The Brother Hunt.

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**The Obsidian King**

In the year 236.M34 My world Klome fell to The Instigator and his rabble of Renegades. That bastard has hidden himself so well, yet starts revolts everywhere leaving me clues of his next attack. I've followed him all around the Galaxy and back. Only ever glimpsing him in my dreams before he dissapears again, and another world falls prey to the fell Gods of Chaos. I have sworn my life & death to the pursuit of him. The Minotaurs calls us poor excuses for Marines, and The Ultramarines always gloss themselves as perfect. Saying we need to finish a campaign for once instead of promising victory, then abandoning many chapters for a whim. They know not that our honour is forever stained until we hunt down The Instigator.

Part 1 Unfinished Campaigns.

In the silence of space a massive fleet prowls the inky darkness, the flagship, Ire of Ai, stands out amongst the fleet. With its massive EMP cannon, it is a master of interference and sabotage. Able to send false messages and scrap code, while simultaneously jamming radar and all comms, on a entire planet. She slinks forward to a massive campaign front, where the Aiatar are requested to serve as a support role to the Ultramarines, White Consuls, and Imperial fists against the massive Ork Waagh! Rotgob. -232.M34. ' The Fire of Klome is sending us a vox my lord. We are nearing the Warfront, and our Allied brothers who are there already. Mikael Fabian, Xmmian Cyrel, and Josef Nyman, all requested you vox them my lord.' -spoke a serf. ' Tell them we will arrive in approximately six terran hours, Deny their voxes. Open the Deep space listening posts. and search for news of the Instigator.' 'My lord I am but a serf, I cannot talk to captains of the space marines like such.' You will speak as commanded by me. Send that now!'

' My Lord your captains request audience before we arrive to the Frontlines ' -said a monotonous voice Kaapo instantly recognized as the brilliant and tactile Aican, of 1st assault company. ' Aican, my son, bring them. ' -requested Kaapo. Three large armoured figures took long pompous strides up to Kaapo in the Bride. 'Jyri Salo, Ailis Ruutu, Esko Iharnaki. Men of the Ai. We near an Ork incursion, Do remember to conduct yourself appropriately. I have little need for squabbles amongst our own banners. '

'You know just as well as we the Aiatar is a snake that strikes when prodded, Kaapo. No one will hold themselves back, tis our way is it not? '-the voice speaking was more truly the embodiment of an Aiatar, than any Marine in the chapter, ' Hold your tongue snake.. you'd do well to remember yourself. ' -Kaapo glared hard at Ailis.

' Jyri, Esko, you two are going to form the 1st Coil, and go directly into saboteur techniques. Ailis and Aican, I expect you to meet these warriors Mikael, Xmmian, and Josef. Watch them close, and be prepared to leave at any time, we may have a lead on the Instigator. ' Suddenly Ailis face grew stern as did the rest of the captains. 'We will fight quick then so we may find the Instigator. ' - Ailis spoke. 'Good, prepare to drop, SERF! Rouse the Aiatar! ' There were cheers of approval, and in the depths of the Ire of Ai, the great beast named the Aiatar, started from it's slumber, and sent ear splitting shrieks through the bowels of the ship.

II

The quick pang of bolt shells slid off his pure as snow armour. His great cape trailing behind him was black as night. The Space Marines holding this damned fort would be dead in approximately 2 minutes. He cackled like a hyena as his 1st Lieutenant Kyrin Juun ripped apart a pdf trooper and flung both ends at the enemy, knocking over a puny human who had been trying to run away. He looked to his right and saw brother Furstork put a bolter shell through the head of a marine who'd fallen down.

A Space Marine sergeant, squared up the Instigator. One amongst many who had tried and failed to defeat the Lord Instigator.
Though he knew this Marine. It was Kyrenes Juun, twin brother to Kyrin Juun. Although this war had placed them on seperate sides, Kyrenes chose to serve the False emperor, Kyrin was much more wise to have chosen The Lord Instigator. Kyrenes had fear playing his face as he looked at the skull-helm of the most hated enemy of the Aiatar. Kyrenes lifted his power axe and shot off his bolt pistol, futile but it made him feel a little better. The Instigator walked through the swathe of fire and laughed maniacally as he lifted his power maul. Taking one powerful swing he bashed Kyrenes back into the fort crushing his sword arm.

Slow purposeful strides were stalked through the chambers, as pleas for help were silenced. Blood leaked from his lightning claw, and his power mace never had felt lighter as it hummed it's sinister prayers for bloodshed. A crooked and scarred smile lit up his face as the Instigator removed his skull-helm. His ebony hair flowed gently over his shoulder pads. His pure black eyes fixated on one individual. An old friend, a brother, a son of the false emperor. The Instigator drew closer, and drew his finger horizontally across his neck in a cutthroat fashion. Kyrenes made to scream but no sound came out as head imploded the instant that the power maul met his skull. Little skull fragments splattered the Instigators face, a feeling that brought deep emotions bubbling to the top. Kyrin marched in and looked at his brother, spitting on the corspe and muttering the words in a most perfect voice.

'The Aiatar is dead.' Shouts of approval rang out like a dark chorus throughout the fort. The Instigator and his followers had more brothers to hunt, and so they'd move on. Forever continuing the game of cat and mouse.

**Trondheim**

Looks good, like the feel.