Hey everyone, so i've always enjoyed writing stories and such about w40k. This is my most recent that i'm working on and i think i actually want to get really in depth with this one. Little overview of where i plan the story to go and what it's about.
The story is following a group of former wolf guard of the space wolves, cast out of the chapter and dubbed renegades on a suidice mission to redeem their honor. The lead character of the story is (Former Captain) Sarros Chillfang. How they came abouts becoming renegades is told throughout the actual story, and a little bit of each of the terminators stories are told as they go.
So, let's begin
The brilliant light from the distance star gleamed off the side of light grey battle barge Frostsheen as it drifted amonst the blackness of space. A white snowflake hanging in the night sky, or a wolf prowling the great woods of Fenris, the battle barge was a sight to behold. A small rythmic pulse came from the glowing engines at the back of the ship as the reactor core slowly powered up from it's dormant stage. Servitors and crewmen hurriedly went about their tasks preparing the ship to embark on their return voyage to it's homeworld of Fenris. Slowly the reactor began to hum before turning into a deafing roar as it surged with power, both engines flaring to life. On the command bridge, Admiral Osur and Wolf Lord Logan Grimnar stood next to the command pulpit, the admiral at parade rest staring just above the heads of the five wolf guards, the Wolf Lord with his arms crossed staring directly at them. His unforgiving grey eyes gliding over each one of them before coming to bear on Captain Sarros Chillfang of 2nd Company. Sarros drew up all the power he had to hold the Wolf Lord's glare, the second's turning into hours as those grey eyes tore into his soul.
As if after an eternity, he broke his stare with the Captain to regard the entire squad, "How a squad so decorated, honored, and feared by our allies and enemies alike could end up in a situation like this is unfathonable." he said, his voice ending all other noise on the bridge.
"This is something to be expected from the other chapters, however never would i expect to come to this in my own chapter." his stern gaze taking its turn on each the terminators standing a few feet in front of him, each one standing unmoving like statues as the Wolf Lord regarded them.
"Your honor is lost. Your rank is lost. You are no longer part of the Space Wolf chapter. You are lost. Your mission is simple, you are to seek the one called Dezmoir of our traitorous mortal enemies the Thousand Sons. Find him, kill him, bring his head back to me."
"Aye, Lord." Sarros replied.
A sudden moment of disappointment flashed across Lord Grimnar's eyes before it vanished and his unforgiving gaze returned, "Die with honor lads."
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Sarros drew his gaze from the view port of the frigate as the Frostsheen got ever farther away, returning back to his homeworld of Fenris. His closest friend and brother, Issar Renir, stood next to him, replesendent in his grey armor, both pauldrons now the same grey as the rest of his battle plate, all insignia showing their former chapter taken from them. He placed his gauntleted hand on his brother's shoulder, "We will regain our honor brother."
"Aye, by success, or death." Issar replied.
His three other squadmates stood around them, each one a living godlike statue amongst the imperial gaurdsman standing around the gallery watching them. Sarros looked to each one before returning his gaze to Issar, "We will suceed my friend, and we will return to The Fang, champions."
Just a short little part of the story, if anyone likes i'd be more then happy to add more. Comments and critism very much welcome!
" -KingCracker