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Since I have come back I am compiling what I have and others have done for my regiment and then working on more for them.

So since I entered one of these regiments into the crusade of fury thread I am going to post up relevant parts of it to here for its history and story. There is a change to who is the Commanding Officer of this regiment but thats alright. 

Here is more of a description of this regiment. 

The entire regiment is basically a Storm Trooper regiment in training and expertise. They specialize in Hit and Run Tactics, Convoy Ops, and Vox Warfare, Basically they disrupt, confuse, and piecemeal enemies making themselves seem a lot larger than they are. Basically they disrupt Vox and other communications and whatever else that entails in 40k. 

The Uniform for the entire regiment is riding leathers over Carapace armor, the unit patch is a roaring panther head. Only the outline colors change to denote rank. 

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Into the Breech: Deployment of the 487th Lunar Venatorii Panther Calvary Regiment: Outside Hive Cogger 

Down in a large Devourer Dropship, the Regiment landed as a whole. Quiet this landing was not, and the Regiment moved its array of animals. The roar of Wyrms and engines could be heard as well as the neighs of horses. Over Two thousand men and women disembarked off the transport. The Various variations of Turoxes and Chimeras, rolled off the ramps as the beast masters calmed and gave over their charges to the riders. Motorcycles of all sorts high tailed down the ramps around the others. Each Company and Battalion moved into a battle line formation. Several of the Chimeras looked odd with extra antennas. 

The cultist's vox communications started going in and out as static flooded the air waves. This regiment knew its business even as disorganized it looked to outsiders. There was yipping and yelling as people rode to their designated spots. Over a Hundreds of Horses, Wyrms, Bikes, Buggies, and Sentinels made up this Calvary regiment. Everyone was wearing a dizzing array of leathers and Carapace armor. The coloration was Dusty reds and charcoal blacks in a variety of different patterns. They all wore patches of a roaring Panther head. Almost before the regiment was completely formed a Flight of Wyrms took off to enter the hive. Their job was reconnaissance and maybe a little bit of dropping bombs. The horses were the next to leave, and these left in total silence. They left in squads to approach the city by stealth, they were to hit points all along the walls of the hive. This was to be a multi front battle. The lightest of the army was taking the furthest points. They were going to appear to be a much larger force and they were already pretty big. Only the Command Salamanders and their escort bikes were left of these companies as they rolled out. 

The next leaving was a great split of forces as what looked like two full battalions of Buggies, Sentinels, Motorcycles, and Salamanders Split to either side of the hive with their orders. They we to hunt down and cut supply line and wreck any resistance. This hive will be subjugated to the Imperium. They were going to use every trick in the book to do so. 1st Battalion went left while 2nd Battalion went right. They moved in a kind of synchronized movement that spoke of deep planning. They were to be a siege force. 

The last to move out was Fourth Battalion. These were the Chimeras of War. Four of the five companies moved out as one mass towards the center of the hive and the main entry way. They were heavily armed and ready to be in the thickest fighting. This was the Armored Calvary section. Armed with Multilasers, Autocannons, Heavy bolters, and Storm Bolters, they prepared to shred any resistance. Any may face one of these forces but all fighting like they were makes it hard to form a solid line against them. 

The ones that were left behind immediately started building a basecamp in case of a long siege. These were the medics, the engiseers, and all the support troops. They could fight but their purpose was to make their fighting arm more effective. 

Immediately upon reaching the city 3rd and 4th Battalions ran afoul of the traitors to the Imperium. The narrow passages of the Hive provided only so many avenues of attack and the enemy was prepared. Immediately the Chimeras came under heavy fire and small groups of isolated horse troops were disappearing. The Regiment had grown too confident that they were facing the normal disorganized rabble of civilian cultists. But it turned out that a clever man might be leading them. Several have died or disappeared. Even a couple of Chimeras have been damaged to the point of retreat. 

It was chaos of warfare that ensued though that was ironic on who was causing that. It was if the entire hive was attacking them. Missiles and bullets flew everywhere. Several Companies and platoons became isolated and had to retreat on their own, taking casualties. Guardsmen and women were not only getting injuries but dying and having to be left behind as they retreated to open other paths. The wyrms unfortunately didn't see how well placed the barricades were nor spotted the cultists who were wearing dark enough clothing to blend into the dusk attack. 

The Samaritans of the Support Company immediately rushed out to save who they could. The cries and screams of the injured could be heard as rescue operations occurred. 

This would not be the end of the regiment though. The first forces pulled back but made way to find new routes of attack. Colonel Errmanno himself called off further attacking until other routes were found. They caused some damage but not much and definitely not enough. 

" You Slackers. Is this how the best Calvary unit in the Imperium performs. Retrieve your wounded get back here and then attack again but this time use your damn heads," Colonel Errmanno Raven was an overly large man, but his bellow was loud especially over the vox. He was of average height and a slim build, though he was defined in his musculature from years of hard training as Guardsmen. He rose through the ranks as a survivor, and he made sure his men were intelligent, independent, dependable soldiers that could survive as well. He knew not all would make it but some and if he did his job right most will. His high fade cut hair bristled with sweat from his earlier attentions of taking care of his own beast, not an easy task. He was originally a Wyrm rider himself and still was, with a beast that he raised and hatched himself. He had a reputation for being an analyst and being courageous when called upon. His leathers were well worn and only the Dark Green outline of the Black Panther patch denoted his rank above the rest of the regiment. Another thing odd about him was his connections to the Forgeworld that supplied his men with equipment. His Brother was a Magos there, and his brother supplied him with a piece of equipment that usually go to Skitarii to ride into battle with to protect him, A Taser Lance. Otherwise he was equipped fair average for a Colonel, Including a Ceres Pattern Bolt pistol, Light Power Armor, Mordian pattern power sword, and an array other devices and weapons.. He also had bionics but that wasn't apparent to the naked eye so much as his brother did him well at getting his brother the best he could offer. That was one of the reasons his regiment was chose to escort a Forgeworld Expeditionary Fleet. He had them trained on their homeworld in the same sector, where these beasts roamed and only the best could tame one. 

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The war council was quite informal it had all the usual members Commissar Alenko, Captain Kid, Captain Athenar, Warden Hoffman, Paladin Utilitarius, and Justicar Freeman who had only recently returned from his mission at Drake’s point. Randall wore his black carapace armor with the holy seal of the inquisition on its breast over that he wore a tattered black trench coat. Randall Spoke only semi formally “To be blunt progress has been much slower than I like, these heretics are proving to be a stubborn lot. However I just received news that should turn the tides of war in our favor. A regiment of imperial guardsmen has by some miracle of the Emperor has made planet fall around the Hive.” “Who are they.” Asked Kid. Randall stole a glance at his paper and replied “The 487th Lunar Venatorii Panther Calvary. Wyrm riders.” Alenko spoke “We could definitely use the extra men, but I would advise caution this place can corrupt.” Randall nodded “My thoughts the same, that is why I am sending Captain Kid to make contact with their commander to ensure there is nothing to fear from them.” Kid disliked the idea of being taken away from the battle to play diplomat but she would not complain. The Captain nodded to the inquisitor and Randall concluded “Excellent make ready we will make our final push soon.” 

(By Chazz) 

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Captain Kid blocked the glare of the sun with her armored wrist. This was the first time in weeks she had been out of the hive. After a few minutes of her eyes adjusting she could now see the world in more clarity. In the distance she could see the Venatorii camp, though the lodging was temporary it must have been a massive undertaking due to its scale. Began the long walk from the stairs that exited the hive to crionian earth below. 

Kid had walked for nearly twenty minutes when she saw a trio of riders coming. It was not long before the wyrmsmen were upon Kid, the trio blitz around the storm trooper and encircled her. The three creatures looked menacing, two were black scaled with red scales that accented the flanks of their long bodies. The third rider was mounted atop a deep blue beast who’s hide was marked with freckles of white. 

The lead rider spoke from atop his blue steed “State your name and business here.” Kid replied examining the fearsome mounts “My name is Captain Amanda Kid, emissary for Inquisitor Garrett Randall.” The rider dismounted Kid could see by his patch he was a sergeant. The sergeant offered Kid his hand and spoke as the two shook “My name is sergeant Jacob Holiday, it’s a pleasure to meet you mam.” Kid spoke griping the sergeant’s fist “Well met sergeant, how much further is your camp, I will need to speak with your commander.” Holiday replied “Not but another ten minutes walk on foot. I will accompany you.” The sergeant looked over to one of his subordinates and spoke “Take Azula here and inform Colonel Raven he has company.” The rider pounded his fist to his chest and the three wyrms and two riders were off. 

As the sergeant said it was only a ten-minute walk to the camp. Kid saw the hastily built stables that would temporarily house the dragon-kin mounts, they walked by tables where groups of men played cards and drank, they passed patrols of riders overseeing the camps welfare. At the center of the camp was a tent much larger than the rest. Holiday looked over to Kid and spoke “Before you head in I’m afraid I will need to confiscate your side arm.” Reluctantly Kid relinquished the hot shot las pistol. Holiday continued “And that knife in your boot.” Kid removed the nine-inch blade and handed it to the sergeant. Holiday smiled “You can head right on in.” 

