The Legend of the Haunted Leman Russ
The Joutinheim 798th Armored Regiment had always had close ties with The Order of the Blushing Maiden since it's order's founder rescued one of the regiment's Commissars leading to the order's founding. But commanding the regiment in it's “haunted” Leman Russ Punisher is an honor that is given to only the most compitent and qualified. So guarded is the position, that it's recipient and crew is chosen by a board made up of the Commissariat and the Cannoness of the Order. The following is the tale of how the Haunted Leman Russ came to be.
Long ago on planet Joutinheim, the demons of chaos sought to claim the planet for their perverse dark gods. The brave men and women of the Joutinheim 798th Armored Regiment and the Order of the Blushing Maiden were fighting valiantly, Sister Isabel's squad had managed to locate and engage the enemy demon prince. With a mighty backhand from the demon her squad was decimated, and Sister Isabel was mortally wounded. Before the demon prince could land the killing blow a hail of shells landed square in his back. The armored regiment's remaining Leman Russ punisher had broken through the lines and lent its aid to Sister Isabel. The demon buckled under the flurry of rounds that pelted it to near submission. In an incredible act of strength the demon smashed into the tank and stunned the heroic crew inside, effectively silencing the Punisher cannon that had left him clinging to his own life. The demon then extracted his revenge by pulling out the crew only to rip them apart like dolls. The Scions using the tank as cover flanked the demon and opened fire with their Hot shot lasguns. Annoyed at the pesky soldiers he turned and gave chase. Isabel took the opportunity while the demon was distracted to climb in to the tank and reawaken the Punisher cannon. Gears and servos whined in protest as she brought the turret to bear on the demon's head. “AVE IMPERATOR FOUL DEMON!!!!!!!” she cried as the cannon perforated the demon with countless rounds. The demon was reduced to a pile of offal and pink mist as the main gun expended the last of it's ammo. As Isabel lay dying in the turret, she spoke a final prayer. “Holy Emperor....if it is your will to call me to the Golden Throne....then I eagerly await....your beckon...but my work is not yet done...if you can see fit to grant my one selfish wish to....see all your enemies destroyed before I report to your side, You would have my eternal gratitude.”
After the battle, and once the Punisher was repaired, the new crew reported hearing war hymns when the engine was idling, and the commander reported hearing the cry “AVE IMPERATOR!!!” as the Punisher Cannon unleashed it's payload. The Adpetus Mechanicus investigated and found the Tank functioning as normal. The Cannoness of the order, along with the regiment's Commissar agreed, that due to Valiant effort of Sister Isabel she would be canonized and made a Saint of the Order. And the Leman Russ that slayed the demon prince would be the Unit's standard bearer, and the Crew chosen based on merits both the Order and the Unit held in high regard.
Current Crew of the Leman Russ Punisher “Isabel's Vengence”
Commander: Colonel Ulfric Harman
Driver: Sgt Flykr Ranagan
Main Gunner: Sister Mary Pendragon
Left Sponson Gunner: Cpl Reggie Marbot
Right Sponson Gunner: Sister Geniveve Perna
Hull Gunner: Sister Fraiya Gunier
In the cargo hold of the imperial Freighter
“Emperor's Benevolence” en-rout to Oricrom VI
Sister Mary stood against the observation window looking down at the rows of Militarum and Sororitas vehicles being serviced by the Enginseers in the cargo bay. Her gaze came to a Leman Russ regaled with gold accents and trim. It made her grin knowing she was chosen as the main gunner of such an important piece of her order's history. She had marveled at the stories and legends when she was just a novicia. To be chosen for this position assured her the nights and days spent training and studying were not in vain. Even now they were on their way to some distant planet that needed the Divine Emperor's wrath brought on it. And she would be the instrument of that wrath.
She returned to a small group made up of the rest of the tank's crew. Sister Geniveve and Sister Fraiya she new from the Shrine on Joutinhiem. The two other members were from Joutinhiem's Imperial Guard unit. While not as pious as she would have preferred she new the men and women of Joutinhiem's Guard were as brave and ferocious as any Sororitas she knew. Obviously they had exceptional skills to be chosen for their positions. She decided to make some small talk till their commander showed up. “Excuse me sergeant, but when do you suppose the Commander will show?” she asked. “Afraid I dunno Sister. Last I heard he was in a briefing with all the brass finally getting more info on why we were scrambled aboard this frieghter.” Sgt Flykr informed.
Just then the doors opened and in walked Colonel Ulfric. The guardsmen immediately stood at attention. The Sisters falling in line with them. “Carry on.” He ordered. Everyone stood a bit more relaxed as the Colonel inspected his crew. After he was satisfied he ordered his crew to the ships officer lounge. They were sat at a rather large table where their supper was served. Before anyone dug in the Colonel broke the ice as he raised his glass. “Gentlemen, and Ladies,” he said nodding to the Sisters. “You were chosen to man this tank because you proved yourselves to be a cut above the rest. I look forward to unleashing the Emperor's fury with all of you. From now on we are more than just crew mates, we are a family. That tank will be our home. Honored Sisters, I hope adjusting to a guardsman's lifestyle will not be to hard an inconvenience, alternatively I hope you will be our conscience and keep us all on the glorious path that leads us to our beloved Emperor. TO ISABEL'S VENGENCE!!!” he toasted. “TO ISABEL'S VENGENCE!!!” came the reply as they all quaffed their beverages. The rest of the night was spent getting to know one another, before hitting the bunks for lights out. Sister Mary was as exited as a Novicea and could hardly fall asleep. But exhaustion weighed in (along with some of the Amasec they had consumed) and soon she was out.
please be gentle, I'm not really good at fanfiction
Edited by CommissarZac, 17 December 2014 - 09:24 AM.