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There's a some detail I haven't fleshed out on this guy, and could use some commentary. Or whatever. I want to take this guy through the heresy, as an outsider, but this is just like a character treatment.
Amanedi Fdal
Amanedi Fdal, also called The Learned, was inducted into the initial stages of the Astartes project. Originating from a family of committed soldiers in the Achaemenid Empire, he was an ideal choice. His natural talents for problem solving led him to being the first Primus Medicae of the IV Legion.
Known for a passionate commitment to his craft, and the arts of war, he was there. He was a silent pillar of the IV Legion from the beginning. The siege warfare methods of the IV Legion could often lead to devastating injuries, and Fdal was known for his skills in both enhancing regeneration, and rapid movement of an fatally injured legionnaire into a Dreadnought, often resulting in a more cogent, and ultimately effective war form. His talents led to the initial devastating core of Contemptors the IV Legion possessed.
Upon first meeting his gene sire, the Lord of Iron, Perturabo, everything changed. As they first spoke; he noticed his lord staring at the sky at a specific location, contemplating the events of the day, and the future to come. He was paralyzed. He began to course with an electricity he could not handle, or even fathom. A quick stare from the Lord of Iron showed puzzlement, and he stepped away from the Primus Medicae.
After some time; he found himself removed from his legion, his role, his purpose. He found himself on Prospero, being taught new skills and learning to handle the immense changes that were occurring. It was simply another problem to solve. He found his solution in the teachings of the Pavonae. His knowledge of his own body chemistry, and the power of the aether taking him far beyond the ability of of even his already enhanced form.
Returned to the IV Legion as their first Librarian, he resembled his Primarch even more now. An obvious distance from his fellow legionnaires grew to an aloofness. His commitment to codifying and analyzing the victories of the legion led him to learn the methods and skills of virtually all. His presence on the battlefield became some form of surgical support ordinance, throwing torrents of lightning and enhancing the iron surrounding him. His Primarch used him as he wished, as the tool of war he was. Such was the legacy of of his family, and his purpose. A soldier of virtually any need.
Often the Iron Warriors were used as "Garrison", for newly compliant worlds. Rude words from the yellow fools became what everyone thought these forces were used for. As they often did; the glory seekers sought to downplay the actions, methods and victories of the IV Legion. Garrison, was support. Support for newly compliant worlds left in the wake of other legions, left with existing insurgent forces after the great victories were had. The Lord of Iron was cleaning up his brothers mess, and disgusted with it.
Small teams of diverse warriors were placed in squads. Led by the most versatile warriors in the legion. These support efforts could neither be costly to the IV Legion, nor could their effectiveness be anything but 100%. The Lord of Iron would push forward, and the troubleshooting companies would annihilate the resurgent fight against compliance, and fortify the obviously weak military structure on these sloppy examples of compliance. "Garrison" they called them. The yellow pigs had to push others down, to rise to any perception of greatness.
Fdal, now called the Learned. Led an odd squad of troubleshooters. Recently re-complying <place planet here>, he recieved word of Nikea. Not from his lord, but from a navigator. The Lord of Iron had known of it for <time between Nikea and drop site massacre, yes I need to stop being lazy> and no word had reached him at all. He stared out the viewport of his departing cruiser, the Iron Lance, at the Cygnus X-1 anomaly.He reached his mind out to the aether, an uncomfortable feat for him, and found only stone. He could not see his Lord, nor even a glimpse of the paths that lie ahead.
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