Kid entered the tent, it was lit only by a few candles. She examined the holdings and noticed it to be a bit on the simpler. She saw the colonel facing away from her looking in the mirror. The man’s neck and checks were covered in shaving cream and in the colonel’s left hand was a straight razor. The colonel spoke friendly but didn’t turn to Kid “Captain, I thank you for your presence.” Kid spoke “Colonel Raven, the honor is mine. We appreciate your sudden arrival; it is a gift from the Emperor.” Raven wiped the shaving cream away with a rag and spoke “A high praise madam, however I think the Emperor could do a whole lot better than our humble regiment.” Kid smiled “Regardless we are glad to have your support.” Raven gestured to a table and some chairs and spoke “Sit, I reckon we have much to discuss.” Kid sat and began recounting the war for Cogger Hive. 

In the time Kid spoke Raven had lit a cigar. The colonel had seen the taint of chaos before, he knows what horrors it may have on the minds of men. Raven spoke “Captain I know what the effects the arch enemy might have on my men, should any of them succumb we know what must be done.” Kid spoke “I have lost dozens of men to the taint, it is never easy but it must be done.” By this point Kid was comfortable in allowing the Venatorii to assist them. Kid spoke “We are planning a final push against the heretics, your men will prove invaluable. We can discuss this further at our forward camp.” Raven grinned we will have our camped pack by night fall, we will join you shortly there after.” Raven called outside the tent. “Holliday” the sergeant shortly appeared. “You and your men are heading out with the captain.” The sergeant pounded his fist to his chest. Kid bowed her head to Raven and exited the tent. 

(By Chazz) 

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487th Panther Calvary Regiment 
'Wyrm Gendarme'
Consists of 1,750 Storm Troopers Specializing in Heavy Recon Operations and Electro-Vox Warfare 
Regimental Colonel Errmanno Raven

Sgt Jacob Holiday Third Battalion Flight Leader

1,750 soldiers 
1000 Support Personnel 
35 Chimera Light Tanks (In Total) 
5 Samaritan Light Tanks (in Total) 
15 Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks (In Total) 
80 Tauros Rapid Assault Vehicles (in Total) 
40 Sentinels (In Total) 
205 Combat Bike Pattern 
120 Wyrm Combat Mount 
120 Horses 

1st and 2nd Battalion Breakdown 
375 Soldiers (in Total) 
5 Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks (In Total) 
40 Tauros Rapid Assault Vehicles (in Total) 
20 Sentinels (In Total) 
90 Combat Bike Pattern 

1st Company Breakdown 
75 Guardsmen (in total) 
1 Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks (in total) 
30 Combat Bike Patterns 

2nd through 5th Company Breakdown 
75 Guardsmen (in total) 
1 Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks (in total) 
8 Tauros Rapid Assault Vehicles (in Total) 
2 Tauros Venator Rapid Assault Vehicle (In Total) 
15 Combat Bike Patterns 
4 Mars Pattern Sentinels 
1 Armageddon Pattern Sentinel 

3rd Battalion Breakdown 
375 Soldiers (in Total) 
5 Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks (in total) 
120 Wyrm Combat Mount 
120 Horses 
25 Combat Bike Pattern 

1st through 5th Company Breakdown 
75 Guardsmen (in total) 
1 Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks (in total) 
30 Wyrm Combat Mounts 
30 Horses 
5 Combat Bike Pattern 

4th Battalion Breakdown 
375 Soldiers (in Total) 
5 Chimera Command Variant Light Tanks (In Total) 
30 Chimera Light Tanks (In Total) 
5 Samaritan Light Tanks (in Total) 

1st through 5th Company Breakdown 
75 Guardsmen (in total) 
1 Chimera Command Variant Light Tanks (in total) 
6 Chimera Light Tanks (in Total) 
1 Samaritan Light Tanks (in Total) 

Additional support Detactments
Skitarii bodyguard detail

++HIVE COGGER//SALVATION PLAZA++ 

The 487th flooded into the plaza in force, launching grenades and wild snap-fire to drive the cultists back. After hours of exchanging fire, the cultists retreated clumsily in the face of the advance, diving through boltholes and retreating through the maze of half-destroyed buildings which surrounded the plaza. Wyrms shrieked overhead, forcing the cultists to take cover in the ruins of their own barricades as the soldiers advanced. 

"Bonemen!" 

The cry came in the gap between shots, filling an eerie silence on the battlefield. There was no alarm in it, nor was there cheer. It was a statement, and it became a chant from within the buildings and beneath the streets. 

"Bonemen! Bonemen! Bonemen!" 

With a sudden chill, it became apparent that the cultists had not taken cover from the soldiers and wyrms. They were sworn to the Flayed Legion, veterans of the furious melee at theMaw, and would not be dislodged while living. They were taking cover from something far worse. 

They stalked from the ruined buildings in perfect step, crushing debris and corpses with each footfall. Gleaming ivory forms lit by the strobe of incoming gunfire, towering monoliths with skull-like faces and slender limbs. They might have been ghouls had they ever lived, or statues had anyone deemed to call them art. But the long weapons hanging from their arms cared nothing for aesthetics or appearances as they raised them in a single, massed motion. The air grew still, as if the moon itself shied away from what was about to be unleashed. 

The sky lit up in crackling amber, arcing in angry trails which reached out for tank, soldier, and beast alike with a tremendous roar. 

The wyrms reacted first, animal instinct warning them a heartbeat before the machines released their fury. The lead wyrm took a blast across the chest, scales falling in a gentle powder to the ground below, but the beast turned hard and cleared the remaining bolts. The skies cleared, and the automatons brought the brilliant curtain of energy crashing down onto the soldiers massed in the street. Men vanished under the storm's fury in seconds, reduced to component particles in a frenzy of xenos firepower. The returning shots ricocheted harmlessly off of the machines' metal forms, and where the lasbolts melted away metal, it reformed anew seconds after. The machines, with their blank, glowing stares and perpetual death grimaces, seemed neither to notice nor care. 

They took a single, precise step forward, and fired again. 

Shouts rang out, commands of retreat and covering fire as the plaza was bathed in amber light once more. The line broke, melting back towards the fortifications at the city's edge, and the plaza was yielded to the Necron "bonemen" amidst the wild cheers of a hundred heretics. 

(by EoN) 

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7 Hours Ago 

The inquisitorial war council was well underway. 

Warden Hoffman slammed his fist to the table, “We have the heretics corned let us advance up the center and crush them with are superior force.” Colonel Raven shook his head “Advancing up the center would be a mistake; our enemy has had plenty of time to dig them selves in charging head first would be a slaughter.” Warden Hoffman laughed “My charges would lead the way, I bet they’re eager for some retribution after the stunt those heretics attempted to pull last night.” Captain Kid spoke “I’m with Hoffman on this, advancing up the center would be the quickest path to victory.” Commissar Alenko added “We don’t need to throw everything we have into a center charge, we should split our forces and flank our enemy.” Randall seemed intrigued “You have a plan Commissar?” Jethro nodded “Of sorts.” 

The commissar leaned over the table where a map of the upper hive sat. He placed a line of black tokens on the map and reached for more as he began to speak. “Our enemy is sending everything they have to prevent us from advancing. As Warden Hoffman said the bulk of our force will advance up the middle as the enemy would expect. All of our heavy armor up front” Jethro set down the tokens representing the penal legion and inquisitorial storm troopers. “What our enemy won’t be expecting is to be hit from their flanks.” Alenko sat the token that represented the Venatorii forces on the left flank while he placed the token that represented the grey knights on the right flank. “Raven’s men mounted atop their wyrms should be easily able to break through the cultists line on the left, while Captain Athenar’s task force would be small enough to slip through and reek havoc on the right.” Alenko put more tokens representing Raven’s men behind the line of black tiles. Once Raven’s men are through they will fan out behind the enemy preventing their escape. Then the center and right forces will push forward and we will have our foe in a full route.” 

Captain Athenar smiled “A classic hammer and anvil maneuver.” Captain Kid studied the map before confessing “I like it.” Hoffman nodded “It is acceptable, provided the Colonel’s men are up to the task.” The colonel nodded “No task too great.” Randall spoke “So we are settled, we strike in six hours ready your men.” 

Now 

Commissar Alennko walked up the boulevard. In the first hours of the attack they had encountered heavy cultists resistance, but soon enough that resistance had faded away. As they marched deeper behind enemy lines they encountered only stray pockets of cultists. Now they were met exclusively with silence. The only noise that was here was the sound of inquisitorial boots, and the grumble of imperial war machines. The sound was oddly foreign, though Alenko had heard all these sounds before, they melded ill with this place. Alenko knew he was the intruding on something unholy. It was not long before Raven’s men and the Grey knights caught up with the primary force. 

Colonel Raven dismounted his wyrm and approached Alenko and Captain Athenar, as Athenar spoke “We met only limited resistance.” Raven added “Same on our end. Have the cultists fallen further back then we anticipated, perhaps to better fortify the citadel?” Alenko eyes widend as he realized their blunder, but before he could voice it Captain Kid’s voice came over the Vox. “We have movement.” 

Kid watched the auspex from the cabin of the Malcador tank as dozens of blips approached from all sides. Soon the blips doubled in number and then again doubled. 

Alenko uttered “It’s a trap.” Not a moment later hundreds of beasts emerged from their places of hiding. They came from buildings and sewers and every shadow lurked with a pair of twisted eyes. The creatures had no uniform nature to them save that each was horrific. Alenko looked to one razor teeth, horns, blades for arms and a single cyclopean eye. 

