briefed on what they would see here but nothing could have readied them for this horrifying sight. Before he realized it he was already moving and directing his men in the building of redoubts and support trenches, the Iron Warriors working endlessly to quickly build. Normal humans could not have done this at the speed that was needed and so the masters were completing their own craft. He heard a sudden cheer arise from the warriors below and saw his brothers down below, the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Gaurd, cheering at the sight of him and his brothers. He knew that deep inside himself he should feel pride but they had betrayed him and his brothers and would pay dearly for it, even though he regretted it had come to this.

As his men finished their part of the line an Alpha Legion captain approached him, "You best be finished Warsmith, our trap will soon be sprung!" Vilhelm hated the other legions here on this planet, in fact like all of his bretheren he hated all of them, they were the reason this had happened and he no longer trusted any of them. When he didn't answer the captain the Alpha Legionaire grabbed his huge arm and spun him around, Vilhelm didn't give him time to even think about reacting. His power fist was around the marine's neck and his other fist was already tearing off one of his arms, he leaned his helmeted head in close to the other captain, "Speak to me like that again and I will rip your head off." he dropped the marine onto the floor who was now spluttering and cursing him, "Tell your primarch we are ready." The marine got up and wasn't helped as he made his way back through the Iron Warriors' line and back to the Alpha Legion position.

Vilhelm turned back to watch the battle below, it wasn't going well for his allies at all, the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard were doing extremely well despite their position and if they kept pressing the attack they would surely have gotten enough momentum to take out the keep before the Iron Warriors and the other three legions had reacted. The primarchs were like cliffs in a hurricane, waves of enemies braking upon them, and he marveled at their prowess, Angron was covered in blood and bellowing like a madman as he killed everything before him with his gigantic axe at one point he charged a Salamanders dreadnought and cleaved it completely in two, Mortarion was a silent shade that killed with every sweep of his monstrous scythe, his Death Guard advancing relentlessly like a fatal plague, and to his surprise Fulgrim was simply standing and watching the battle while his men danced and screamed in what sounded like sick pleasure, Horus was no where to be found but Ezekyle Abaddon was right in the thick of the fighting the Sons of Horus right behind him. He saw Vulkan at the forefront of the flaming line that marked where he and his men were, his gun spitting righteous flames at those before him and smiled as the primarch strode through every explosion at his feet, the Iron Warriors had a surprise for him indeed. Corax and his own Raptor Corps screamed through the enemy lines, tearing at the marines below them with lethal grace, Vilhelm turned his head to see Ferrus Manus at the forefront of the battle, smashing foes with his mighty fists a sword strapped to his back, his Iron Hands forming what was the tip of this spearing attack.

Suddenly Vulkan's voice came over the vox, "Brothers! We are falling back to your defenses to regroup and allow you to take your hammer and break down that keep. Ferrus will not back down but Corax and I are falling back along with our legions." The strictest radio silence had been enacted and Vulkan got nothing but static in return, as the tired and battered Raven Gaurd and Salamanders made their way back to the Iron Warriors' defenses. When they were within maximum range a single flare was shot up into the sky and the trap was sprung, he and his brothers opening up all of their weapons on those that had betrayed them. The first few lines of marines were simply torn to pieces but the lines behind them made for any cover they could find, the shock of another betrayel making them hardly able to move at all.

Vilhelm saw as Corax and his raptors flew at his lines screaming in rage and he and is men opened fire on the primarch and his warriors shooting them out of the sky with a hail of bullets. His raptors were torn to pieces and it was Vilhelm's cannons that shot down Corax who fell to the bloodsoaked ground coloring it with his own. The Salamanders fought back tenaciously but Vulkan simply stood there stunned and unable to comprehend what was happening, his limbs limp and his face twisted in confusion. Perturabo stepped in front of his sons' defenses and activated the huge cannon on his right arm, aimed and fired at Vulkan, the huge explosion engufling everything including the primarch in a mighty ball of fire. The warriors below were suddenly caught on all sides by enemies and that was when their training finally kicked in, the urge to bring down everyone they could before they died overpowering them and the loyalists began to fight back harder then ever before.

