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this is going to be a set of short stories based on how Sigmund became the Wolf Lord of the 2nd company to the Iron Wolves chapter(read the fluff so far on the Legion, look for Swords of Terra, the 11th legion to find out more)

The assault torpedo shook slightly as it shattered through debris in the vacuum of space. The torpedo was a worn metal color, simple and old, it could have belonged to many chapters, but this torpedo belonged to the Iron Wolves chapter. In truth they where mostly an unknown chapter to the Imperium of man for many reasons, but this story is not about those dark days.

Sigmund looked into the green eye pieces of his helmet, his faith renewed in that he knew his path was the right path, he was taking the right steps to complete the vision of peace that had barely slipped from the Emperor’s grasp. Closing his eyes, Sigmund gently returned the helmet into place over his head, with a soft hiss of air the seals closed, giving him an air tight seal within his armor. Sigmund glanced about as he listened to the chanting and prayers of the Wolf Priests of the 2nd company over the company wide Vox. He spotted Juilivan Keirk the grizzled Wolf Guard that had been given reigns of the pack, his right shoulder pad a dull red to show his status among the chapter. To Juilivan’s right was Brother Heirland Mercus, then the twin brothers Guilva and Justini Halrock. Then came Sigmund’s own side, glancing down he gave a slight nod to Brother Kirin Heilme the two had joined the chapter at the same time and even now they where close, then there was Brother Luther Lumis, Kraiser Maaric and Kavine Eivisn. Sigmund couldn’t see them but he could smell the Neophytes that made up the Blood Claws in the racks just below them, suddenly his mind was drawn to the blaring of the warning klaxons. “Alright Wolves, check all of your seals, brothers we have the Emperor’s work to do” as the two squads set to checking their gear one last time, flipping safeties off, the low hum of Kirin’s Plasma gun was easy to hear as it came to life. The quiet was quickly cut as the torpedo shook and the hatches blew outward, safety straps undone Juilivan was the first down and out of the pod, quickly followed by the others. Sigmund gave a soft grunt as he jumped out landing in a kneeling firing position he swept the darkness with the barrel of his Boltgun, his other hand securely squeezing the grip of his chain axe, not wanting to give away their position it lay silent as did the other chain weapons within the squads. Sigmund bound to his feet and glanced back to his brothers, Juilivan’s gruff voice coming over the Vox “brothers, keep chain weapons powered down till we have confirmed contact with the enemy, maintain Vox silence till we are among them, I want two loose V formations with one point man each” Sigmund smiled weakly feeling his twin hearts starting to beat faster, his blood starting to flow faster as he readied for war. Quickly they formed up, Sigmund stepped past the others to the point position of the first V, having earned the place in a test of marksmanship, then without a word they started to move forward as one.


(to be continued......)

feel free to leave comments everyone

Yea, sucks when you post something and noone bothers responding or bothering to look at it despite the quality.

Your story was alright, no quarrels against it. I'm just not a big fan of SM novels.

thanks for the comment, at least someone did, and thanks i know what you mean not everyone likes SM but i do so i thought i would fluff out my third army's leader a bit. it is hard to right about SM though to try and see things through their eyes in impossable, so you have to guess alot, and i just hope i can make it part way, lol i am using the Souldrinker Omibus for help, reading it over and over again to help understand them, there is more to them than blind faith, you just have look...well that's what i think anyways

i liked it.
the only part i said huh about was when he puts on his helmet and then smells the bloodclaws.
super senses for the win...

well... and then there was the whole "lets be quiet" thing which seems kind of hard as they just landed in a drop pod-esque vehicle.

i still enjoyed it though and like the chapter name

true they know you are on the ship but if you don't make any noise how can they tell where on the ship you are?

next section enjoy and comment))


The hours dragged by slowly, almost painfully, the Neophytes talking among themselves with hand signals, the first trait any Iron Wolf learned. As they made their way deeper into the space hulk, they found themselves exploring further into the unknown, passing through ships of both human and xeno belongings. Finally something stuck out along the seemingly endless corridors and hallways. Holding up a hand the formation halted. Sigmund lowered to a knee as the rest of his V moved up into covering positions, Sigmund looked to the marks in the wall that normal human would have missed in the darkness. Though he and the others around him where far from normal, Sigmund’s enhanced senses easily picked up the las burns in the wall. The metal was still warm and slightly bendable, meaning their where survivors at least enough to make two sides. Suddenly the warning rune on his armor flashed, a Neophyte had found something on his hand held auspex.