The Imperials wasted no time firing at the foul chaos spawn, but the creatures wasted even less charging them. A storm trooper fired his las gun at the creature only to be charged and impaled by its scorpion like tail. A penal legionnaire drew his shiv and dashed for the nearest beast, with some luck he struck the beast and planted his blade in its skull. The prisoner’s victory was short lived as another equally horrid creature with the hands of a crustacean pried him in two. One of the beast charged for the tank that held captain Kid. With razor claws the hell spawn shredded open the Malcador’s armor side, its reward was a buck shot from Kid’s shot gun. Commissar Alenko linked to all voxs and ordered the retreat. A demented thing charged for the commissar but was cut off by a wyrm rider. The creature beheaded the wyrm with a swing of a rusted axe, the creature then lifted the rider over head with a tentacle. The rider squirmed and freed his left arm, with that he drew a grenade from his belt and detonated it killing both him and the beast. 

The loyalists were in full retreat, though they disengaged their nightmare was far from through. A chimera struck a mine and blew the treads clear off. At this time a mob of cultists revealed themselves and attacked the fleeing Imperials. The Imperials had no choice but to continue to fight their way back to their base camp and fall victim to all the traps that lay in their path. 

Prisoner 1597 fired at the enemy behind him whiled dashing forward, one carless step and the steel teeth clamp down. 1597 fell and screamed in agony as the bear trap dug into his flesh. 3434 saw his friend, he wouldn’t leave him like this. 1597 screamed in pain as 3434 attempted to pry the metal trap out of the flesh of his leg. It was no use not without the trap’s key, 3434 drew the hatchet he took from the 8591’s corpse. 1597 shouted “No don’t!” but 34 ignored his request, the hatchet came down on 1597 just below the knee cutting him to the bone. A second swing and 1597 was free. 34 lifted his friend over his shoulder and carried him to the where the rest of the fleeing convoy was fighting. 

It was another hour of hellish fighting before the loyalist reached their camp. A dim bastion of hope in an ever darkening hell. 

An emergency council was called all the members were wounded to some degree. The silence was heavy. Randall spoke “We have lost only a battle, but the war goes on. You all exemplified honor and bravery today and for that you should be proud. We can not let our enemies demoralize us, we must remain vigilant. I wish I had good news to offer you all, but I don’t.” another heavy silence fell before Randall spoke again “At approximately 1532 Crion time the planetary garrison of Dorn’s shield was assaulted. After a short battle that was a decisive victory in the defenders favor it was confirmed that the attacking force was dedicated to Chaos.” Captain Kid spoke “So that’s it than, everything we’ve done here has been for nothing.” Randall arose “Heresy must be completely purged from Crion now and forever. What we have done here is completely necessary. We can not allow heresy to have any foothold on Crion. So I will see every last these apostate scum dead, and once I am sure every one of these mutineers have ceased breathing I will send this damn hive to oblivion!” Randall regained his composure “Justicar Freeman I am sending you and your squad to assist in the purging of these scum, track them and destroy them by whatever means. When we are finished here we will join you in your hunt.” Freeman pounded his fist to his plate. Randall continued to speak “Rest now, you all earned it.” Silently the war council exited the Inquisitor’s tent, all except Commissar Alenko. 

Randall spoke first “Its not your fault Jethro, you had no way of knowing.” Alenko spoke sadly “So many died, if we would have advanced up the center we might not have lost so many.” Randall spoke “Jethro you have two options. You can sit and wonder what you could have done better, wonder about how many men you could have saved so they could die somewhere else, wonder why the emperor let you fail. Or you you can get mad, plot your vengeance and fantasize about how you will make your enemy suffer at your hands. I only have room in my army for the second kind of man.” Alenko pondered on those words for a brief moment before standing to leave the tent. 

(by Chazz)

Colonel Raven was fuming at the traitors that set up cunning traps but they were not the only cunning ones here. After the aborted extending of the Inquisitor's control, he went back to his basecamp which was looking more permenant by the day. The encampment grew larger and larger with stalls for each wyrm and horses, as well as facilities to house all the people involved with their care. It was turning into a mini city of its own. His various Battalion and Company basecamps were doing the same as he tracked their progress over vox. He had his three pronged plan already moving forward and the side tracking of the Inquisitor's plan actually helped one prong. Sgt. Holiday bringing Captain Kid here was a good thing.
1st and 2nd Battalions has now completely encircled the great Hive. Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Jones of First Battalion reported several attempts by the Cultists of trying to breach the siege. 

The Cultists were trying to transport stuff in and out of the city via a variety of civilian transports. These were no match for the heavy weapons carried on the fast attack platforms of the Lunar Venatorii. One interesting incident was when the Cultists led a breakout attack against and encampment and was killed to a man during the attack. In the Hive they had advantages of terrain, outside it was the guard. A group of cultists tried a charge into the heart of First Battalion encampment to get chewed up by the timed bursts of Heavy Bolters and Heavy Stubbers for each encampment of guard had time to entrench themselves and set up a series of anti infantry and anti armor deenses. Even a couple of Anti air platforms at each encampment was run by the senior gunners of each formation. 

The cultists hit the siege outpost at dawn, a long stream of screaming lunatics led by a towering Ogryn with chaos stars etched into its skin and heavy metal plates strapped to its chest. Under heavy fire they reached the outpost's edge, trampling over their own casualties or diving behind their friends' bodies as shields. The ogryn threw soldiers back from his path like they were insects, roaring with rage as it stormed through the first line of defenders, swinging a light pole back and forth in great sweeping motions. 

A dark shape flashed overhead, and a wyrm's claws grabbed onto the giant metal shoulder plates, lifting the ogryn off of its feet with a mighty yank, the light pole falling from its hands. The wyrm flapped its wings hard, carrying the giant ogryn as high as it could before the beast could retaliate, and released it a heartbeat later, sending the ogryn sailing into the ground. It hit hard, sending up a spray of mud and bloody spittle amid the sound of shattering bones. The cultists paused in their advance, shock taking over their minds as the wyrm circled once overhead and roared. As one, the cultists turned, retreating back into the hive and abandoning their dead to the field. 

The Hive looked odd with a ring of encampments around it. At each of the compass points was a Large encampment each unique to a Battalion. At the North and South was the combined Elements of 4th and 3rd. At East and West was either the First or the 2nd Battalions. Between each major encampment there was a series of satellite encampments each run by a company in the nearest Battalion. Patrols was left up to the mass Calvary of Bikers and Horses of 1st through 3rd, each with an escort of a Flight of Wyrms and one Fast attack vehicle section that included Sentienels and Tauros Buggies. Fourth was setting up the entrenchment for each battalion and company providing complements of true infantry. This was a major effort. 

So far the effort not only stopped Convoys of food and supplies down to a trikle for the Heretics, it also caught an interesting piece of information of reinforments to the enemy. The enemy had more of their "bonemen" enter the city. This "Bonemen" were definitely xeno tech, but not completely invulrable. Two of their flying platforms were destroyed by the Melta Lances of the Elite Wyrms of 3rd but a price was payed to stop even that much. Multiple Wyrms are now on recovery and up for bionic repair due to the damage these advanced xeno robots. 

3rd Themselves though was able in their retreat from the Choas Spawn and "Bonemen" attacks inside the Hive, to set up and ironclad Basecamp. Elements of 4th with their heavy weapons on Chimeras and Tauroxes were able to clear a couple blocks of traitors and the Flights of Dragons set of a series of nests on the roof tops. One Flight of twenty actually made it back to the Inquisitor's camp and got orders to back up Captain Kid's Element. Apparently that Capatin made a good impression on Colonel Raven. He actually took charge of the Hive Basecamp himself. 

After the ambush with the Choas Spawn that killed Private Fredrick Jenkins, The Wyrmriders and Horse Troops had heavy fighting back to their line. Lucky for them while soldiers of 3rd were battling out of the trap that the Inquisition soldiers had led his into, that and the aborted taking of the plaza where 'bonemen' attacked his men. 4th using their Chimera's flamers to clear a few square blocks of all opposition. And 3rd retreated and reinforced the Line 4th had set up. 

But not all news was good. His Vox warfare section fowled up badly. They didn't interfere with the Cultist's Communications but disabled all long range communications in the Regiment. To speak to each other they were relying on runners and short range voxes set up at every encampment. This had the Colonel enraged. Especially because everytime they try to communicate long distance a weird message repeats. "The Stars will Bleed."

//Hive Cogger// 487th Panther Regiment HQ 

Lt. Hogan runs up to Col. Raven and salutes. He is sweating bullets as he reports the disaster that is the siege. " Sir, We have loss most of 2nd Battalions 3rd Company sir. Lizard men seemed to be allied to the traitors and providing them a break in the siege. And worse sir, The counter attack failed. They are present in massive numbers and are currently fortifying. Captain Jensen and his entire command staff were lost in the attack as well as their entire motorpool. Only Corporal McKee and his squad who were at Battalion HQ for retrofit are left of 3rd Company." Colonel Raven grunted as he chewed on his cigar. This cruddy assignment to help and inquisitor is turning worse and worse. Failure is not an option but he didn't have the numbers to do what was needed. He looked back at his map table as he tried to decided his next move as yet another runner came and interrupted his planning time. " Sir, We have reinforcements from the Air Calvary Regiment that was here, sir. " Colonel Raven's eyes lit up at this news. " Bring their commander here, ASAP. " He then dismissed everyone as he tried again to get a handle on the war front of Hive Cogger. He was just spread to thin. The reinforcements will be a good boost but if latest intelligence is right they are gonna lose the Hive just by weight of numbers the other side has. Colonel Raven then shook his head. "Recall all units. The siege is over. Inquisitor Randall is going to use us as a fast attack force on a push against one of the HQ. We just don't have the numbers to continue the Seige. " 

Several Hours later 
Colonel Raven mounted on his own Wyrm and then turned to the column of men and women waiting for orders. " Wyrm Guard. Panther Calvary. Men and Women. We are charging into the thick of Cogger as part of a prong attack. This shall cripple the Choas threat. Once we complete this assault we shall work on freeing the rest of this system. " He chews on his cigar for a minute. " This is your moment to prove that we are more than a hammer we are the saviors of Cogger and the will of the Emperor is for us to bring this vile Hive into compliance and free them from corruption. Keep your heads full of the Emperor's light and dash it upon our enemy. Forward and unto Victory." With a wave of his arm, His wyrm lifted off. Behind him his entire regiment drove, rode or flew as they will into the heart of the hive. Using their sheer numbers to do what tactics was failing at. Wyrm riders were providing air and flank support as bikers and buggies cut a swath through enemy lines allowing the Chimeras and Tauroxes to charge straight into the center lines causing devastating damage unto the Choas enemies arrayed against him. The Inquisition's plan seems to be working. This may be the end of one theater of war but their job was far from done. 