Lorgar was shot in the eye by a raven gaurd captain who he tried to tear in two but simply shot his head off instead once his eye was lost and continued on bellowing a strange religious chant along with his warrios. Alpharius, what looked like a marine his same size, and most of his men had somehow painted their armor the same color as the the Iron Hands and made their way into their midst before opening fire on the children of Ferrus Manus with unbelievable fury, while Nighthaunter's insane laughter could be heard for miles around as he struck from no where only to disappear again before reapearing on wings of flame to torment his enemies. Vilhelm saw Corax getting pulled into a waiting thunderhawk by some of his captains and cursed as it flew up and out of range of his men's guns. Vulkan was also being pulled into a thunderhawk that had conviently landed behind a huge outcropping and so was almost invisible, but an Iron Warrior with a lascannon saw what was happening and when he stood up to fire one of the Salamanders aimed and fired his bolter blowing the Iron Warrior's head off, Vulkan had been saved.

A loud bang resounded across the battlefield and a frightening wind suddenly picked up and all who were present saw Fulgrim behead his brother Ferrus Manus, the mighty primarch's soul threatening to take Fulgrim with it, but it soon died away and Fulgrim disappeared in the mass of bodies only to resurface with his brother's head in his hands and a strange wind blowing around him, the smile on his face and look in his eyes almost making Vilhelm wretch.

Vilhelm spat on the floor as his mens' guns continued to fire, every now and then an artillery shell woud hit the Sons of Horus or Death Guard and he would get angered responses on the vox but he didn't care, those legions had forsaken him and his bretheren just like the others had.

Scene 3, Aftermath;

Even after the last of the loyalists had either escaped or been killed gunfire could still be heard. Angron had dispatched his World Eaters to find remnants of the Raven Guard that were taking refuge in the hills and striking at the traitor legions whenever they got the chance. Vilhelm had found that his respect for the Raven Guard had been misplaced once one of his ammo depots exploded randomly during one night as the traitors were packing up and getting ready to leave. He now gave them the respect they deserved, any man who fights on for his cause even when he has already lost deserves respect and honor, he secretly enjoyed watching the World Eaters return every now and then to the fortress when their searches proved fruitless. Only the Night Lords would have been able to find them and push them out, but they were already gone along with the Alpha Legion, the Warmaster sending them on whatever mission he had planned for them.

When the Iron Warriors had heard that they would be one of the main forces in the siege on Terra they had rejoiced in the chance to tear down the defences of the Imperial Fists. It had been one of the few times since their betrayal that Vilhelm had actually felt joy, the chance to go head to head against their equals making him giddy with excitement. His was the last Thunderhawk to leave from his company and head back to the ship the Iron Will, as it idled behind him he stood out observing the wasteland before him. Bodies were strewn everywhere, tiny boulders that were actually burnt husks of tanks dotted the landscape, and huge craters pockmarked where Titans had deemed it necessary to fire their weapons. After the battle Ferrus Manus's body had been left on the field of battle where he had been killed and the Emperor's Children were defacing it, that's when Perturabo had been returning from his meeting with his brothers.

Vilhelm and Shamesu had gone with him along with other members including Toramino and Berrossus and Ferrox as an honor guard. Although they were fighting their brothers and considered them enemies to deface the body of such a great warrior had kindled something inside Perturabo and those sons he had with him, it disgusted them horribly. Without thinking they had opened fire on the group of Emperor's Children killing them all, and Perturabo had picked up the corpse of his brother and actually wept, it had shocked them all to the core, this was the enemy and he was weeping for him? That's when they realized it, enemy or not it was his brother and to see him in such a state had caused Perturabo to go over the edge. They all stood there in silence until their primarch was stable again, "We will honor him as he should be honored." They had gathered many of the bodies of the Iron Hands and made a pile and then placed Ferrus' headless corpse on top and set it on fire. They all stood and watched as the bodies burned, some mumbling small honors to the fallen warriors and others simply watching the bodies of their once brothers now enemies burn and realizing that they coud never turn back.

