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Hi guys i started to write this awhile ago while i was on vacation it hit me pretty well and it gave me a good idea. By the title you can tell that there is two things in this story. Space Marines and a Xenos Race of Shapeshifters. A concept I played with for a while. Now I have already gone through and read through biological books and such to learn how they would shapeshift. I naturally thought of snakes shedding their skin.

I will create separate chapters and please criticize it if you wish to.

This is a WIP. Please PM if you want me to fix anything. (or comment on this thread.)

Thus far I have written Fifty Pages on the Shifter War.


Secondly-
This is written to explain why the Knight Host of Kelitizifiel is not present in the Widow Systems. This is a war against the ShapeShifter empire known simply as the Quaji'd or better known as the Shifters by those who fight them. This is a dark time and the Imperium has sent a large crusade to combat the entire Empire of Shifters. They are Masters of Stealth. Who will the Imperium's greatest Stealth Soldiers or the Xeno's Biological Stealth? None know but the Emperor of Mankind.

The Shifter Wars
It is the 41st Millennium and there is only War. The Wanderers Chapter are an Adeptus Astartes Chapter born of the Dark Angel’s Chapter Geneseed, they are known across the galaxy as some of the fiercest fighters and one of the most talented in all aspects of fighting. They are also known for having lost many of their number several times. Most chapters do not wish to fight with them because of the Wanderer's Beliefs and because how they fight. They do not follow the Edicts of the Codex. Thanks to this. They have survived thousands of Wars and are Fleet Based. They have lost their home-world of Neckia, and they are scared for eternity for this loss.

The Imperium’s Northern boundary the Ghoul Stars is home to overpowering Xenos Races, Shapeshifters, Bird Creatures, and Creatures of nightmares. How the imperium has been unable to defeat them is due to the end of the Astronomicon. Many crusades have ventured outside the boundaries of the Tekal Systems the final point of Astronomical Light and none have ventured back, except the eternal screams of the long dead.

Humanity \has always been threatened. But no single zone is horrified and more feared than the Ghoul Stars. The Astartes of the the Brotherhood of the Ghoul Stars are proud and unmoving, and are constantly battling the horrors of the deep space. Without the Brotherhood the Imperium would surely fall apart as Billions of horrors came upon them from the northern boundaries.

Crusades never moved and would and could only hold them off. Such was their duty, they could never move from their position till the enemies soldiers were drained and they could attack them. Only the Black Templars have succeeded in doing this but payed for this as many of their ships were lost in the crusade against the Cythor Fiends.

The Wanderers will face their greatest enemy yet. Will they come out of this with wisdom or ignore it like the rest of the Imperium? The fate of an entire sector and the Imperium lies upon the hands of the Wanderers.

Chapter 1

“Prince Kelitizifiel!” A Voice yelled down from the Grand Hallway of the Knights Honor.

The Knights honor was a Massive Strike Cruiser that held the Fire Host, Kelitizifiel’s Knight Host. It was a decorated ship with one of the fastest warp engines the Wanderers could manage. The hallways were ivory in color and boasted banners from planets the Cruiser had saved in its lifetime.

Kelitizifiel was an Angel Prince, the leader of a host, the Captain the leader of the Chapter. He had ivory armor similar to the hallways of the Knight’s Honor. He had perfect features save for the scar across his eye, his eye were the shallow blue of the oceans. His hair was silk black, and pointed. He wore two gauntlets with fire emblazed on them, and his sword was strapped by his side, with the emblem of the salamander upon it. A bolter at his side, golden and ivory in appearance, it bore the markings of master crafting by the Salamanders chapter. His armor was pointed at the pauldrons and displayed his chapters symbol.

Kelitizifiel turned himself to the direction the voice came. His Shallow Blue eyes scanned the intruder. A similarly claded Warrior quickened his pace to stand in front of his Prince. Kelitizifiel grinned, and spoke with a light evangelical voice, “Braham.”

Braham was the Rank of Angel. The Equal vent of a Veteran Sergeant in a Codex Chapter. Braham was average in height, (in terms of being a wanderer), but he would soon hit his growth spurt at the turn of 300. 10 Terran years from the current date. He was known for being patient, cunning, a true example of his chapter. His eyes were Hazel and he had brown hair, his face was stern looking and scared from many hundreds of battles. His eyes told of a long past of pain and suffering, and of heroism.

“Prince, I come with news from the Battle Lines of the Ghoul Stars Secondary, The Quaji’d Front. Prince Ophaniel and Arch Angel Sariel wish you to send your Host in support of them and the Arch Angel of Justices entire Grand Company. There is also a Crusade Fleet of three other Chapters, Including five companies from the Storm Crusaders, 2 Companies from the Dusk Guard, and three Companies from the Black Juggernauts. There is also five regiments of Imperial Guardsmen, One Scout Titan Legion, Three Armored Companies, and a Death Watch Squad. If I may say so myself my Prince, the area is pretty grim, and they will need our help as soon as possible.”

Braham kneeled immediately, he had not wished to insult his prince at all.
Kelitizifiel eye brow rose. He laughed.

“Three chapters of the Adeptus Astartes. Sounds like something from the old books of the Great Crusade. If they need my aide, I will surely answer. I do not want Storm Crusaders to win all the honor.”

Braham rose from his kneel. “Also my Prince, Loken Terlock and Crusade Captain Galatian Loerin are leading the Storm Crusader Forces.”