He was far from nervous but he was confused as the dot seemed to be running head long in his direction, right in front of him but he couldn’t see it. The skilled Grey Hunters had all fought ship to ship fight before, and Sigmund just happened to be closest, he lunged forward, tackling the younger marine to the floor as the foe burst from the floor. Large eyes and a slightly round head, the creature whirled on them, its four arms ending in sick looking talons, the roar went out “Stealer!” but soon the cry was drowned in the echo of bolter fire, with a high pitched squeal the Tyranid was blown apart. Sigmund jumped to his feet as did the Neophyte, Juilivan’s voice boomed over the Vox “form two lines, back to back, tight firing lines quickly”. Though the Vox was to his ear he couldn’t ignore the screeching sound that was flooding the hallway. As ants from soft clay they burst from the sides of the hall way and even came down from the ventilation shaft. Sigmund found himself having a hard time finding targets, with a growl he stopped trying to pick them out and set his Boltgun to full auto with the flick of his thumb. Adding the roar of his weapon to the sound of the others, the volume of their muzzle flashes lighting up the hall way in quick bursts of light, as if a child was turning the lights on and off in quick succession. With each flash Sigmund could make out the gore and pure havoc the bolts where causing, Gene Stealers being torn open under the sundering hail. One Gene Stealer was burnt in half under a blast of Kirin’s Plasma Gun, he could hear the low hiss of a Flamer spiting out a burst of death, but dared not look away from the horde in front of himself. As the mass of hissing and slashing monsters neared, it became clear that their numbers had become near useless in the tight hall way. Sigmund only poured more fire into the mass feeling his rage boil up and out his mouth “my brothers, blood for the Emperor!” his war cry was only echoed by the others. The mass drew closer, and as it did so a rather bold foe lunged from the masses, it stood taller and its second set of arms where topped with a sickly looking claw , its mass landed upon a Neophyte next to himself. With a roar his chain axe came to life and he brought it swinging forth in a deadly arch. The teeth of his axe whining loudly as they tore through the beasts back, spitting out gore and ichor over his armor. The trapped Neophyte’s own chain sword burst up through the beast’s belly, roaring out his hate even as the beast ripped his lower half off. With a grunt Sigmund brought his axe down yet again this time catching the beast squarely on the back of the neck. With a final whine of bone to chain blade the creature’s head flew off, glancing down to his fallen brother, who propped his halved body up with a hand. The Neophyte leveled his Bolt Pistol to his foes even as his life blood pooled about his frame, the only thought through his mind was how annoying it was that his grenades where on his lower half and out of reach, and pulled the trigger “for the Emperor!”.


More to come.......)

Sigmund sighed deeply as he heaved his chainaxe from the last of the Genestealers he had slain. The walls were coated in ichor and chunks of flesh, the smell of the dead Tyranids almost overwhelming. His eyes slowly moved to his side of the firing line and he shook his head lightly, three of the Neophytes lay dead. One had, had his chest ripped open, another having been beheaded and the third just bled out. It was a dark task ripping the weapons and ammo from their fallen brothers and all was quiet as they did so.

As they regrouped Juilivan slowly tugged his helmet from his head, preferring to talk with his face seen. “What do we have left?” Sigmund quickly pulled inventory. He sighed deeply as he answered “we stand fourteen strong, two Boltguns out of service, ripped apart in the fray, enough full magazines to give us each fifteen, a hand full of grenades, the Plasma Gun is still working with four more packs for it, the Flamer is working and is only half spent on its second canister, and enough extra Chain weapons to let us fight with two in our mouth and hands”. Sigmund’s last remark brought a deep laugh from the others and a smile to their Wolf Guard’s face “if only you could fight them with your wit, brother this would be over quickly”. This of course brought more laughter from the pack mates, and they settled back into step. Juilivan sighed deeply before speaking, “Cut out the gene seed and burn the xeno, set the armor and shattered weapons aside and mark the bodies to be picked up. We head deeper into this beast. We are still here to cleanse this foe from our prize”. All gave nods and quickly moved back into position, the ranks a tight V as they marched further in. Juilivan contacted the rest of the battle force, giving news of the threat. Soon their searching was rewarded as they entered another room. They found themselves in a rather large opening between ships.