Vilhelm sighed and then turned back to see Shamesu right behind him and gasped, "My friend you startled me." Shamesu angled his massive body toward the battlefield and spoke, "I am also filled with sorrow my brother, the loss is almost too much to bear, but we must fight on there is no turning back." A grating sound came from Shamesu and Vilhelm knew he was sighing also, "Iron Within brother." he said, "Iron Without." replied Shamesu. They both boarded the Thunderhawk and as the ramp closed took one last look at the hell that was to become their lives.

Scene 4; En route,

They were to assault Terra herself, even his bitter lord who hadnt shown any emotion whatsoever had seemed giddy at the prospect, and moments ago he had given his orders to all his Warsmiths which is what Vilhelm and his Captains were currently going over. Vilhelm's Grand Company had grown immensely with new recruits from Olympia after the Isstvaan Campaign and he now had four Captains beneath him, his First Captain had been with him almost as long as Shamesu and he was the most trustworthy hard nosed marine he had ever met. First Captain Barok was a bit short for a marine, but it was natural for the Sons of Olympia to vary on the height scale, yet he was as wide as he was tall and half of his chest was a bionic replacement along with both of his arms. He had taken over Shamesu's place in leading their Terminator retinue and so he wore the thick monstrous armor that only served to excentuate his bulk and wielded two immense power fists. He was as emotionless as a plate of steel and when he spoke his voice sounded like two rocks grating against each other, yet when he was on the battlefield nothing could get in his way. He was an unstoppable force, something that could not seemingly be stopped, even when he did loose limbs he still fought on with all the ferocity of one of Angron's sons. Vilhelm's second company captain was the most merciless marine to grace the legion, and that was exactly why he had risen to his current position, because he did not stop once he was set upon an obective, not for anything unless he was told by Vilhelm himself. Severus Pyrrhus was of normal height for marine but his cold features and eyes mirrored those of the primarch himself, his intelligence had been turned completely towards the art of destruction and sieges and he had an affinity for being able to change his tactics on the fly if need be, something that his company had become very good at. His persistance as a recruit was what had caught Vilhelm's eye at first, Severus never backed down from any challenge and always pushed himself and his brothers to their limits, always striving to become better. Severus's armor was bulky from enhancements and had many black and yellow chevrons on it, he weilded a massive thunder hammer along with a shield that was almost the size of his own body, and rarely ever used the pistol that always hung at his side.

The last two captains had recently been promoted due to the Eighth's rapid growth but were decorated field commanders both. The Third Company Captain, Goudon, had been a heavey weapon sergeant his whole life and his thick armor showed the scars of weapons overheating, black burn marks peppered his studded armor and his face was burned from when a flamer had exploded on him. The Fourth Company Captain, Aresk, was an all around dependable marine and always managed to have the ability to get his men out of tight spots. His armor was a slick newer version full of Olympian iconography and he had long blue/black hair that framed his regal features perfectly, it was often joked that he should have been an Emperor's Children marine.

Along with these four captains, Vilhelm and Shamesu's massive bulk, an army commader and a few of his aides were also in the room, along with Princeps Thel who was now the leader of the few Titans that accompanied the Eighth, his name was Shadihm Radik, General and overall commander of the Helghan Imperial Army. Helghan had been a system that the Iron Warriors had helped pacify early on in the crusade and its militaristic people had pledged themselves to the Iron Warriors and promised to fight by their sides no matter what. They had proven to be great shocktroops and experts in urban warfare, their thick black armor and heavey breathing apparatuses enabling them to fight in the hell of sieges alongside the Iron Warriors. In fact they had seemed to love sieges, they had an abnormal endurance and thicker muscles then normal humans, and the Iron Warriors had grown quite fond of them in the years they had fought together, especially Vilhelm. He and General Radik had become good friends and Vilhelm was honored to have him permanently attached to his company now along with Princeps Thel and his mighty Titans.