Kelitizifiel chuckled. “So the Iron Wolf, and the Blackened Heart are joining us? What a party this must be indeed, who is leading the Crusade, my Angel?”

Braham nodded and spoke. “Sariel and the Arch Angel of Justice are leading the Crusade, and my prince If I must say so myself, I will not let some Crusaders still the glory of battle from me!”

Kelitizifiel grinned and agreed with the Angel. “Yes! Let it be! No one steals the thrill of battle from my Host! Braham, I will let the Ship Captain know we are leaving the Widow System. But Braham, tell Gavreel to send aide to the local DeathWatch so that they might replace me in case of any attacks upon the widow system.”

Braham thumped his chest with his fisted hand. “Yes my prince!”

Kelitizifiel turned and walked towards his own chambers to mediate on the upcoming meeting.

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*To be continued*

Ch.1 Cont.

Beriel Turned down the hallway of the lower section of the Knights Honor, unlike the gloryious halls of the upper decks, the lower decks were meant for the Astarte’s living quarters.

Beriel repeated to himself a new gift bestowed upon him. “I am an Angel.”

His mind was still wrapping around the thought of being a higher rank than those of his cell. He was placed with his Power armor it was ivory green colored, and his helmet hid his face away like a mask, it was shaped like that of Knight, on his breastplate bore a symbol of his rank of which he had just been given a few hours ago by Angel Prince Kelitizifiel himself.

Beriel twisted his finger tips on the handle of his sword, Tyrant Killer. It gleamed even within its sheath. He walked past busy serfs walking with weapons of their masters. Each one of them bore the Symbol of the Wanderers on their backs.

The serfs bowed to him as he walked past. They were always polite to Astartes. Most chapters regard their serfs with hatred. But the Wanderers choose to be kind with their serfs and give them duties and training to protect the wanderer’s warships when they are at war. Sometimes a Serf May become a Fleet Captain if he proves to be successfully. They also proved to be unignorant of the chapter’s activities but to other Astartes chapters they stay away from them as much as possible.

As he walked past the last groups of Serfs, he came to his chamber, a small cell. He beat his hand on the door control. The Door reacted and opened itself. He stepped into his chamber.
His Chamber was barren save for the cot, and only one wall decorated with a desk and display of his bolter and the barren display of his sword. He walked towards the barren wall and took off his helmet, placing it down on the desh. He unsheathed his sword and placed it upon the display.

He began to think of his promotion. How was he promoted? Why was he promoted?

He kept shifting his mind through his issue. In his periphal vision he saw two figures claded in the armor of the Lion. He turned and saw his two brothers. Teriel and Duriel. Duriel was a blonde tall muscular, a match for any other Astartes, his face was battered from fighting for 3 centuries, he was the eldest veteran in his Cell. Teriel had fine black ponytail, and was average height and size for a Wanderer, he bore a handsome face, he bore no scars at all upon his face.

Beriel rose from his kneel and walked towards his brothers shook the hands of both his brothers. “My Brothers! It has been far too long!”

Duriel smilied and laughed. “Yes, we thought your tale had ended when you walked into the Service of the Watch!”

Teriel Rolled his eyes. “Now we see you again you are the Leader of our cell! The Lion Cell is glad to have a leader to replace the dead! And Duriel give some respect to the man, well, for the time being of course.”
Duriel chuckled. Beriel smilied and spoke again. “Teriel how fares our host? Since my return from the Watch?”

Teriel frowned. “Well we haven’t actually seen combat in the months you have been gone, we have only been deployed once and we gave those heathens something to be afraid of. Our numbers have stayed the same, except for the position you took.” Teriel fell silent. He looked away, the previous Angel of the Lion Cell was a Hero in the Host and was famous for his glorious Sacrifice and the sacrifice of another cell bore heavy on the host. Gavreel loaned one of his angel’s and his cell to Kelitizfiel’s host.

Teriel spoke softly. “See we haven’t really had that much combat, we are all itching for it, isn’t that right Duriel?”

Duriel spoke harshly, “Of course! The Servitors offer no real challenge to me!”

He held in his hand a broken combat servitor arm. Beriel laughed. “If there was ever a servitor uprising I know who to call then.”

Teriel laughed, but Duriel scowled. “I don’t know there is enough of them to be a threat to this entire ship!”

They all laughed.

Beriel leaned against a wall for comfort.

The spoke of the heroism that they had done while he was gone. He had truly missed his brothers comfort while in the watch. He lay silent and smiled as they told him a new story of the battle he had missed. He had served on the Watch in the Maelstorm. He had heard details of Nisroc's Watch, but he hadn't heard much of it apart from rumors. He laughed to himself. He had seen many of a things in his Watch.

“Beriel, is your promotion nagging at you! Add something to the converstation! Are you too important for us little guys now?” Piped Duriel.

Beriel laughed in response.

“Not all Duriel, but I must – Began Beriel.

The vox boomed into his room.

“Angel Beriel you are needed in the War Room immediately.” It was a feminine voice. The Coms Officer of the Knights Honor.

“I am On my way.” The vox turned off immediately in response. He bowed to his brothers and walked out of his chamber. “Valor in Death my brothers!”

His Brothers responded “We are the light of death!”

Duriel and Teriel grinned.

Beriel walked towards the end of the hall towards the lift. And hit the button to go up. Now this is going to be interesting.
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(WIP Please comment!)