(more to come, enjoy )

Looking out through the darkness, their enhanced vision could make out the shape of a Battle Barge that had been trapped with the Space Hulk’s mass. The ship seemed untouched. As if it had been cocooned within the space hulk, it was painted in light grey and yellow colors and had a rearing wolf head on its side. It must have at one time belonged to the Space Wolves . Even Sigmund looked out in awe at its shape, seeming to be in perfect condition. Leading to the question of how could it be in such good condition and inside another ship? It would serve its new legion well enough, leaving a mark upon the auspex the squad moved deeper into the ship to locate more key points.

Sigmund jumped down to a lower level of the massive open room, upon hitting the deck a soft slithering sound hit his ears and his weapon was up in a flash. From the shadows burst a snake like beast, covered in thick armor like scales. There was no hesitation as Sigmund pulled the trigger of his Boltgun, sending a hail of Bolter fire on full auto into the hulk of the oncoming Ravener. A well placed bolt traveled through the beast’s mouth and exploded out the back of its skull sending out a spray of thick gore and blood, its mass slammed to the floor with a wet thud. Slowly Sigmund closed the distance to the deceased foe. The beast was curiously large. He had killed many before, but not of this size. Sigmund’s chain axe whirled to life as he removed one of the chitin scales from the massive beast’s head. Half way through taking a trophy, a pair of hisses hit his ears. As two more Raveners came lunging up Sigmund was barely able to hit the ground and roll away. His battle brothers laying down a withering hail of bolter fire. Under the concentrated fire, one of the Raveners was blown into chunks of meat as the other was cut in half from a plasma blast. The rest of the brood reared up only to meet their fate, with all fourteen space marines pouring fire into the Tyranids. The beasts seemed to just fall apart, as swish cheese like holes where made in their hulking frames.

more to come)

With a deep sigh, Sigmund stepped forward past the smoking corpses. The deck under his feet gave a soft groan as it seemed to give slightly under his weight. But in that moment his attention was drawn back to the others by the sound of a single bolter shot. Sigmund was slightly shocked by what met his eyes. Juilivan was lifted from the floor slightly as his hand gripped at what looked like a spear. Then slowly as if from thin air the Lictor formed tossing the Wolf Guard to the deck. As it did so it was lit up with bolter fire. A high pitched squeal sounded from the creatures very different face as one of its arms was torn off under the hail of fire. It disappeared as quickly as it had come but it was far from gone. It popped up again sending a Neophyte flying with one of its large scythes and again was met with massed firing only to have it disappear yet again. The only warning he had was a soft dripping. The beast formed just behind him, but instead of being completely off guard he rounded on his foe slashing with his axe as the Lictor formed. Its blood spewing forth from the strike, the axe’s teeth digging in deeply as Sigmund gritted his teeth and pushed further into his foe “Die Xeno scum!.” His voice boomed and echoed in the large open room. The Lictor’s remaining hand swatted him to the side sending him out further onto the deck. With a groan Sigmund moved to stand but the floor under him suddenly gave and he felt himself falling into darkness.

Sigmund gave a soft grunt as he slammed to the floor of another deck, seeing stars for a moment as he tried to stand. Within moments his eye sight returned and he started to take inventory of himself and surroundings. He could already feel a dull pain in his right hand and flexing the fingers he could feel the shards of bone. Testing his legs gingerly to make sure they worked, they hurt but they would work. Glancing up from where he had fallen through he could still hear the rattle of bolter fire. Smiling weakly he turned and with a deep sigh he moved to find a way up to the battle. at first the corridor had been metal but the further he followed its length the more bio mass he found littered along the walls. A warning rune flashed as the air had become a deadly mix of spores and gases that where taxing the rebreather system. As he continued down the corridor he found his foot steps making soft wet sounds. Glancing down he found himself looking down to what look like the inners of an animal. The memory of his fist actions against the Tyranids came to mind. He had been a novice at the time and he could remember as he trudged through the wet organ like halls. They had fought to the center of the crashed hive ship, though most of the battle group had been lost he had survived. And in doing so he and a handful of others hand planted melta bombs at the creature’s spine column and with the explosions killed it. Then a plan formed within his mind on how to cut the head from the snake in at least a metaphoric way. Looking around he smiled as he found the long cords that made up the things nerve system. Using the cords as a guide he marched further into the beast.