Together they all went over the plans to assault the Imperial Palace in his own War Room on the Iron Will, "We are given one of the most heavily fortified areas." said Vilhelm as he outlined their plans his face sour, "Here and here the bastard sons of Dorn will be positioned in the greatest numbers. Our plan is to break open the walls in this area," he pointed to a point on the walls, "It is the weakest structurally and will fall quickly with a combined salvo from Thel's Titans and our own big guns. Once it has fallen Barok and Aresk you will assault the breach and will be accompanied by Shamesu and our other dreadnoughts and once you have taken this courtyard here, you will continue forward through this area." Barok and Aresk nodded, "Now Goudon and Lynx your men will be assaulting this area of the wall here, it will not fall as easily as the other but that is why your companies are there, I trust in your abilities to take it down quickly and efficiently. Once you have broken through you will deal with the most resistance at first and so Thel and one of his other Titans will be following you in to give you the firepower needed to wipe clean your area." They also nodded yet Vilhelm could tell by Radik's stance he was a bit confused as to some minor details.

"Lord, I assume that my men will be following through both breaches to give support, yet I am forced to ask where will you be in all this?" Vilhelm smiled for the first time in months, "I will be accompanying the assault led by Lynx and Goudon, they will meet the most Imperial Fists initially and I and my retinue will be needed the most there, Shamesu will be my proxy on the other front until both of our forces meet within the palace at the chosen location." He waited to see if there were any questions and nodded to them all, "Your specific orders are further outlined in your data slates, consult them thoroughly and speak with your company, we arrive at Terra in eight days."

Scene 5; The Path Ahead;

Vilhelm had gone back to his quarters after the briefing leaving his men to prepare their companies and warriors. For the past few nights he had been plagued by dreams or rather visions for they always arrived at the same time whether he was asleep or not. As he sat at the end of his bed in his quarters he held his hand in his head waiting for the vision to come and finally after minutes of waiting it did.

He opened his eyes and he was on a burning world atop a mountain peak overlooking a huge siege below him. As usualy he sat and watched the goings on below him noting the precision that the besiegers moved and fought with, they were good, very good and the citadel below did not stand a chance in his opinion. From this vantage point he could barely pick out the tiny ants below him but after nights of having this vision he was finally able to pick out the warriors beneath him. He grinned as he recognized Iron Warriors beneath him and stared long and hard at the citadel looking for the defenders. Bright yellow stood out against the dark and dim colors of the rock and he smiled once again realizing that the Imperial Fists were defending this seemingly useless rock against his brothers.

But unlike the past few visions he suddenly felt a presence behind him and jumped up turning to see who was there. A huge being stood behind him and he gasped, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him trying to understand what he looked at. It was huge and wore armor made of blackened iron and he could see black and yellow chevrons around it, the beast's right arm ended in a huge barrel that seemed to constantly have a strange flesh wriggling around it and stretching up its arm. In its left hand it held a huge warhammer that seemed to have an aura surrounding it, huge black wings were sprouting behind it and its face was horrid, two huge horns sprouting from its forehead and curling upward sheathed in iron. Its face was horrific yet he seemed to like it, no lips but every tooth in the mouth was razor sharp as tiny bits of flame played around its forked tongue as it flicked in and out and its eyes were black as the void with silver pupils, its skin that he could see was almost translucent it was so white and the veins under it were a silver mercury color and shone through the skin.

Taking a step back Vilhelm took in the actual monstrous size of the being before him as it stared out at the battle below, not only was it absolutely huge but black smoke seemed to seep from every armor joint and envelop its wings making it look like it was smouldering. Vilhelm realized the being couldnt see him and his hearts slowed down a bit as he tried to comprehend what he was looking at but nothing came to him. Finally as if it had been ingoring him the being's head slowly turned toward him, its eyes seeming to pierce his soul, and it did the one thing he did not expect, it smiled.