++ADDENDUM: All events detailed in this post take place during the final battle at Hive Cogger. Chrono-stamps added for clarity.++ 


++Hive Cogger, Northern Quarter++ 
++One hour after wall breach++ 

Kusun cursed. 

All around him, Hive Cogger was systematically being shot, bombed and blasted to shreds. Small pieces of rubble rained down on him from above as an errant shot blasted a nearby outpost. Other explosions thundered in the background, blending in with the sound of gunfire and the steady grind of armoured columns advancing in the streets. The Imperial spearhead was pushing up hard and fast, breaking through the cultists’ defences as it made its way to the citadel. 

Which was exactly where he was heading, too. 

He and Mithras had been directing the fortification of the Atonement Plaza when the Hive’s northern entrance was blown open by concentrated artillery fire. Malcador tanks carrying Inquisitorial Stormtroopers had rushed through the breach, making quick work of the gate’s remaining defenders and swiftly establishing a beachhead for the Imperials to pour in from the north. Kusun’s own troops, two squads of Astartes and a single squad of Terminators had had only minutes to prepare themselves for the onslaught that was coming for them. They had hastily set up a defensive position at the fountain at the centre of the plaza, while scores of cultists frantically took position in the buildings around it. They were outnumbered, outgunned, out of position and caught by surprise; for any mortal force, that would have been a death sentence. 

For an Astartes, all that was merely a challenge. 

The initial skirmish had been swift but brutal. The Malcador tanks had rolled into the streets, providing cover for the Stormtroopers advancing behind them while simultaneously turning several of the cultists into pink mist with their battle cannons. The spearhead’s steady advance had been short-lived, however; improvised explosives had rained from the windows above the tanks and bolter fire hammered through their armour plating, destroying the frontrunners in minutes, their iron corpses blocking the road for the tanks behind them. 
The Stormtroopers had adapted quickly, however, and soon the windows of the surrounding buildings had flashed white as flash-grenades rolled through the doors. The cultists, while numerous, didn’t stand a chance against the experienced veterans of the Inquisition, and soon shots were coming from all angles, bathing Kusun’s position in las, plasma and stubber rounds. 

The sheer amount of fire focussed on them was too much for even Astartes to bear, and Kusun hastily ordered a retreat as his men died around him. The two remaining Terminators were left behind to secure the others’ escape, although that had more to do with them flying into a blood rage rather than planned strategy. 

As Kusun, Mithras and the few survivors from their strike force ran from the charnel house that was the Atonement Plaza, a single question had burned into his mind, and it was that same question that drove him through the battlefield towards the citadel. 

Why had they not been warned? 

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++Hive Cogger, Southern Quarter++ 
++One hour after wall breach++ 

“Stand fast, my children! Show them the power of the Grandfather!” 

Brother Anlock’s warcry was almost lost in the maelstrom of the battle raging around him, having to compete with the cries of the dying and the screeching sound of bikes and assault buggies skidding around the battlefield. Above him, great beasts prowled in the sky, swooping down on the defenders at breakneck speed, snatching whoever they could get their claws on only to drop them mercilessly back to the earth. In the distance, Chimeras and Tauroxes were rolling in, their passengers setting up forward positions and deploying mortars, adding explosive noise to the cacophony of war. 

It had all gone so fast. One moment, he had been inspecting the defences in the Southern Quarter, the next, there was a mighty big hole in said defences, and an avalanche Imperial assault units had roared into the Hive. Bikers and horse cavalry had swarmed into the streets, leaping over barricades meant to stop armoured vehicles with contemptuous ease. The outer defences had fallen swiftly into the enemy’s hands, and now the inner circles, those closest to the citadel, were heavily contested. 

One didn’t need to be a seasoned general to know that the battle was going poorly for the forces of the Dark Gods. The static defences the cultists and Astartes had erected were no match for the fast-moving Imperials, and the Plague Marines’ lumbering way of warfare was ill-suited to this kind of battle. The cultists were fighting out of fear for their very lives, the flying monstrosities above them sending many of them into blind panic. The pestigors fared better, albeit only slightly, their natural ferocity and hardiness giving them an edge in the fight against the Imperials. 

He could see the battle unfolding from his vantage point atop the stairs of a large complex. This was the last line of defence before the citadel itself, and by the look of things, the Imperials were going to get there sooner rather than later. 

Anlock turned to a cultist to his side, who was frantically working on a vox unit. “Any word from our allies?” 

The cultist looked at him nervously, his face locked in a terror-stricken expression. “I can’t reach them, Lord. There’s some sort of interference blocking the signal!” 

Anlock cursed, venting his fury on one of the beasts circling overhead. One of his bolts clipped the beast’s wing, sending it sprawling to the ground. With some satisfaction he saw a group of cultists throw themselves on the wounded animal and its rider, cutting into the flesh of both with crooked knives and blades. 

Still, doubt nagged at his thoughts. He knew that the Imperials were probably jamming the vox traffic, but that did not explain the citadel’s silence prior to the attack. This was clearly a planned attack by the Imperials, so why had he not been warned about it? 

He took another look at the battlefield, seeing the Imperials push deeper and deeper into the city with every passing minute. It was time to take matters into his own hands. 

He signalled five of his plague marines to follow him and ordered the rest of them to hold their position. He started heading to the citadel, and prayed to the Grandfather that he find answers there. 

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++Hive Cogger, Citadel++ 
++One and a half hour after wall breach++ 

The square before the citadel's entry was a hive of activity, cultists carrying heavy weapons and munitions scrambled in all directions, desperately erecting barricades to hold off the impending attack. Kusun and his men stormed into the square at the exact moment Brother Anlock and his escort appeared at the opposite side. 

The battle was going on bad on all fronts, apparently. 

The two groups of Astartes met in the middle, neither greeting the other with more than a curtly nod. The time for pleasantries had long passed. 

"I see you have not fared much better against the Imperials", spoke Anlock, as he walked next to Kusun and Mithras towards the citadel's main entrance. 

Kusun merely grunted angrily. He was in no mood to talk, especially not with the followers of the Plague Lord. 

"They hit us sooner than expected", replied Mithras, ever the more diplomatic of the two Black Legion officers. 

"No. The warning came too late", Kusun grumbled, his anger lending more speed to his steps. 

"And I intend to find out why." 

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It was oddly quiet in the citadel's halls, most of its defenders currently busy with preparing the exterior defences for the inevitable assault that was certain to come sooner rather than later. Only the Astartes' heavy footsteps echoed through the structure as they made their way to the old governor's personal chambers, which had served as the cultists' command post ever since the Hive had been conquered. None of the Astartes spoke, each caught up in their own thoughts on this mess of a battle. 

Despite the rage that flowed hotly through his veins, Kusun couldn't help but notice the obvious absence of the Flayed Lord's lackeys. The well-trained Drachen that had followed Father Lazarus everywhere he went, were now nowhere to be found. His humours soured further as the truth became more evident, and he could tell that those following him had reached the same conclusion as well. 

Finally, they reached the spire's upper levels, only to be greeted by the emotionless face of a Necron Praetorian standing before the closed doors of the Governor's chamber. A loud screaming could be heard coming from behind the old oakwooden doors, interjected by the sound of breaking glass and tumbling furniture. 

The Necron said nothing as Kusun and Anlock passed him. It already knew why they were here. It also knew that the Astartes needed to confirm their suspicions for themselves. 

As the two Astartes entered the room, they were greeted by the sight of a single man wearing a white mask howling incoherently as he ripped and tore the chamber apart. The shattered remains of ornate vases and ancient chairs lay in heaps around the screaming cultist, who seemed fully oblivious of their presence. 

Kusun, recognizing him as Mordecai, one of Lazarus' lieutenants, barged over to him and grabbed him by his collar, raising the protesting cultist into the air until the porcelain mask was mere inches away from his own face. 

"Where is the Father!", bellowed Kusun, the power of his voice nearly puncturing Mordecai's ears. 

"Take a guess, gene-breed!", Mordecai cursed back, trembling with barely restrained anger in Kusun's fists. 

Kusun snarled and threw Mordecai into a wall, storming after him only to raise him back into the air, this time by his throat. 

"Speak, worm, before I choose to end your miserable life! Where is Lazarus?!", Kusun shouted, squeezing the mortal's neck hard. 

