Alright, heres the deal... im not going to tell you where this is heading or what the major plot is but I want you to figure that out from this small teaser. If you want more I will post more just dont get into it about what is right and what is wrong within the fluff possiblities of what 'will' happen, no female marines or anything just...you will find out. 
A flash of white light blinded the bridge of the Sword of Redemption. Marshal Gorgon covered his steel eyes with his armored gauntlet but to no avail his senses could not withstand the light. Every inch of his genetically engineered body felt cold, even through Marshal Viktor Gorgon’s solid ceramite plated power armor it felt as if a thousand needles pricked against his flesh. The air from Gorgon’s lungs was heaved from his massive chest while his ears rang with the brutal piercing sound that slowly faded, as did the light.
He knew only darkness now; he felt his eyes open and close but still no image. The bridge of the battle barge was quiet and still, none of the machines that operated the many stations chimed or hummed as they had for countless centuries in service. There wasn’t any hustle of movement from the fleet orderlies and the mind locked humanoid servitors that served aboard the fearsome vessel of the space marines. Gorgon mussed the thought that death had taken him, but this was no final battle alongside the Emperor, this was dark and cold, unnerving thought that should have troubled him more, but for whatever reason troubled him far less than one could sanely expected.
He is the one, this warrior of the so called Imperium of Man…
The voice entered his mind like a shallow echo of some alien accent that he understood; though wishing beyond hope it were not so. His muscles ached and his armor hissed the servos were left unpowered, at least now he knew death was not upon him, but rather lost in the darkness. As the Air entered his lungs again, Gorgon’s body slowly found its place with the cold metal grated floor beside the command pulpit he had once been standing by as the ship traveled through the vacuum of space.
He can save us; he will bring order to this galaxy…
A second voice spoke; it seemed as if there was many in the same room as him, all whispers of the same xeno accent. Gorgon climbed to his knees, the power armor straining and creaking as it moved. Still in the darkness of his bridge yet he was able to move about, remembering and knowing where he was even though still unable to see through the pitch darkness; he could sense the beings around him, an alien feeling that penetrated deep into his soul, such a taint it sickened him to the core.
[/i]We cannot trust another Astartes… These Mon-Keigh have failed us before.[/i]
Gorgon was now standing, his eyes searching the darkness but to no avail, a small light flickered on his power armor indicating his suit was recharging itself from its internal power source. The green glow was enough so that his eyes could quickly adjust to the dark. Gorgon fixed his half lidded eyes on five figures standing around his pulpit; each one slender and tall like that of the Eldar xenos, only the silhouettes could be seen. Wheezing something that could barely be called a semblance of the gothic language, his mind went blank; forcing out nothing but a wisp of air that should have been words. He just stood there, unable to move while these aliens watched him; feeling their eyes watching his every move, as if a jury before a singular being looking down on it. For the first time in his centuries of life as a space marine he truly felt unable to fight.
Lead him to the path and he shall bare the torch to which it burns the darkness that will soon plague this galaxy …
Those were the last words as the xenos then drifted off into the mist of the darkness, leaving Gorgon standing there, his body feeling weak again and his eyes rolled up under faint eye lids as the space marine fell against the command pulpit unable to move as the bright light plague his vision once more.
The hymn of chatter and movement spurred Gorgon awake as a cold gauntlet smacked his face from one side to another. Blurred faces moved into view as Gorgon opened his eyes wider and blinked as he sat up under his own power.
“Marshal Gorgon, the warp has taken us.” A voice called out across the bridge among the noise and urgency of controlled panic throughout the crew.
Standing before Gorgon was the mighty form of Brother Santos, his dark sage eyes watching his Marshal’s movements, aiding him if need be. Sword Brother Santos, the Marshal’s senior of his Marshal household. His black armor was jet-black with red accents across the shoulder plates
“Status on the bridge!” Gorgon bellowed as he rose to his feet, still clenching the arm rest of the pulpit. The power armor seemed to of moaned and hissed with each of his movements, the joints unpowered and was forced to use his own strength to move the highly polished midnight black armor that had once aided Gorgon’s strength.
Against the restraint of Santos’s hand Gorgon pushed it aside and walked over to the star charts that were laid on a data screen in front of him. The green hue reflected off of Gorgon’s stern facial features, his eyes reading the data that streamed out. “I see nothing, no coordinates, no possible fix on a location, nothing.” Gorgon paused for a moment. “This is impossible…” He said at last before his mind thought back to the last few moments he had witnessed, it seemed as if no one else saw or heard what he had, as if it was all just a dream. But what did it mean he thought, it could be the warp playing tricks on his mind but it felt so real.
“Marshal… By the Emperor we have no idea where we are.” Santos altered Gorgon as he moved to his side; the words were concerning but yet not a hint of uncertainty in them. “The warp has.”
Cutting off his battle brother Gorgon raised a hand to silence him, though by no means disrespecting him. “Tell the navigators to search for the astronomican; we cannot lose sight of the light that has been gifted to us by the Emperor.”
Santos nodded with a bow of his head and left the bridge into the navigators hold, there the Black Templars stored their psykers with extreme abhorrence against them. Not a single Templar was tainted with psychic abilities, though thought as gifts in most chapters; they were highly unwelcomed within the brotherhood of the Black Templar.
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