He felt his hearts freeze up and he started seeing black as he felt the being's mind envelop him, the black smoke making its way around him as if it was tasting him and trying to figure out what he was but then it was gone and he could breath. "I thought you were not real at first, that is why I did not address you sooner." Its voice was deep and powerful and as it spoke bits of flame shot out of its mouth with its tongue. Vilhelm tried to answer back but found he couldnt do anything but breath, "Do not worry we wont kill us..." it leaned in close so its face was close to his, "Why would we kill us?" it laughed as it pulled its face away, "We have a message for you my friend, there is still much for us to do and we must not falter from our path, not once. We will see Terra again, we will, and this time we will finish what we started."

Suddenly a tentacle came from behind the being, grasping something, and handed it to him. Vilhelm lifted his hands and took what the tentacle gave him and gasped as he saw what it had given him, it was an Astartes helm, and an old one at that. It had flakes of yellow paint still on it and Vilhelm realized it was a Fist helmet and by the markings on it it was a Captain's helmet no less, "When we return, for we are not in a dream, we must burn that helm so that it is a liquid, then we must mold that liquid around our warhammer and the last step will be complete and we will be ready to take the galaxy." It lifted its warhammer to show Vilhelm and suddenly he was back in his quarters, the helmet still in his hands.

He looked around trying to understand what happened but had a strange feeling to do what the being had told him to do so he got up and, putting his robes on and taking his warhammer, made his way to the armory on the Iron Will. As the sounds of hammers resounded within the armoury he did as he was told and melted the helmet, molding it around his warhammer, and as he did it began to glow a strange light and he felt a huge amount of power as he held it aloft gazing at it. The markings and designs had changed on it, now small veins of silver lined it and the head of the hammer was such a deep black that it looked like it would suck out someone's soul. Vilhelm felt a warmth creep over him and a strange sensation he had never felt before, and silently with a smile on his face left the armory in darkness.

Scene 6; The Final Step

Warning klaxons wailed all across the Iron Will as it exited the warp with the rest of the Iron Warriors fleet. Giant iron behemoths slid out into realspace, their mighty hulls flying strands of warpspace as they creaked in anger at the transition, the beings inside on full alert and moving frantically to and fro within thier metal bellies.

As Vilhelm watched one of the metal flowers open over a viewing portal his four captains filed into his strategum in full battle plate. Everyone except Radik and Thel was here, Radik was readying his men and Thel was getting his Titans online. Shamesu had been woken from his slumber only fifteen minutes ago and the deck beneath them shook as his mighty form made its way into the strategum. In transit he had been outfitted with new weapons and now two plasma guns were slung under his mighty powerfists instead of flamers, aside from these two new upgrades he had a new limb sprouting from his back that was tipped with a drill, the drill tip whirred quietly as Shamesu stopped next to Aresk.

Vilhelm turned to address his men, "It is time my brothers, we have transitioned cleanly and with little effort from the warp and the assault will begin in mere hours." his voice was giddy with excitement and he could tell by the looks on his captains' faces that they too shared this feeling. "To take part in such an undertaking shows tribute to the vision of our leaders, and to be given such a special task speaks volumes of your abilities as warriors and your strength in our craft. You all know what needs to be done, make sure the men are ready and we will meet planetside. Iron Within!" "Iron Without!" Bellowed his captains' and they filed back out of the strategum and left Vilhelm alone.

He turned and looked out of the portal at the sight beneath them and heard Shamesu's servos whirring behind him, "No long speech today?" his brother's voice grated. Vilhelm shook his head, "No, they do not need one, they are focused and ready to do what needs to be done." he sighed before continuing, "Today my friend we take our final step, today we take our greatest prize." Shamesu let out a grating noise and Vilhelm knew he was thinking, "And what would that be? Revenge?" Vilhelm shook his head and put the planet below him between his thumb and forefinger before squishing them together and crushing the planet, "No....Terra."