Mordecai grasped for air, desperately trying to pry the armoured fingers off his neck. 

"If I knew, I wouldn't be here, don't you think?", he panted, struggling to get air into his bruised lungs. 

Kusun scowled, dropping Mordecai to the floor. There, the cultist started sobbing, his mind clearly broken by the unexpected betrayal. 

"He left me... After all I did for him, he leaves me here with the vermin... I even took the mark! I had been chosen, no, destined for greatness! The Flayed Lord-" 

"The Flayed Lord has left you to die", Kusun interrupted the man's ranting. 

"Your precious Father has left us all to die. But I do not intend to die here", Kusun spoke, the anger dissipating in his body as he walked back to the door. 

Anlock turned to Kusun as the Black Legionnaire passed him. "We have Thunderhawks stationed on the landing pad. We can use them to make our escape." 

Kusun paused at the door, and nodded. Anlock ran out the door and started to guide the others down the stairs. Soon, only Kusun and Mordecai remained. 

Kusun picked up a sword that lay on the floor of the room. It was Mordecai's, who had thrown it against the door in his rage. The cultist still sat against the wall on the other end of the room, sobbing quietly. 

"You can still serve, mortal", Kusun spoke softly, walking over to the crouched cultist. "Pledge yourself to the Blood God, and be elevated in even in death. All you have to do is take the blade." 

Mordecai looked at him hesitantly, looking at the sword that was offered to him, and the inevitable fate that came with it. 

Desperation can make even the worst choice easier. 

His hand grasped the blade by the edge, cutting his flesh in the process. As the blood ran darkly over the worn steel, he felt the Blood God's power burn in his chest. 

"You know what you must do", Kusun spoke for the last time, as he turned around and headed for the stairs. 

Mordecai looked at the blood on his blade, and knew exactly where he needed to go. He picked himself up from the floor and stumbled towards the holding area where the psykers were held. 

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++Hive Cogger, Citadel Landing Pad++ 
++Two and a half hours after wall breach++ 

The landing pad was under heavy attack when the group of corrupted Astartes and Necron Praetorians reached it after traversing the myriad halls and passages of the citadel. Imperial aircraft and strange dragon-like beasts zigzagged between bursts of flak and tracer fire, unleashing their deadly payloads on the citadel’s defenders before taking to the skies again for another attack run. Part of the landing pad was already on fire, the flames licking hungrily at the hulls of a trio of Thunderhawks that stood nearby. A group of cultists was desperately trying to put out the fire surrounding the smouldering ruins of a fourth Thunderhawk, occasionally ducking for cover as an Imperial fighter strafed above them. 

Kusun’s Storm Eagle was nowhere in sight. Kusun assumed it had already taken off to engage the enemies circling around the spire, which he would have approved of had he not been in need of immediate transport. Especially since the Imperials’ jamming devices prevented him from contacting the pilot, which left him with little choice but to go with the Nurglites. 

“The Thunderhawks are ready! Get aboard before we all join the Dark Powers in the Warp!”, shouted Anlock over the screeching sound of aircraft swooping in for a bombing run. 

The group broke out into a sprint, Necron and Astartes alike trying to reach the waiting Thunderhawks in one piece. Assault craft roared above them, wreaking havoc on the landing pad with stubber rounds and bombs. Two Necron warriors fell to the floor, their shells perforated by a hail of bullets from an Avenger Strike Fighter, while three Black Legionnaires disappeared into thin air as a well-placed bomb landed between them. More of the group fell to the merciless strikes of the Imperials picking on them like vultures, but Anlock, Kusun and Mithras thundered forward, heedless of the casualties, their minds only focussed on the Thunderhawks nearing them with every step. 

Only half of the group made it to the Thunderhawks’ ramps, the last of them had barely stumbled into the transports before they took off into the skies. Kusun and Mithras slumped against the cold steel wall, while Brother Anlock and one of the Necron Praetorians took the seats opposite them as their Thunderhawk powered out of the burning wreck that was Hive Cogger, where other events had been set in motion… 

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As the three Thunderhawks flew out of the city, a group of Eldar slinked into the shadows, heading silently towards a tunnel complex that would lead them out of the Hive as well. The Primordial Annihilator would be defeated here, and that, for the moment, sufficed. They would deal with the Imperials soon enough.

(By Ezra)

Typical Tactics:

1st and 2nd Battalions Cordon and Harassing Elements. They form the bulk of the newer men and are Elite Calvary but are still the General troops of the Regiment.

3rd Battalion is home of the truly elite. They form the specialized troops and the de facto best around. Wyrm and Horse Riders have two separate functions. Horse are scouts and stealth based unit. Intelligence and demolition lives here. Wyrm are the toughest and most disciplined of all. They are Heavily armed and armored. They use the advantage of flight and vicious worms to act as a backbone of the best of the best. The commanders traditionally come from here.

4th is the heaviest weapons and vehicles that provide much needed range and durability. They are the base makers and light tanks. When resistance too high they provide the breakwater to push through. Further specialized com warfare and command elements are generally attached here.

All this regiments I have are coming from a sector that is Mechanicus dominated. An Iron Hands successor homeworld, a Knight World, a Forge World, and A Agri world are all in this sector that is the northeast quadrant of the galaxy. In hoping distance of the Northern Tau border and the Ghoul stars (Maybe a long hop in some cases. Advice, comments, or anything else really is welcome. This is apart of my sector building project of mine. 

Really good. Love it.

The entirety of Randall’s war band was gathered at the gates of Cogger Hive. The gargantuan steel door was twenty feet tall, adorned in the brass head of the Aquila. Repelling from the top of the door was crews of penal legionnaires armed with plasma cutters. It had been six weeks since the fall of the citadel the Randall’s inquisition had been fighting small pockets of resistance, they proved rather difficult to uproot. Now fairly confident in their clean up work Randall had ordered every entry way into the hive to be sealed. 

Inquisitor Garrett Randall looked at his men gathered before him, the stalwart storm troopers, the rugged penal legionnaires, and the indomitable grey knights each standing at attention. Over their heads were dozens of crimson red banners fluttering slightly in the breeze. Randall looked to his left where Captain Kid stood was standing at attention, the Inquisitor turned right and saw Commissar Alenko who rested his hand on the pommel of his hip clung saber. The Inquisitor began approaching a podium so that he may address his men from a point of elevation. As the Inquisitor reached the podium he unrolled a scroll and began to read. 

“I Inquisitor Garrett Randall of the Ordo Malleus, through the holy authority of the Inquisition condemn this place. It has been tainted by heresy, blighted by apostasy, and corrupted by the immaterium. In the name of his blessed majesty the Emperor of Mankind I brand any who trespass upon this site as excommunicate traitoris. So let it be” 

Randall handed the scroll to Captain Kid. The captain proceeded to the massive door of Cogger hive and with hot wax attached the writ to the door under the seal of the Inquisition. Randall smiled giving a nod to Commissar Alenko. The Commissar bellowed 

“About Turn!” 

Every soldier made in unison made a 180 degree turn. 

“Forward March!” 

As if it were a single being the inquisition forces moved in formation and began marching away from the hive. Only one looked back. Inquisitor Randall watched the sun begin to fall behind the massive hive as its shadow enveloped the inquisitor’s retinue. 

Later at the inquisition’s camp 

The night air was cool and the stars were shining bright overhead, the soldiers were all glad to have true earth beneath their feet and an earnest sky overhead. Even those that were hive born had been made sick by the looming metal walls of the hive. From here Cogger could be seen a void black spire piercing the twilight blue night. Randall wishing to reward his men for their exceptional efforts had procured several large casks of crionian ale from a small town that was not too far to the south. Several of the officers had snuck off to the town to partake in the local inn lured by fables of beautiful Crionian women and stronger drinks. 

The only place that seemed to have any degree of silence was Randall’s tent. The inquisitor sat at a table with several folders scattered about on his desk several mark classified and one branded with the holy seal of the inquisition. 

That particular folder was a status report from Justicar Freeman. He had made contact with two regiments of Imperial Guardsmen and were searching the swamps for the traitors. The 1st Calian Dragoons and the 49th Redeemers regiments. So far their hunt had only turned up a cultist held quarry and no other trace of the Nurgle sworn heretics. 

Another folder was regarding the fall of New Pavus, the separatists had taken the city as their own. Randall was concerned about these rebels, while they were not worshipers of chaos, he feared they might use the ruinous power to achieve their goals. At some point Lord Governor Payne’s nephew had been assassinated. Attached to this document was an invitation to the late Rodrick Payne’s funeral. 

Randall looked up from his documents as the Grey Knight Beshka posted outside his tent entered. 

“Inquisitor Colonel Raven is here to speak with you.” 

Randall smiled “Show him in.” 

“At once inquisitor.” Coldly croaked the silver behemoth. 

Randall cleared his desks of his documents and set them into his miniature safe unlocked with his thumb print. As the vault door sealed Raven had entered the inquisitor’s war tent. 

The colonel removed his hat and spoke “My lord inquisitor.” 

Randall raised a hand “Please colonel, I’ve not yet earned the title of Lord Inquisitor. Inquisitor or Randall will suffice.” Randall then gestured to an empty chair in front of his desk. 

Raven took a seat and set his hat atop the inquisitor’s table. 

“I must say inquisitor, a part of me is surprised we made it out of that metal hell in one piece.” 

Randall smiled 

“The emperor still has plans for us it seems, but come a hard fought victory merits a toast.” 

