+ The Five Choices of the Twentieth +

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I Choose choice over chance

For the Emperor 

I choose to be motivated over manipulated

For the Emperor

I choose to be useful not used

For the Emperor

I choose to make changes not excuses

For the Emperor

I choose to do things my brothers won’t, to be able to do what my brothers can’t. 

For the Emperor 

 

– X Warrior Creed X Ghost Legion X

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10000 Years ago the superhuman guardians and champions, the Primarchs of mankind turned against each other. New truths were revealed in visions and whispers of the Primordial Predator. Some  Primarchs made their own truth to serve their flawed character. Some stood steadfast with their creator, the Emperor. And one and two stood alone. 

The war that followed tore the Imperium apart and ended the great crusade of man to claim the universe. Like in all endings there were many beginnings. New Deities. New Alliances. New Dangers. And new secrets. 

One such secret I shall share with you here and now. 

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The cornered warrior knew how to work the pain. Endless hours of conditioning were the seed of his strength. The fingers of his right arm were mangled and burning and his forearm punctured by a heavy projectile. He was surprised to feel this pain. Seeing the arm laying across the room. 

Both of his legs were immobile. Practically and undeniably destroyed from below the knees. At impossible angles in a pool of blood. 

His secondary heart had stopped and lungs were at 23% capacity. Irrecoverable system shutdown perhaps minutes away. 

Bang, bang. 

Two of his four remaining bolter shots hit assailants 47 and 48 in the face and neck respectively. Showing the ruthless brilliance of a remarkable gun fighter. 

The subterranean chamber, deep in the womb of our race, was lit by the red glow where the rest of his enemies tried to cut through the heavy plasteel to flank him. 

Two Sentinels jumped through at superhuman speed. 

Bang, bang. 

First was knocked back with a chest shot designed to push back the upper body and reveal the neck sealant of sentinel’s armor for the perfectly placed second and last round that killed the Imperial Fist. The second sentinel sent a controlled, perfect grouping of four bolts straight at the lone warriors painted face. 

And everything froze. 

The Heresy was multitudinal warfare. It flowed, merged, shifted through the entirety of cosmos, all dimensions, as all creation witnessed its violence. Forces both old and new were unleashed. 

The second sentinel hung mid air, suspended in dive behind the cover of kill 23, 27, 33 and 40 on the ground. The first Sentinel double tapped a second ago, now immobile, limp like a rag doll, about to hit the floor dead. 

The four incoming shots had stopped inches from the lone warriors face. Beautiful hits in the making. He was no longer bleeding. Nor breathing. Nothing moved but his thoughts. 

Stronger, faster, bet…

A lithe, robed, figure appeared. It would not exist on any surveillance pict feed of the events. One moment nothing next moment there. It was made of metal. Ice. Energy. And aeons. It was called Non Local. Although how the lone warrior knew that without knowing was one of the many mysteries he would not have time to discover. 

His pain and heart beat came back. Instinctively recognizing returning mobility his superhuman nervous system signaled to throw the empty bolter at the Non Local. The arm did not make a move. 

His lungs were crashing now. Summoning his final energies he spat hist last breath and droplets of blood towards Non Local and willed as much as spoke, 

I am Alpharius. We Are Legion. 

 

 

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/// M42, enroute, Foil of Darkness, Strike Cruiser of the Twentieth Legion Astatrtes ///

 

I Choose choice over chance

For the Emperor 

I choose to be.. 

Awake. 

I choose 

Aware. 

+ Rage +

+ Breath! See yourself. Feel yourself. +

+ soon destruction. Kill this weakling +

+ You will kill. This is your purpose. This is your awakening +

A robed giant flipped the final switch. The lights of the vault flickered as the systems were blacked out from the hunger of the reactor re activating. And the lord of war was fully awake. 

Created in limited numbers towards the end of the Great Crusade, the Leviathan pattern Siege Dreadnought was developed in secret on Terra, away from the pervasive oculars of the Mechanicum. 

Towering over later Imperial walker patterns, this heavily armoured alpha dreadnought is savagely powerful. It was designed for siege warfare and armed with powerful and esoteric short ranged weaponry uniquely developed for it. The Leviathan’s oversized reactor allows it to bear weapons more powerful than any other classes of dreadnought, and also powers reinforced energy fields that surpass those developed for the Contemptor class.

Such terrible power comes at a cost. Terrible toll impacted on those rare warriors honored and interred inside them. 

This one was special however.

Different.

The warrior endured. Thousands of years. Perhaps since it’s creation? Something sustained it. No record remained of its origins and name, yet its deeds were Ghost Legion legend. Several other chapters, xenos armies, Imperial Knight houses, enemies had their own names for it. 

All it ever shared was ancient warrior creed. A mantra of dedication and service to the Legion. It had a sixth sense for weakness. A hatred of injured. The legend told it would summarily execute any brother found unfit to serve. Anyone compromised. It was rage and revenge. Alpharius Omegon. 

And now awake from 127 years of sleep for exactly the kind of task it was forged for. To kill the heart of a Space Hulk. 

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Migs

7 thoughts on “+ The Five Choices of the Twentieth +

  1. I love reading these stories and your take on space marines and the alpha legion. It inspired me to start working on a marine army after a almost a decade of avoiding marines. Your narrative take also got me to write and make up some background for my budding red scorpions army.

    Really excited to see your next project unfold as well as seeing how the Ghost legion develops.

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  2. Erm…wow…

    I’m almost lost for words. Why are you not writing for Black Library? I’m a big reader and this is on par (actually better than some, more atmospheric, more descriptive) with much of what is written by their in house writers.

    I’m sure you know there is a competition running at the moment for short story writers for Black Library/Warhammer?

    You really need to apply.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate it. Writing really doesn’t come naturally to me so I stick to other forms of creative output and yet I’ve tried to work on my writing and it is getting a little better. 🙂

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