Scene 7; Heaven is Burning

Christoph sprinted down the massive causeways that snaked their way through the section of Terra that he called home. He was in the greater northern region of the Afrikan continent, its flat planes and sandy deserts long gone and now replaced by a sprawling complex of factories and depots used to house the exports of mighty Terra. As he ran he came to the conclusion that he was most definately out of shape as he had to stop several times to catch his breath before he passed out from lack of oxygen.

He ran into a man that was sprinting in front of him and knocked him to the ground and bent over to help him up. The two of them got up and began sprinting again, masses of people all screaming and yelling as they ran towards the massive hive that dominated the skyline in the distance. Further behind that could be seen the colossal Imperial Palace, like a mountain range that blotted out everything including the sky it made the Afrikan Hive look like a hill to the Himalayas.

Warning klaxons and sirens wailed constantly and as Christoph got closer to his home and his waiting family he could see other causways being taken over by the Imperial Army that stood ready to defend the planet against those that would have it. To think that these brave men would be so far away from the palace truly made Christoph think hard about how large the force was that was currently getting closer and closer to his beloved planet. Terra, the jewel and homeworld of the mighty Imperium, throne of the Emperor and soon to be home of the most wrongful act ever committed by those meant to protect.

He stumbled through his front door and cried out to his wife and children but no one answered, he ran to the back and fell on his knees to the sight in front of him. There lying in front of him were his three children and his wife, bullet holes in each of their heads, his service pistol laying in the hand of his lifeless wife. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he cradled the body of his youngest daughter in his arms, the wails of people and the crying of the sirens creeping in from outside.

Suddenly he heard the tall tell cracks of gunfire and frantic shouting and he gingerly put his daughter down and picked up his pistol before heading to his front door. People were rushing now, laying low those that stood in their way or were too slow to keep up and crushing them beneath their feet as they ran. Unbelievably loud explosions came from above him and he looked up to see massive aircraft entering the atmosphere overhead, and as they got closer he felt his stomach tighten and his bowels loosen as he realized what kind of aircraft these were.

A man's head five feet in front of him exploded in a pink mist and Christoph turned to see soldiers advancing quickly down the street firing into the mass of people periodically. They looked bigger then usual, a bit taller and meatier, their combat gear a pitch black and each one wearing a large rebreather mask fit with visor connected to their helmets. Orange lenses glared out at those that were unfortunate enough to catch thier attention and Christoph found himself pulling his pistol up and aiming carefully down the sights at one of the soldiers.

With a shout of "For the Emperor!" he fired and the soldier's head kicked back as he fell to the floor lifeless. Imediately the soldiers opened fire on him, rounds peppering his body and easily penetrating to the other side and hitting the wall behind him. He faintly heard the order to advance and fire at will punctuated with autogun fire on full auto, but as he fell to the floor his lifeblood pumping out of his wounds his attention was not on what was happening around him but what was flying just overhead.

Aircraft rocketed past just above the rooftops, drivers cutting it close to avoid the immenent anti-aircraft fire. They were colored a steel grey, black and yellow chevrons crossing the wings and hatches, a silver skull with helm emblazened next to an iron guantlet gripping a bleeding heart. They sped overhead, thier mighty engines powering them forward not towards the now burning Afrikan Hive, but towards the mighty mountain range that stood behind it, the Imperial Palace. As Christoph's vision began to fade he could see the sky turning a deep orange hue and as one of the soldiers stood over him and threw the butt of his gun down at his head for the killing blow he saw that same iron gauntlet with the bleeding heart on the shoulder of the man and realized that all was truly lost.

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some nice ides here, i have to admit i didn't read all of it but act 1 is great.

keep up the great work, it would be nice to see this in a story format, with chapters. Was this meant to be a plan?

just a little advice, maybe you could bulk up the detail to just make it a little longer and you'd have a possible book on your hands here!

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Discussion Starter · #6 ·
ok guys been a long time since i have introduced anything new to this but act 2 now has scene 7. i hope you all enjoy it because i plan on updating this as frequently as possible now, cheers!

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Awesome read dude. I can't wait to see some more.