Randall reached under his desk and produced a fifty-year-old bottle of Vallorian wine along with two glasses. The inquisitor poured a glass for Raven and then one for himself. 

“What shall we toast to?” asked Randall 

After a moment of thought Raven replied raising his glass. 

“To the men and women who laid down their lives at Cogger Hive.” 

Randall raised his glass 

“May their sacrifice never be forgotten.” 

Captain Kid had with a handful of other officers found her way to the village bar. A neon sign read “The Lusty Lark” the sign featured a neon animated woman winking approximately every four seconds. Kid leapt from the truck and smiled, from here she could hear familiar voices shouting and jeering. Several other black military trucks adorned with the red seal of the inquisition were parked in front of the bar. Kid thought the sight hilarious, transports of the Emperor’s holy inquisition parked outside of this sleazy cabaret. The officers that were accompanying Kid had already made their way into the bar as kid approached the swinging saloon doors. 

The Lark was filled to the brim with the celebrating officers, Arbitrators from the penal legion, The music was jolly, a five piece Crionian jazz band played at a rapid pace. Games were being played, darts, pool, cards, regicide. At one table Kid saw the familiar face of Sargent Holliday arm wrestling an Arbitrator while men from both of their companies cheered for their champion. Around the main stage crowded nearly fifty men each watching a woman clad only in the distinct helmet of an arbitrator dance around a brass pole. Arbitrator Halouck unmasked by the dancer and intoxicated by the barkeep sighed “I think I’m in love.” Hustling among all the chaos were nearly a dozen waiters fetching food and drink. Kid saw in the shadows of the far corner Commissar Alenko sitting alone at a table. 

Kid approached the Commissar and spoke “Is this seat taken.” 

Alenko smiled. “I’m actually saving it for this local girl, she thinks I’m exotic.” 

Kid laughed and took the seat “Exotic must mean annoying in Crionian.” 

Kid grabbed a bottle from a passing waitress and spoke “You sure know how to treat a woman; do you take all the ladies here.” 

Alenko smiled “Only the pretty ones.” 

Randall and Raven sat in the war tent, they had finished half of the bottle. 

Randall began pouring “So tell me Colonel what is next for the 487th Panther Calvary.” 

“I want to do one final sweep of Cogger, make sure we didn’t miss any of those heretics. After that someone needs to set up a quarantine.” 

Randall nodded “Thorough I think we got them all but it never hurts to check. As for the quarantine I think we can leave the PDF to do that.” 

Raven spoke “My men are in need of provisions.” 

Randall smiled “Consider it done, I know a rogue trader who should be able to acquire whatever it is you may need.” 

Raven smiled “You are generous inquisitor, but I must ask what future is there for Cogger Hive.” 

Randall spoke with a sigh “Not a good one I’m afraid, the taint of the warp has corrupted the hive itself, we can’t resettle it for possibility of corruption. The best thing we can do is prevent it from spreading its cancer.” 

Raven frowned “It seems like such a waste.” 

Randall spoke filling his own glass “There will be greater sacrifices in the wars to come. Come Colonel another toast, to those who do what must be done to keep the Imperium safe.” 

Raven took another drink, it seemed more bitter than the last. 

Jethro and Amanda had found their way outside the pub, the two sat on a wooden goat coral. The shaggy creatures gathered beneath commissar and captain as Jethro threw pretzels into their eager mouths. 

“So Sheppard stands up knocks the dirt away from his uniform and says to the Nova Marine, oh don’t mind me.” Alenko smiled as he reminisced about when he was a cadet. 

Capain Kid laughed “He got away with speaking like that to a space marine.” 

Alenko smiled “Commander Axton was a rare breed, an astartes built with a sense of humor.” 

Amanda shook her head, “Whatever happened to him, your mentor.” 

Alenko frowned “I’m not sure, they say he vanished after I was assigned to my own company.” 

Amanda apologized “I’m sorry, it sounds like the two of you were close.” 

The Commissar restored his smile and spoke “Its fine, I knew once I reached the rank of full commissar I would likely never see him again. But still I would at least like to know where he is.” 

Amanda smiled and threw a pretzel into a happy looking goat’s mouth. “When I was a girl growing up my best friend was the neighbor boy named Joseph. We used pretend we were space marines and practice marching like the soldiers at parade. When we turned eighteen we enlisted in the guard. After basic training was over we got assigned to separate companies. We were being deployed to the opposite ends of the imperium. To this day I have no idea if he is alive or not. I know how it is not knowing.” 

Alenko reached over and placed his arm around the captain as the main world of Crion hung big in the night sky. 

(By Chazz)

This next are out of order from the rest but deal with some of 487th either supporting them or destroying some of them.

====Outside Hive Cogger, Luna Epsilon=====

Xarak and his Chieftains formed a group at the front of the War Party, they halted movement. From their position they could see what appeared to be some light vehicles, walkers, and biker squads. Xarak looked to Yelnava, “I want you and your warband to hold back in the treeline, there will surely be more to come, when you hear the signal, strike.” He looked back to the small bunker where the humans lay like sheep and the depot where the vehicles were. There were no more than ten in the bunker and 30 at the depot, this would do as a sacrifice, he once again looked back, but this time to Demerdul and Tarja, “Brothers, when I give the signal, you may attack.” Demerdul looked almost happy about the impending death of the humans. Xarak stood and looked to his flanks, he began a very deep breath before bringing a frightening roar to bear, he was then joined by hundreds of his comrades as they charged forward. Xarak removed his swords from their sheaths as he ran towards the bunker, the humans inside were scrambling for weapons, a bright beam of light came from one of the windows and hit Xarak’s breastplate, he laughed as his armor hardened at the exposure to heat. The other Tarellians made quick work of the walkers and tanks with their scorch weaponry while the others dispatched the bikers fairly quickly. When Xarak barged into the bunker he began shouting in Tarellian, “By the Great Deserts!” He took off a Guardsmen’s head and cut another in half, “You will all burn!” Demerdul ran full speed at another human and smashed him into a wall, crushing his chest. The Guardsmen were dead, and by the looks of it this was either a communications or command element. Xarak put his weapons away and walked out of the bunker and began giving orders. “Began shoring up the area with whatever you can find! We will be ready for the Imperium when they come! And Come they will brothers, you will have your blessed revenge at long last!” Crates, debris, and everything else was used to make defenses, but there was only enough to make a hasty defense, their next battle would be a rough one.

( by befriender)
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Moon #2, Hive Cogger 

I’ve often been told that there’s no feeling quite like the one that you get just before a battle is to start. That feeling of foreboding, the electricity that seems to build in the air as the timer begins to tick down, the sense that this is just the calm before the storm, and that very soon all hell will break loose. That is the feeling I have right now, as I supervise the preparations for my regiment’s move to Hive Cogger. The only way I can describe it is controlled chaos, Guardsmen and flight crew run past me loading ammo, medical supplies, weapons and spare parts into our Valkyries in preparation for the trip to the Hive. Word has begun to filter in from the regiment stationed outside the Hive that the situation is far more serious than originally anticipated, and so High Command has ordered me and my boys to the Hive to render assistance. “Assistance”, I snort bitterly as I remember that that was the exact word that was used when my role in Cogger was laid before me. What good does High Command expect that a fething air-cavalry regiment will do in a Hive? Those things are most assuredly NOT conducive to the Elysian way of war, and High Command has to know this, so why are they sending us? Do they doubt the loyalty of me and my men? Is that why they are sending us off to this potential death trap? I shake myself fiercely, banishing those dark thoughts to the recesses of my mind where they belong. Now is not the time for me to begin to doubt, doubt leads to hesitation, and hesitation leads to death. As the controlled chaos continues to unfold around me I clench my fists in silent defiance to the dark thoughts that continue to plague me, when the time comes I cannot be found wanting. I’m jolted out of my dark thoughts when Sergeant Jacobson taps me on the shoulder and says “Sir? We’re just about ready to roll, the men are assembling near their assigned transports, and you might want to get moving if you don’t want to be late for your prom date.” The sergeant grins as he’s saying this to show that he’s just teasing, and I return his smile with one of my own. When I do he gives me a crisp salute and jogs off to where the rest of his squad has assembled in front of one of the crimson-armored Valkyries. Jacobson is one of the best commanders this regiment has, and I have a feeling that he and his men will be crucial in the upcoming war. Time and time again he has turned down a promotion to a Platoon Command, content to lead his squad of Veterans. As I turn and begin to jog over to where my own command squad is assembling the feeling of foreboding returns, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going to be waiting for me up there at Hive Cogger. 

As the last of the Valkyries settle down on their landing gear outside the Imperial Base Camp set up outside of Hive Cogger that feeling of foreboding still hasn’t gone away. If anything, it has grown even more during the flight over here. We’ve settled down a short distance away from the camp, hoping to avoid any potential misunderstanding with the forces that are already stationed here. We voxed ahead to warn them of our arrival, but you can never be too careful, anxious and trigger happy sentries tend to shoot first and then ask you questions while you’re lying on the ground bleeding. Settling down a short ways away from their camp will let them digest our arrival safely and send out some scouts to meet us and bring us into the camp. I gesture to the disembarking Guardsmen around me to settle down to wait for our new allies. We don’t have to wait long, only a few minutes after we first set down we can see several figures approaching us, and as they get closer their image clears to reveal several Guardsmen mounted on what appears to be giant Wyrms. The Guardsmen around me begin to whisper as the riders get closer, some with excitement, and others with fear. As they get closer I take the opportunity to study them. Each man is clad in carapace plate, with face concealing helmets, and underneath it they are wearing what appears to be leather of some sort. Each individual is armed with a lance and a hot-shot laspistol. The Wyrms themselves are no less impressive, each one exuding a sort of restrained wrath, like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off on some unfortunate foe. The lead rider removes his helmet to reveal a shockingly young looking face and says “Ah, you must be the new arrivals. I’m Sergeant Holiday, and I’ve been sent to escort you boys to the main camp for a meeting with the boss. Pick up your kit and when you’re ready we’ll head out.” As I turn around to issue the necessary orders to my men, I find that they had already picked up their gear and are staring at me with anticipation and without another word we begin to set off with the Wyrm Riders towards the main camp, which slowly gets closer as we begin walking. Behind us the Valkyries begin to slowly lift off and begin their own trip towards the main camp, to set down near the motor pool that we saw as we flew over. The sight banishes the anxiousness that has been gnawing at me for a little while, and I smile softly. The Emperor’s Helldivers are here, and we will bring death to the enemy. 

