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I'm back into 40k inspired story's, and this time I'm not going to leave my fiction half finished.
Please do give criticism and suggestions, I want to make you guys happy this time.

Prologue

Lana Ichiro laid in the tau breeding chamber, struggling to give birth to her child. Her husband, Stefan, gazed helplessly into his wife's eyes. He could see pain, and he felt very uncomfortable. what if the baby dies? He thought. I would never forgive myself. suddenly Stefan heard an unbearable shriek of pain and a sudden sigh of relief. An earth caste tau patiently walked into the room, speaking into his translator, "Congratulations, Gue'vesa, you have given birth to a male child, may he live forever in peace."
"Why thank you, Fio'ui kais, can you please get me a drink? I feel a little dehydrated after such an ordeal." Rasped Lana, obviously relieved that the baby didn't die.
Stefan quickly spoke the same words into his translator, and Fio'ui kais immediately left the chamber to find a drink.
"What will you call the baby, Lana?" Stefan asked.
"The baby will be called Markus." Lana whispered, still in shock.

Seven years later...

Markus sprinted across the grassy plains of Dal'yth, eager to find the hai'ti, a gem of extreme rarity that is only affordable to the Shas'ar'tol, the fire caste high command. He found out that the stone had become more and more common around this area, and as soon as he heard he decided to head out and find one. As he ran he spotted a dark cave, perhaps made of a marble-like substance that showcased a glint of blue. Intrigued by the glow, he tiptoed into the cave, hoping to find some hai'ti. Suddenly a mud-caked blue gauntlet shot out of the shadows, grasping onto Markus's small biceps and pulling him into the darkness.
"Be quiet, kid, your not meant to be down here." A deep but frail voice whispered into his ear. Markus kicked the attacker in the knee and tried to literally throw himself out of the small, claustrophobic room carved out by Mother Nature, and did this successfully. Sprinting out of the mouth of the cave, he dodged the incoming gauntlet twice before shouting, "Dad, help me, help me!" Before the man in blue picked him up and put one of his hands over Markus's mouth, stopping him from screaming. He repeatedly thumped the mans muscular arms, but it was no use. A few minutes later Markus was back in the cramped room, and the man dropped him, leaving Markus wheezing and grunting in pain as he collided with the hard stone floor.
"Don't do that, kid, or you will be disciplined. Reven, you may come out now." Another person emerged from the dark shadows, about the same size as the other man.
"Who are you?" Markus asked, clearly frightened by the two men's presence.
"Were soldiers, kid, and where going to take you back to were you belong."
"What, back to my parents?" Markus asked, a glimmer of relief beginning to present itself in Markus's eyes.
"No, to the Imperium, were you will live an ordinary life. You may have heard of us, were space marines of the crimson fists chapter." Despair began to settle on Markus's face, and he attempted another escape, but Reven blocked the only way out.
"Kid, dont try to run, or we'll tie you into that chair over there," he pointed at the battered steel chair in the far end of the room.
"Uh, ok. What am i to do?" Markus nervously asked, clearly expecting something to do.
"Your meant to stay here and wait until we find a way to get you back to the imperium." The space marine said plaintively. "You may call me Mantis."

Chapter One

Stefan sat in the luxurious padded couch in his large house, worried for his son.
"That's it, Lana, I'm heading out to find Markus." He snatched his pulse rifle that was a gift from a fire warrior and impatiently headed for the auto door.
"Stefan, wait. Markus could be coming back now, you never know."
"He's three hours late, I'm heading out." Stefan headed out, completely ignoring his wife and jogging in the direction of where Markus went.
First he checked the woods, a small paradise which Markus usually likes staying in. After a long and thorough search, Stefan headed for the plains. He's probably these, he said he was searching for hai'ti. After half an hour he found a strangely creepy cave. Stefan's decision was to ignore the cave, knowing that Markus was claustrophobic.

Markus stared at Mantis pathetically, as if he was a criminal.
"Markus, you know we cant give you that knife. Until you get delivered to an orphan world, we have to class you as a prisoner."
"But I know how to hunt and skin. I know you're running out of food, you don't know whats poisonous or not. I do." Mantis sighed. He was clearly frustrated with Markus.
"Fine, you can go out with Reven, but you have to put this on." Mantis shoved his way through his tactical gear and revealed a leatherite, collar-like contraption.
"What is it?" Markus asked, clearly suspicious.
"It's a tracking device. You run off, we know where you go. You can't get it off, either. Only me or Reven can take it off. And by the way, we've got three more of our team coming down. We don't know when you'll be taken away yet."
"Ok, can we go now?" Markus said, clearly excited. Reven was more sympathetic towards Markus, and didn't see him as a burden at all.
"Ok, let's go, Markus," Reven said, snapping the tracker into place.

"Ah, here it is. This is an edible plant, Reven, and I was told it was a very healthy one. Just make sure you-" the distinguished sound of a pulse shot ripped through the silenced forest, tearing through Revens leg.
"Markus!" A desperate voice yelled, "Stay where you are!" Markus knew who it was.
"Dad!" Markus shouted, sprinting as fast as he could towards his dad.
"Is there anymore of them, Markus?"
"Yes, one more. They said they were space marines. I'm scared." Stefan gave a reassuring smile.
"Dont worry, son. We need to take this man back to fire caste command. Can you help me pick him up? After this we will come back for the other one, this time with some tau fire caste."
Markus and Stefan slowly lifted Reven up. Reven struggled and attempted to reach for his bolt pistol, but Stefan slapped him round the face and took it for himself.
"Take this, Markus," Stefan said, handing Markus the pistol. Hesitantly, Markus took it and began to haul Reven yet again.

"Shas'el, I present to you an enemy of the tau. Please take him. He took my son hostage. Word is that there is also another enemy of his kind within the eastern woods, I request permission to take a team of fire warriors with me." Markus said to the noble in the throne that stood proudly before him.
"Stefan, we thank you. Your permission to take some fire warriors is granted, please make sure the other enemy is killed or taken. Thank you." The Shas'el said.

Chapter two

Mantis leaped across the large rock and sprinted towards his concealed bike. It was his only chance to escape from the piranhas that would most likely catch up with him anyway. He had to leave his bolter behind but had his rusted and mud-ridden bolt pistol on him. His armour had took severe damage during the long and unending sprint, and he had lost most of his food and water. He had to hope that the fuel in his bike hadn't evaporated during its long time hidden in undergrowth. He passed a familiar pond and stopped. Taking two steps to his right, he shook the large shrubbery grown there. Ripping it away, it revealed a worn and obsolete bike left there for around four years. Revving the engine, he soon found out no fuel was left in the tank.
"Damn it!" He cried, kicking the bike with his failing legs. He dropped to the floor in anger before he realised he still had one hope: His comm link. Connecting to his chapters command, Mantis said "This is Brother Apelone, requesting immediate extraction from Tau'n, Xenos are imminent."
Mantis soon felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his back.
"Dont move, you bastard. Dont think about it." Stefan said, as kroot mercenaries and fire warriors emerged from the surrounding forest.