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Discussion Starter · #8 · (Edited)
here is scene 8 for Act 2, for whatever reason i couldnt put it in with the rest of the Act but here it is!

Scene 8; Plains of Desolation;

The Stormbird rocketed over the Afrikan cityscape, small plumes of anti-aircraft fire shooting up in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable. Vilhelm stared out of one of the viewing portals on the side at the scene below, a smile crossing his lips as he watched the goings on below him, the fire in his chest growing with each passing second. "ETA TWENTY SECONDS LORD!" The pilot's voice boomed over the vox in the Stormbird and Vilhelm was snapped from the scene below as the hatch at the back of the bird began to open up to allow Vilhelm and his men out. He got up and made his way to the back of the aircraft and peered out of the massive opening, below him those that were still loyal to the Emperor in the Imperial Army were fighting a loosing battle with those that had defected. The Warmaster's trap had yet to be sprung and to those on the walls of the Imperial Palace it would seem that they actually had a fighting chance, yet Vilhelm knew otherwise.

"TEN SECONDS!" came the pilot's voice. Vilhelm's mind was clouded, he knew he could not afford for it to be, especially now at this most key of moments.....yet something was weighing on his mind and he could not figure out what it was. The Stormbird banked and took them to where the Eighth had already landed and was advancing on the Army forces that was arrayed before it, Vilhelm had been held back in a last minute meeting with his Lord and was irritated that he could not drop alongside his men. As the Stormbird banked he and his men could see the walls of the palace itself and for the first moment in a very long time he was amazed by its sheer beauty. It had been turned into the perfect fortress, massive guns sat in its crenilations, men and Astartes both could be seen rushing around on its many different levels, Vilhelm's eyes narrowed as he spied the tell tale yellow of the Fists among the defenders.

"FIVE SECONDS!" Vilhelm could hear his men getting up now and getting behind him. He stared down at a force of White Scars being overtaken by the Eighth's Second Company, Severus tore a jagged piece of metal from the wall itself and threw it at a fleeing marine impaling him. As the marine fell to the ground, his jetpack fractured and useless Severus strode over to him and, lifting his leg, crushed the marine's head. He saw that the First was already advancing through its trenches and readying itself for a breach to be made, Barok's mighty form at the forefront his fist held high in the air and his chainmail cape flowing out behind him. His two newest captains were readying their men, Goudon and the Third were already firing at key points in the wall to aide the Titans in breaking it and Aresk could be seen standing in front of his men giving a speech. The majority of the Helghans were standing side by side with the Eighth, the rear gaurd mopping up the Afrikan hive along with the Olympian gaurd and Thel's mighty titans stood among the many others that now dotted the plains before the Imperial Palace.

"FOUR!" Vilhelm looked up to the walls and saw Sanguinius, the living angel, and felt a pang of regret deep in his heart. "THREE!" He looked down to see his own Primarch, just now landing himself, in all his might and glory, his massive armor and its weapons systems already turning towards the walls, a look of bitter hatred on his face. "TWO!" Vilhelm looked back at Sanguinius and saw nothing but pain and shame, did the great primarch not know why they were doing this? Was he also blind to the treachery that was done to them? "ONE!" Vilhelm's eyes narrowed and he put his helm on before jumping from the Stormbird. He knelt as he hit the ground, his suits hydraulics taking the force of the landing, his Elite Gaurd landing behind him one right after the other. As he looked up he could hear a mighty roar and knew that the Warmaster's trap had been sprung, millions and millions of men in the loyalist Imperial Army turned and began firing on thier brothers and comrades.

He heard an answering roar of hatred coming from the walls and knew that the Astartes present there had not been expecting this new development. As one Thel and his titans opened fire on the walls, the very earth beneath them all shaking violently as the mighty war machines marched forwards, their titanic guns firing at the defenders on the walls. When he had landed the battle had had little to know flow with it, his men not really moving forward at all, but now in his bones he could feel the momentum of the siege picking up and growing stronger with each passing second. The sight around him was the most awe inspiring scene he had ever scene in his long long life, so many Legions were present, so many warriors were fighting, all shouting all shooting and hacking and killing. He felt sorry for the normal human soldiers who were here, the sound must be deafening to them, yet he knew almost none of them would make it out of this meat grinder alive. The different noises had blended together to mix into one deafening constant deep rumble that shook you to your core, even the ground beneath them did not stop moving, the tread of so many warriors and war machines causing it to crack and tear apart in some places.