(By war kitten)

Thanks for the comment what did you love about it? And any ideas on how I can make it better?

Also more information as I make it up.

The Regiments of the Lunar Venatorii call the Ishtar Subsector home but they are drawn from like a sector guard rather than purely planet based. But they do tend to be from the same planet per regiment. My Wyrm guard I was thinking would be from either the agriculture world or the Knight world.

Some more unique things about the regiment is the squads that consist of Wyrms are known as a flight. Each Flight is lead by a sergeant known as a Flight leader. These tend to be senior other sergeants of the regiment. To replenish losses they usually round up likely recruits from worlds they operate on and drill them into the doctrine. Usually in small numbers. They cannot afford heavy losses generally.

Their methods are considered unorthodox with their main supporters being the mechanicus. Individual ability and survivability are key traits of the people of these regiments. Mix sex the regiment is even though it is majority male. Loss of a wyrm rider is the worst kind of losses for the regiment.

Damn this takes me back

This is all fantastic writing Drakka

Dramatis Personae

Colonel Errmanno Raven - Regimental Commander, Wyrm Rider, Brother is a Magos, Armed with a Taser Lance and Ceres Pattern Bolt pistol, Light Power Armor, Mordian pattern power sword, and an array other devices and weapons, Leads from the front and is considered one of the Men

Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Jones - Commander of 1st Battalion, Expert at entrenched warfare, Formerly an officer of 4th Battalion promoted to Command.

Marshal Gustav Stålhandske - Commander of 3rd Battalion, Highest Ranking Battalion Commander

Lieutenant Hogen - Regiment Headquarters Signal Officer, Horse Rider

Sergeant Major Jacob Holiday - Flight Leader of 3rd Battalion, Wyrm Rider

Sergeant Garvey - Wing Leader of 2nd Company 3rd Battalion, Wyrm Rider

Sergeant Talia - Wing Leader of 3rd Company 3rd Battalion, Wyrm Rider

Azula - Deep Sapphire Blue Wyrm with White Speckled Scales, Sgt. Jacob Holiday's Mount

Corporal McKee - Sentienal Squad Leader 2nd Battalion 3rd Company, Survivor

Captain Jensen - Former Commander of 2nd Battalion 3rd Company, KIA versus Lizardmen Night Attack

Private Fredrick Jenkins - KIA in Choas Spawn and 'Bonemen' Ambush, 3rd Battalion, Wrym Rider, Posthumously Honored.

More to Follow. ( Working on a Horse Rider Leader, a Biker or Bughie person, and maybe more interpersonal development.)

Ishtar Subsector

Unlike most planets in the imperium Tithe of men for the Astra Militarum is done as a Subsector to ensure quality. All regiments get shipped to a training base for initial issue and standards. The sector is highly technological. Consists of a Knight World, a Forge World, and a industry heavy Hive World as well as an Agri World and a Chapter Homeworld for the Bloodmoon Hunters Space marines. One of the worlds has a race of flying Wyrm creatures that are used as mounts for certain regiments. They are great beasts with armor like scales that diffuse heat and have great rending claws but the intelligence roughly of a horse or a dog.

Name: Adam Clarke
Ordo: Ordo Machinum
Class: Junior Inquisitor (Praetorian)
Wargear:
Cadence "Spectre" Assualt Device w/ Silencer, Holy Ammo, Tempest Ammo, And Armor Piercing Ammo
Cadence "Widower" Dart Caster Device
Belasco Series-S "Venom" Compact Laspistol
The Khayer-Addin "Serpentine" Power Blade hidden in a cane
"Devils Kiss" Landrian Stiletto x2
Aegis Anbaric Shock Blaster Pistol
Combat Bike modified to run silent and has mounted Storm Bolter
Dragon Scale Power Armor
Camocloak


Bionics
Bionic Arms with enchanced strength and Concealed Blades
Organ Replacements for life extention
Vox bead implant
Toxin inhibitor
One eye replaced - Various vision enhancements
Genetic manipulation to enhance muscle tissue especially in the legs for enhanced speed and quiet steps

Background:
Orginially he was a Storm Trooper with the 487th Lunar Venatorii "Panther" Calvary Regiment as a Biker Scout. Once of his last missions with the regiment was a special assignment to protect a group of stranded techpriests behind enemy lines. Unknown to him one was a Magos of some importance. During the assignment he was gravely injured. For his bravery and dedication to protecting the Magos, he was given live saving high grade bionics but he was required to serve as a Skitarii Praetorian bodyguard to that Magos for a period of 20 years. Upon release of his bond to the Magos an Inquisitor took interest in this man and began his process of seeing if he was worthy for the Ordo. After many a year he was granted status as a junior Inquisitor.

I added in the basic ideas of the standard of armor and weapons as well as an explanation of the more exotic vehicles they employ.

Standard Equipment per troop type

Sergeant
Windrider Carapace Scale Armor 
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Ceres Pattern Bolt Carbine
Frag & Krak Grenades

Bike Scout
Cadian Pattern "Kasrkin" Storm Trooper Carapace Armour
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Hunting Lance 
Frag & Krak Grenades

Tauros Operator
Cadian Pattern "Kasrkin" Storm Trooper Carapace Armour
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Frag & Krak Grenades

Wyrm Rider
Windrider Carapace Scale Armor
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol 
Melta Lance
Frag & Plasma Grenades

Horse Trooper
Cadian Pattern "Kasrkin" Storm Trooper Carapace Armour
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol 
Hunting Lance
Frag & Krak Grenades

Line Trooper
Cadian Pattern "Kasrkin" Storm Trooper Carapace Armour
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Frag & Krak Grenades
D'laku Crusade-Pattern Hellgun

Sentinel Operator
Hax-Orthlack Mark II Magistratum Combat Carapace
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Frag & Krak Grenades

Vox Warfare Specialist
Hax-Orthlack Mark II Magistratum Combat Carapace
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Frag & Krak Grenades

Medic Specialist
Cadian Pattern "Kasrkin" Storm Trooper Carapace Armour
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Frag & Krak Grenades

Garrison Troopers
Cadian Pattern "Kasrkin" Storm Trooper Carapace Armour
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol  
Frag & Krak Grenades

Heavy Gunners
Cadian Pattern "Kasrkin" Storm Trooper Carapace Armour
Lucius Pattern Hellpistol 
Heavy Bolters
Heavy Stubbers
Grenade Launchers
Lascannons
Autocannons
Missile Launchers

Engiseers


Major Vehicle Patterns/Set-ups

1st and 2nd Battalion
Vanaheim Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks per 40k fandom wiki

The Vanaheim Pattern of the Command Salamander is fitted with a multi-spectral surveyor as part of its overhead hatch. This advanced piece of equipment provides the vehicle with magnification, night vision, and tracking capabilities. The Salamander Command is armed with a Heavy Flamer in place of the Autocannon usually mounted on a Salamander.

Tauros Rapid Assault Vehicles per 40k Fandom wiki

The Tauros is a light, sturdily built, all-terrain utility and tractor vehicle used on many Frontier Worlds. Its rugged drive axles are individually powered by high-yield galvanic motors that allow the vehicle to maintain its speed even when some of its wheels may be damaged or destroyed. The Tauros and many similar vehicles have also been used by Imperial exploration teams and sometimes by brigands, marauders, and rebel factions.

The Tauros comes in two standard variants: the four-wheeled Tauros Rapid Assault Vehicle which serves as a long-range scout vehicle, mounting potent anti-personnel firepower in the form of either a Heavy Flamer or Tauros Grenade Launcher, and the six-wheeled and more heavily armed and armoured Tauros Venator.

Tauros Venator Rapid Assault Vehicles per 40k Fandom wiki

Tauros Venators in support of their infantry, where the punch of a Lascannon or Multi-Laser is often a welcome asset against heavy armour. They are also used in long-range scouting missions, as well as behind enemy lines where they are capable of operating for extended periods without resupply due to their galvanic systems.

These vehicles are also used to carry extra supplies for the ground infantry, such as weapon power-packs, food, and water. This allows squadrons to operate for extended periods without re-supply.

Combat Bike Patterns  
Mars Pattern Sentinels  

This Sentinel is armed with a Multi-laser and is effective against infantry and lightly armoured vehicles

Armageddon Pattern Sentinels

This Sentinel is armed with a Lascannon and is a surprisingly effective anti-tank weapon. The cockpit of the Armageddon Pattern Sentinel is also usually fully enclosed with armour plate.