It had been roughly an hour since he had dropped down into the Tyranid biomass. He had yet to find a contact which amazed him. The one thing he had come to learn of the Tyranids was their ability to be everywhere at once. Suddenly Sigmund was snapped from his thinking as he picked up on a soft hiss. Taking cover as best he could Sigmund slowly moved toward the source of the sound. As he rounded the corner of an intersection the hissing was soon countered with Las fire. Using the wall for cover Sigmund peered to the other side of the edge and was amazed at what he spotted. Roughly twenty guardsmen had made a last stand. They where doing the best they could but their position was heavily compromised. Soon enough the firing squad turned to using their Las Rifles as clubs or the bayonets mounted on their weapon. Sigmund leveled his Boltgun at the melee before his eyes and pulled the trigger. With the precession that could only come from years upon years of pain staking drills, he started to even the odds for his beleaguered allies. Lifting his axe he bellowed his war cry “in the service of the Emperor!” In a flash Sigmund was to the rear of the enemy horde, cutting his way through them. His Boltgun roaring as his chain axe whined against bone and flesh, As Sigmund rushed forward to join the guardsmen he spotted the true threat to the line a brood of Gene Stealers. Swinging his axe Sigmund took the head of a nearby foe as he quickly leveled his Boltgun to the small brood and pulled the trigger. An animal like joy gleamed in his eyes as Sigmund watched the Bolts wreak havoc on the small brood. With a mighty roar of pure bloodlust Sigmund plowed towards the GeneStealers, pouring further fire into their mass. With a deep grunt he slammed head long into the first of the beasts sending the creature flying. Sigmund brought his chain axe up and with a grinding whine the axe’s teeth ate their way clean through the torso of another sending gore flying about.

The killing lasted for another thirty minutes but it felt like mere seconds to Sigmund. He hefted his axe from a warrior he had closed with, his armor was covered in gore and chunk of flesh and chitin from his kills. With a sigh he made his way towards the guardsmen unable not to smirk as the conscripts murmured among themselves and looked at him through the goggles of their gas masks in pure awe. The degree at which they looked to him made him slightly sick to his stomach, he had grown up around humans as a boy and had even lived aboard a ship surrounded by those the legion had accepted as combatants but not as space marines. Normal humans where no where near as alien to him as they would to another marine of the imperial chapters. His eyes scanned over those before him as he tried to find a leader. His search was cut short as a muffled scream sounded off, like a whip lash his head turned and he found the source. Sigmund bounded forward quickly, sending a group of the guardsmen to the floor, as he moved to the wounded man. Dropping down to a knee he quickly started to assess the man’s wounds. He gritted his teeth one of the gaunts rounds had found home and unlike the others he was alive to feel as the living ammunition started to eat into him. Looking over the guardsmen before him he was amazed at how young he was, no older than fourteen. Shaking his head Sigmund set to the grizzly task at hand. There was no way the boy could be saved, and that truly was sad even if the boy was lost, and blind to the truth. Sigmund slowly stood “there is no saving you, but I can ease your passing brother” with a deep sigh he leveled his weapon to the boy’s chest, only to have it pushed away with a feeble hand, the boy’s voice feebly rose up “let me meet the Emperor without this mask” giving a slight nod Sigmund dropped to a knee, slowly undoing the gas mask and sliding it from the wearer’s face and setting it down on the bio mass that was passing for the floor. Sigmund was pained, most marines knew only hate, but for any marine of the younger generation within 11th Legion this was no longer true. Love, compassion, of course they were no where near normal and always held in check. Closing his eyes, Sigmund squeezed his armored finger upon the trigger of his boltgun sending the explosive round into the Guardsmen’s chest. The sound echoed through the room, standing to his full height he opened his eyes, mind clear body ready to continue. Turning he took in the Guardsmen around him, all looking to him, some moving nervously, they where lost in the ocean of fear and death around them try as he might Sigmund could not remember that emotion. “who will stand with me, who will follow me, I will not demand such of you, but I will welcome all to fight at my side” there was a moment of silence as the men about him shuffled about deep in thought, then slowly a flak armored being stepped forward. The frame was thin and was shadowed by the mighty space marine, shaking lightly, a tender yet firm voice rose to his question “ I will follow you Space Marine” slowly the others started to voice their offerings of help, with a soft nod Sigmund stepped pass the small Guardsmen. Walking forward, he didn’t need to look back to know the mass of men were followed after him into the darkness, into the belly of the beast, willingly.