He was in front of his men now, at the forefront of the coming tide that was to swarm over the breach in the walls once it was made, his warhammer held high as he waited patiently. Abaddon could be seen in the far distance as he climbed on top of a blown out tank, thousands of the Sons of Horus spread out behind him. On the edges of this huge force the White Scars could be seen making lightning quick hit and run attacks, yet they were having no effect, the World Eaters and Death Gaurd were holding firm and not giving ground. The booming noise took to a very high note and Vilhelm's hearts pounded as a huge transport came falling out of the sky, its bent and deformed body burning as it crashed amongst the besiegers, all across the plains transports were falling out the sky and landing amongst his brothers. A flaming World Eaters' drop ship was rocketing towards the walls, its engines burning brightly, and as it flew over a group of Blood Angels Astartes could be seen jumping out of its doomed chasis. A small and intense battle could be seen as the World Eaters tore the Blood Angels to pieces, the sergeant of the squad holding up the head of a fallen angel in a blood crazed rage as he was torn apart by fire from an Imperial Fist squad.

The earth shook violently under his feet and Vilhelm saw a crack in the wall get hit by mutliple titan weapons systems. In slow motion the weakened section of wall began to fall apart, at first small pieces of rubble began to tumble down but soon huge tank sized chunks began to break off and as the last yellow colored marine could be seen escaping the falling wall on the top it was hit again by Thel's mighty beast, the Titan letting out a booming bellow as it finally tore down the wall in front of it. Without hesitation Vilhelm was out of the trenches and sprinting towards the breach, all around him the warriors of the Eighth were pouring out of their trenches and rushing the huge gap that now presented itself in front of them. His warhammer still held high he let out a warcry, his men answering with their own, and those warriors of the other Legions also lending thier voices to the cry as the guns of the Iron Warriors that were with them tore down the once mighty walls of the Imperial Palace with a thunderous roar.

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scene 8 is another one of your very powerful ones. Another good take one something so grand and putting into the perspective of a single person. There were a few typos in the third to last paragraph. and this sentence kind of confused me to exactly who was doing what "A flaming World Eaters' drop ship was rocketing towards the walls, its engines burning brightly, and as it flew over a group of Blood Angels Astartes could be seen jumping out of its doomed chasis. A small and intense battle could be seen as the World Eaters tore the Blood Angels to pieces" sounds like the blood angels had killed everyone in the ship but then they get killed on the ground once they jump out by more world eaters? its a great part just not as clear as I think it could be.

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Discussion Starter · #10 ·
yeah i had a hard time trying to get that one out as i pictured it in my head. i had the picture of a world eaters dropship, like a thunderhawk, that had like its wings on fire and was basically falling BUT the pilot was aiming for it to fly right over the wall so the marines inside could leap out at the right time and attack those on the wall.

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Discussion Starter · #12 ·
thanks dude, it's been awhile since ive updated this, im going to have to before school starts up again

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+rep for the iron warriors...they are already amazing. I would give more then one but alas thats all I'm allowed great fluff man

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I love it some parts arent extremely clear but i love how you didnt pick a sm chapter: you picked a csm chapter and explained why they were traitors. Def +rep for this its really good. Why is it acts/scenes not chapters? is it like a play or something? either way its great you should keep up the good work on this

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Discussion Starter · #16 ·
thank you, i have more saved on my hard drive at home that should be up within the next few months if school allows. i chose to write it like a play because of how the Gods of Chaos are all playing the "Great Game" and how the legions were all "actors" in the Heresy and so on. it allows me to write however much i can on a certain subject at a certain time and always come back to it later and add more.
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