3rd Battalion
Vanaheim Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks
Combat Bike Patterns

4th Battalion
Chimera Command Variant Light Tanks   
Chimera Light Tanks
Samaritan Light Tanks per 40k fandom wiki

The Samaritan is a variant of the Chimera used by the the Imperial Guard's medical companies as an ambulance. The Samaritan is a non-combat vehicle and is completely unarmed, lacking even a simple Pintle-mounted weapon for self-defence. The vehicle is crewed by two medical company orderlies, and usually a surgeon accompanies them. The crew of the Samaritan collect the wounded and transport them to either a medical company aid station or to a field-hospice near the very rear of the line. 

Enemies Faced so Far:

'Bonemen' Allied with Traitors <Necrons>
Nurgle Aligned Traitors <Plague Marines and Cultists>
Flayed Ones Cultist Group <Choas Alignement Unknown>
Lizardmen <Tau Allies? Helped Traitors>

Allies
Inquisitor Randall <Demon Hunter>
Captain Kid <Storm Trooper Regiment Commander>
A Couple of Penal Legions
An Elysian Air Cavalry Regiment
Colonel 5-01 <Krieg Seige Regiment>

So working the details of the Agri World where the majority of my Lunar Venatorii would be coming from. Here are the ideas I am mulling over.

The Planet is earth like for ecological purposes but had evolved Toxic to humans. Due to heavy metals and air differentials. So humans live either the Space Port Hive City protected by Void shields or in Stone Holds that are filtered. Wyrms and winged lizards are natural Fauna and the natural Flora is high for medicinal. This is and the fact one of the two moons is a Forge World is why they are usually Highly mechanized and have this cowboy streak..

So further working the numbers and unique things of third Battalion. Each Company has a single wing of Wyrms which is approx 3 squads. All of 3rd Battalion Wyrm Mounts consist of a single Flight of Wyrms. A Flight Leader <Sgt Holiday> therefore is in charge of all the combat Wyrm Mounts. He has two subordinates that assist in his duties that are Flight Seconds. And Wings reflect this division of responsibility. Nominally the Wyrm leaders answer to the officers of their units but the Flight leader answer to the regimental commander.

So I am thinking of renaming their nickname a bit as simply Wyrm Guard doesn't quite do it. I was thinking Wyrm Garderme as one possibility but does the community have ideas for this regiment?

------Meanwhile in the Corinthian Primary Hive---- 

Third Battalion sent out their scouts and forces as per orders of Colonel Raven. The old man wanted two things contacts with the PDF and securing the Planetary Governor. The heroes of Third Battalion were of to the task. As unconventional as the 487th Lunar Venatorii were, they were simply the best at these kinds of quick actions. Sgt Jacob Holliday, the Flight Leader of third chose the Wing-leaders of 2nd and 3rd company for this honor of being the first into the fray. Marshal Gustav Stålhandske commander of 3rd Battalion decided to support his flight leader by having the rest of those two companies to advance and secure a supply route. Wing-leader Sgt. Garvey of 2nd Company circled around the hive and made it to the spires of the wealthiest. 

The carnage around there was some the worst he ever scene. But the battles for these spires were long lost. The signal for help was centered around the halls of the Astropaths. It was there his entire wing went in force. The Vox experts of the Wyrm Gendarme were the best at tracing signals which led them to sounds of battle. Arbites of this hive battles a desperate defense action against an angry mob of madmen dressed in rags and covered is gore. The Madness of the Warp had afflicted many it would seem. But these madmen were hardly armed for a fight against a wing of Wyrm riders. Thirty Wyrms and their riders immediately pitched in to save the policing force that had sent the distress call. 

After a short but bloody encounter where the worst injuries were on the Arbites and one private who ended up with a broken arm, they were able to evacuate the beleaguered Imperial representatives. It was from the brother of the Current Governor they learned of a refuge where those still loyal to him currently resided. A third of his riders broke off to go rescue and escort the governor back to the main camp on Sgt Garvey’s orders. Everyone rescued was injured in some way, some so serious that Fourth Battalion Samaritans were dispatched along routes cleared for rescue operations. What had started as a small-scale mission turned into a major scale operation. 

The hive was in no condition to support the Astra Militarum Operations of the retaking of Corinth. Bands of Madmen and traitors roved the streets. Unlike Hive Cogger these were regular rabble that was easily broken at the appearance of the Air Superior Wyrm Riders. The fierce Wyrms were vicious and fast, nothing in the hive could fight them effectively. This made the clearance operation of the Horse and Bike troopers much easier as they secured evacuation routes out of the city to refugees under the guard of the Guns of the 225th who had the siege works well underway. The appearance of the Krieg troops at their camp and camps surrounding the city made many a scratch-company come out of the works and flood towards the relief. 

Wing-leader Sgt. Talia of 3rd Company had a better time of it. He immediately broke his Wing into several smaller teams for search and rescue of any PDF or Household forces left after disaster befell this once great Hive and beacon of civilization. They set up several nest bases from which to mount rescue operations from. Fortunately, they found that the PDF had been a well drilled force. Many of the PDF had adopted the various tactics and standards of the fifty or more regiments who had cleansed this planet from the green-skins. The PDF had already secured a citadel of defense against the mobs but had been cut off from supplies and communication. Very few of the disciplined men had broken in the long siege that now had finally broken in their favor. 

Outside the walls of their defenses there was piles of bodies and gore as wave after wave of madmen and mutant had attacked them. They had sustained heavy casualties as medicine and ammunition ran out. The relief of mounted troops fresh from drop ships was a welcome sight. The PDF core of troops of about regiment strength with support elements had survived. And several smaller such defensive grouping scattered in the ruins were recovered as well. Over the days the entirety of the rest was brought out of the doomed hive and brought into a basecamp built for them by the engineers of Forth Battalions of each of the Lunar Venatorii regiments. It brought their personnel strength up quite a number able for other actions. Further the senior leadership outside of the Arbites had not survived, so the chain of command was effectively what the Lunar Venatorii wanted it to be. 

The Regiment sized element of Corinthian citizens were mainly light of infantry, but had a core of heavy infantry. The months of combat made them experts in urban warfare. And an large numbers of specialists were recovered to make argument nearly as strong in numbers as the Kriegers. The bad news was the Arbites were very few in number due to casualties and the Governor's people were either too injured or weak to be moved for awhile yet. So a few companies worth of soldiers would be tied down guarding the Corinthian ruling class. 

The Loyalists of the Imperium had recovered the important elements of the Hive for their new crusade. But still this was just one hive and it’s production abilities were gone until more citizens could be brought. They needed to secure another supply of ammunition, food, and other resources if they were going to continue to bring this world into compliance. But at least the ridership of Aldo and his brother Perian was safe now. 

Anyways I figured out what I want the commanders of the companies in third battalion to be Wardens. This is because the commander of the Battalion is a Marshal. Further the NCOs of the Wyrms are Flight and Wing Leaders.

As I am going through how my regiments are, I have come to the conclusion they are a mobility driven group. So the Lunar Venatorii will be kind of like the desert raiders in that respect.

https://wh40khomebrew.fandom.com/wiki/487th_Lunar_Venatorii_Cavalry_Regiment

Started porting this to homebrew wiki. There are some minor organization changes however.

https://wh40khomebrew.fandom.com/wiki/487th_Lunar_Venatorii_Cavalry_Regiment

The 487th Lunar Venatorii 'Panther' Cavalry Regiment, known unofficially as the 'Wyrm Gendarme' , is an Astra Militarum Cavalry Regiment hailing from a little known sector of space close to the borders of the Tau Empire known as Ishtar. The soldiers of the frontier worlds of this sub-sector of space form the Lunar Venatorii regiments of the Astra Militarum, famed in the Imperium for their diverse units and atypical forms of combat. They form into additional personnel for various fleets that transship through the area into the dangerous edges of the galaxy. Lunar Venatorii have faced everything from Xenos to Chaos in their sector but have always stood strong in the light of the Emperor.

Among these Regiments is the 487th. The 487th is an Mechanized Cavalry Regiment of the Lunar Venatorii Astra Militarum forces deployed to multiple war-zones since its inception long ago, the most recent of which being Hive Cogger, aiding the Inquisition in suppressing several Chaos war-bands. They are the elite among the Lunar Venatorii as a kind of specialized storm troopers whose way of warfare is rapid as it is devastating. The 487th specialize in Heavy Recon and Vox Warfare, these elite troopers train for years understanding their machines and mounts using them to conquer any foe.

The 'Wyrm Gendarme' is comprised of approximately 1,750 Storm Trooper Grade Guardsmen and over 1,000 Enginseers and support personnel divided into roughly 4 Battalions, each Battalion further broken into 5 Companies apiece. Part of the uniqueness of this Regiment is how the Battalions are divided and their mission sets. 205 Combat Bikes in various Patterns, 150 Horses, 150 Wyrms, 40 Sentinels, 80 Tauros Rapid Assault Vehicles, 15 Salamander Command Variant Light Tanks, 35 Chimera Armored Personnel Carrier, and 5 Samaritan Light Tanks make up the transportation of this Regiment.

Regimental support personnel consist of Operational Planners, Specialists trained by Divisio Digitias, Horse Masters, Supply Clerks, Administrative Attaches, Beast Masters for the Wyrms, Transmechanics, Enginseers, Camp Engineers, Intelligence Collectors, Liaisons, Communications Operators, Trainers for each specialty, Chemical warfare Analysts, Saddle Makers, Attendants, Cooks, and various other minor disciplines.