Slowly Brother Chaplain Salvry stalked forward, he had been following his prey through out the belly of the ship. The skull white helmet that hid his face, with glowing green eye pieces held nothing but hate within its demeanor and it was a good emotion to describe how he felt about his foes. Slowly he used the polished head of his Crozius Arcanum to peer about the corner, he couldn’t help but smile as he spotted his prey. The beast was hunched over a body, happily tearing gouts of flesh from the dead being with wet rips with its massive hands, shoving them up into its gapping maw and feeder tendrils, he slowly counted to three, time slowing down for him. He bound around the corner, his right arm springing up into a locked at the elbow forward point arch, bringing his Plasma Pistol up. Rushing forward, he started to count down the distance 5 meters to target, he squeezed the trigger on his pistol, sending a blast of super heated metal at his foe, the thing had barely turned before the blast smashed into the side of its face. Reeling back the Lictor screeched out loudly, 2 meters till target, Salvry thumbed the power switch to his Crozius and with a spark of light it hummed to life. The Lictor slowly started to regain itself, and its flesh hooks spewed from its body, but flashed past Salvry’s frame, the beast had lost depth perception with the loss of its eye, he would not let it gain such back. Bringing the pistol into a lower angle he pulled the trigger again another shot of super hot metal crashed into the Lictor’s chest the heat causing the exoskeleton under the shot to explode outward in gore. With a mighty roar Salvry lunged forward, bringing his Crozius forward catching the beast on the side of its knee, with a crunch the joint gave as the power weapon cut clean through the exoskeleton and chitin. With a gurgled grunt the beast’s tail lashed out sending Salvry’s frame flying into a wall, his armored bulk crashed with a contorted groan of metal against metal the force of the hit and the weight of his Artificer armor having left him slightly stuck in the wall. Using his elbows Salvry pushed himself free of the wall landing upon his feet he looked to the Lictor as it struggled to use its now useless leg “you die now Xeno scum, for all my brothers that your race has devoured I shall cleanse this place of your kind!” with a mighty roar that even stopped the Lictor he rushed forward. The beast was supporting it self with one of its massive hands, the other lunged forth, rolling to the side Salvry doged the attack and brought his weapon around under the swing to crush the arm supporting his foe. Using his armored boot, Salvry kicked the beast’s chest rolling it onto its back, he drove his foot down, exoskeleton crunching under the force “now die filth!” with those words he brought the Crozius down, braining the creature, and then pouring another blast into the mass that had been its face moments before. He tugged free of his kill the body still twitching as the nerve endings where simmering down, Salvyr sighed deeply, his armor jet black, one shoulder as black as his armor with inlaid gold symbols the right shoulder a deep blue color with an image of Terra itself with eleven interlocked swords behind it, marking him as a Chaplain of the Herald of Despair chapter, the 1st chapter of the 11th legion.

(yes thats right another character from the same legion, well i hope you all enjoy and i will write up some more soon, faster than what it took to get this out i promise to all those reading you will get more soon)

is anyone still following this? if so please let me know, i have a limited amount of time and if no one is reading it i can spend the time else where, like getting more of my stuff packed up for my move out of the country, but if i have some readers, i will keep writing, well hope to hear from anyone soon ))