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Alright here it goes with the introduction of the astartes chapters that will be present on Settlement 228, the White Consuls and the Crimson Paladins. I will be writing the fluff for the Consuls and my brother will be doing the Paladins.

The astartes strike cruiser Grand Crusade floated through deep space with an eerie silence, its grand hull shining in the starlight, great blast marks scoured the magnificent marble, marring the beauty of the ship forcing it to carry the scars of battles past. The vessel had seen the horrors of the warp, had paid its dues at the fall of Boros, the thought of that battle had been ingrained in the minds of all of the cruiser's inhabitants, every battle brother, serf, attendant, artificer and mechanic knows that they have failed. The Boros system was a bastion of hope, a symbol of the emperor's light in the unforgiveing darkness of the galaxy, but it had fallen to chaos, evil in its most pure form had enveloped the Boros system and the Consuls had failed to protect it. In the depths of the cruiser stands a shrine, on this towering edifice of gold and silver, the names of every imperial soul who perished in the Boros war are written, and every single day the inhabitants of the ship kneel in a prayer of forgiveness in front of the shrine, so that the god emperor may forgive their failure.

Chapter master Casius began his daily meditation in his chambers, having only been just promoted to the most honorable position shortly after the death of the previous master, Valens. What should have been a grand celebraious occasion was overshadowed by the anguish of the failure of Boros, for the White Consuls had been stuck a devastating blow by the Word Bearers, losing two full companies, numerous ships, members of their high command and ultimetly the system itself. Casius shuddered at the memory of his promotion back on Sabatine, he had taken his oath upon the thunder hammer that once belonged to Valens, during his acceptance speech he had cried for vengence and the crowd had cheered him on, everyday since then he could not drive back the feeling that he had let them down. Casius focused his view on his blade, the holy chapter relic "Traitor's thorn" floated in its containment field, the blade was a symbol of office as much as a weapon, a masterpiece of the insane tech magos voldanos who became so obsessed with the blades completion that he was literaly consumed by it upon its completion. With a whirl of gears the bulkhead slid open and Casius turned to see who had entered. A young women clad in the vestments of a chapter serf stood idly in the entrance hallway, she was young and obviously in awe of the figure standing before her. "Sir, your presence is required on the bridge" she said meekly, "was a reason stated?" replied Casius, "no sir, but it seemed important, chaplain Gedron is waiting for you" Casius began to walk towards the door, pulling the hood of his robes over his head "Call an artificer, my storm bolter seems to be acting up again", "Yes Sir" shouted the girl, who then darted away down the adjacent hallway. Casius began to wonder what could be waiting for him on the bridge, he had a feeling that what was about to unfold would raise him and his brothers above their depression and towards redemption. When he arrived at the bridge, he found the dome like room frantic, everywhere attendants and vox operators worked furiously on their terminals, people pointed at screens and de-coded messages, Casius was in awe at all of the activity when he was approached by the chaplain. "Glorius news Casius", "What is going on Gedron?" Casius was handed a vox radio, He listened intently to the voice on the other side, eventually a smile crept across his face, "Send out a message, I want all battle brothers in full gear, formed up in hangar C for mission breifing" Shouted Casius, he looked towards Gedron, "The time has come for us to repent"

The Crimson Paladins, only known by their monastary world "Fortress". Not many other chapters have heard of them, or even know they exist. They live a solemn life, a life of constantly praying and worshiping. their world, a moonlike planet, beaten by asteroids and craters from long forgotten wars. but it is not on the surface where they reside, underground is where you can find their hallowed land. their monastary, it can only hold about 1200 space maries and 2100 serfs. there are not many left, but they are self sufficient, creating and eating their own food, gentically enigineering their children for a ratio of 3:1 of men to women. if the child was to be a boy, as soon as the age of 12, he started his training. taken from his birthmother and put into the hands of master sargeant Sarkayis, a champion of recruits. when the younling is taken under the wing of Sarkayis they are initiated into the scout neophyte division. Perfect equilibrium was had. the only time these sacred warriors werent praying was when they were fighting choas, they had a hate for chaos. choas were heretics against the emporer and the paladins sought it as their personal mission to eradicate this problem. Armor was scarce around the monastary, only the best of the best received terminator armor.

Sarkayis came running in with a locator beacon in hand shouting "Where's Brother Altuis? where is Altuis??" Altuis was the chapter master of these holy knights, he oversaw everything and no one could stand up to his might. it was rumored that Altuis had defeated demon price with one thrust of his glaive. Altuis draped himself in the hide of a star wyvern, the fire still burns on it. Sarkayis was still shouting as everyone gathered around him, just as Altuis comes out and speaks in his booming voice "Whats the meaning of this?"

Sarkayis raised his left hand which was carrying a locator beacon "Our scouts picked up detection of Chaos on a planet not far from here sir! this uprising Must be fairly new!" Altuis walks closer and grabs the beacon looking at it intently and turns towards the crowd now forming, he stares long and hard into the faces of his brethren. He speaks in the most heroic of voices "Brothers! where do we stand if we let this choas corrupt our neighbors? Where do we stand if we let this choas corrupt our fellow brothers? Where? Where do we stand?!" the crowd was listening with 100!% attention. "In these dark times, it is common for a common man to have FEAR struck into his heart by chaos, but not us! for we have the blessing of the emporer himself on our side! We will wash the universe of this threat! we will Anhillate these demons! Our time has been called once again brothers!" the crowd was wild with excitment, they all shouded back, as if all of the universe could hear " CLEANSE IN FLAME!"

Altuis turned to Sarkayis and said in a soft voice "suit up youre kin, we will show them what we do with heretics"

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Armor
The standard Tersian flak vest is composed of a modified version of the mark IX helmet, the helm's design is slightly modified to properly fit with the hazard mask. The mask present on every Tersian soldier incorporates inbuilt auto senses, targeting arrays as well as a complete rebreather system. This entire construct is hard wired into the rear of the soldiers skull through a set of bionic hookups, this complex system increases a soldiers accuracy, increases low light vision and allows personel to operate in low to mid levels of toxicity. Tersian body armor is designed in a system of simple overlaping plates, created from light and flexible pasteel, the armor is divided into front and back sections that are worn over the soldier's greatcoat, the two sections are connected with a leather buckle system placed under each arm. Steel shoulder plates buckle to the greatcoat and commonly display rank and squad numbers.

Every Tersian soldier is equipped with a heavy greatcoat, these are massed produced from thick and durable cloth, are waterproof and utilize chemicals to defend against hostile substances. Matching trousers are also included and are also created from thick durable cloth. The soldiers gloves and boots are standard issue mark II infantryman's gear and are quite common throughout imperial military organizations.

Weapons
This guardsmen carries the standard Tersian pattern lasgun, the weapon is extremly durable and easy to mass produce. It is designed to be easy to clean and can be totally stripped and reconstructed in less than 5 minutes, this simple design makes the weapon less likely to jam and the absense of small, fragile parts makes the weapon easy to repair. Unlike the kantrael pattern lasgun the Tersian pattern requires much larger power pack, its dual barrels generate much more power, operating withing the 23 megathule range, making the weapon much more powerful but suffering from a short battery life. Another downside to the weapon is its lack of a sight rail and bayonet lug, though guardsmen all carry an 8 inch long adamantite combat knife. Although not preset many guardsmen carry frag grenades and if in a specialist tank hunting unit krak grenades. Specialist weapons such as meltaguns, plasma guns and grenade launchers are also commonly distributed among infantry squads.

Brill work for a first army,do you have any chaos god in mind?
I think you should put some scrapes on the vehicles where the empiriums symbol is to show that they were altered in a hurry