This is my first ever attempt at any fan fiction/ fluff and english is not my main language so plese bear with me...
+++Designation: Legiones Astartes VII - 52nd Regiment - 104th Battalion - 41st Company ''The lions of Terra''+++
+++Company Command: Castellan Emmerich Bhalen, The hero of Strokian+++
+++Veteran Squad ''The shieds of Terra'': Brother-sergeant Ulrich, Brother Theobald, Brother Wilhelm, Brother Albrecht and Brother Godric+++
+++Company demographic: High amount of initiates from the germanic plains on Terra, ancient germanic names common+++
+++Accounts from the liberation of Strokian 002.M31 follows+++
On the third hour of the fith day salvation is coming
The hour had not yet past midnight but the perpetual light of the sun was toying with the mind belonging to the men of the Strokian PDF and Tysh did not know the exact time. It was his first time so near the planets northern pole and he had heard tales of men going insane and being driven to murder, cannibalism and other gruesome acts all by the power of sunlight. It had been over four days since the planetary government had called for the support of holy Terra, the answer had come with a promise of help from the nearest fleet some five days away. He had heard the Commissars whisper among themselves that the nearest fleet was of the VII Legiones Astartes but Tysh was not sure whether to dread such notions or to cherish the thought of seeing such beings of power exact the Emperors judgment on their enemy.
For four days and nights Tysh with what remained of his regiment had been holed up in an old fortress near the planets north pole in the hope of rescue. Just ten days ago the Imperial capitol on planet Strokian was besieged by xenos forces. Tysh remembered seeing them for the first time, they looked frighteningly similar to humans but their movements were much more fluid and graceful. Even their tanks where stylish and skimmed across the battlefield on anti-gravity fields. Tysh had heard of them before, tales of other worlds besieged by a xenos race designated by the Imperium as the Eldar. But he never truly understood their power until he was faced with their overwhelming speed and technology. The Eldar had taken the capitol in a matter of days and the fighting had been brutal, the regiment Tysh was part of had been ordered to retreat not far to the north, near the pole where an ancient fortress stood. Among his regiment holed up in the keep were laborers, aristocrats and civilians from every aspect of life. Even the planetary governor who now resided in the keeps top two floors had seen it fit to retreat.
Tired and over-worked as he was Tysh was still a serviceman in the Strokian PDF and he had kept a tally of the xenos laid low by his trusty las-carbine. He and the other servicemen in his unit had a wager going on who would rack up the most xenos kills, and the winner would get paid drinks in their local waterhole by the other men. This was a thought that helped keep morale up and even though his comrade’s tally’s fluctuated in kills every time he spoke to them this was a game of honour, so he took their word as authenticity of their deeds.
Tysh was woken from a sweet dream (one of the few) as the alarm bells tolled over the fortress walls.
He leapt to his feet and got his equipment from the floor, he ran over to his buddy Ruddi and woke him up. Together they ran to the courtyard where they saw chaos and confusion reigning on the ramparts. A commissar ran up to them and screamed some nonsense about being late and where it not for the battle he would have shot them himself. The pair was ordered up on the easternmost ramparts where there were only a handful of men shooting into the fields below. As they climbed to the top of the stairs Tysh saw what was unfolding in the polar night. The Eldar had apparently tracked them to this fortress and was now besieging the walls seeking to eradicate the people who had eluded them in the capitol. Tysh shouldered his las-carbine and poured volley after volley of burning hot lasfire into the Eldar warriors below. Even though the fighting was heavy he knew that the xenos had more troops in reserve as this force was much smaller than the initial attack on the capitol.
His rifle clicked empty and Tysh ducked down and slit a fresh las-clip home in the receiver. No later had the assuring click come from his rifle than Ruddi spun around in a spray of blood and fell to the floor next to Tysh. Ruddi held his hand to the side of his neck where blood streamed through his fingers. His face was whitening and his eyes became increasingly distant, Tysh gripped Ruddi's free hand and felt as the strength and life of his comrade slowly drifted away and soon he held Ruddi's limp hand in his. With a roar of anger and fury Tysh stood and fired without control into the xenos forces below. Within minutes Tysh had used all the ammo he carried and he felt a wave of sadness wash over him, his legs felt heavy and he dropped to the floor staring into his dead comrade’s lifeless eyes.
A sundering boom snapped him out of his self-pity and he looked around for the source of the sound.
He looked into the sky and saw a sight that replaced his sadness with hope as he saw hundreds if not thousands of yellow coloured drop pods scream from the clouds and impact with the ground in great billows of dust and flying Eldar. The pods where landing in the midst of the Eldar host smashing armoured vehicles and infantry with their momentum. The pods doors sprang open with controlled explosive bolts and out marched giants in great yellow battle plate adorned with the black fist of the VII legion and wielding weapons so massive in both size and destruction that Tysh was glad they were on his side. Within no more than an hour the Eldar was dead and the fortress liberated.
The main gate into the courtyard swung open and a party of yellow armoured astartes entered the courtyard. Tysh ran from the ramparts to the giant leading the party to show his gratitude and knelt before him. The armour of the massive figure in front of him was different from the others in that it was more ornate and a great crimson cloak hung from his massive shoulders. A black lions head adorned his right shoulder and Tysh realised that every one of the giants had the same lions head somewhere on their armour but he did not know the meaning. The massive figure in front of him looked down and said in a gritty voice through his vox grill: 'Rise serviceman of Strokian, there’s no need to kneel for me. I am but a tool of the Emperors righteousness'. Tysh shakingly got to his feet and found himself staring into the dark, battered yellow of the giant's breastplate. He looked nervously at the astartes as he removed the helmet. A kind face with the scars of many battles was hidden beneath it. The giant looked at Tysh with sky blue eyes and said: 'If you would please show me to your commander, we got a capitol to retake'.
Phew , with that out of my system yesterday was washing day and Im glad thats over!
Heres a little pic of the ''production line'' I got set up, the Sicaran patiently waiting it's turn:
If mother nature and my job wills it I will get the first model undercoated and finally start with the fun part of Forge World minis.
The first model will be the Rapier with Graviton cannon, so lets se how that will come together.
Edited by Brother Callius, 22 January 2016 - 06:53 PM.