My first post after a long time in lurking. Apologies for dealing with all previous experiments at once, but I decided that I liked the premise of each too much.
My DIY chapter is the Aquilifers. They are quite shamelessly inspired by the Soul Drinkers. They are a Cursed Founding chapter, chimeric in nature which I explain as being filthy Mechanicus tampering in order to create a "perfect" gene strand from the Blood Angels, Imperial Fists and Iron Hands (Iron Hands added due to the Mechanicus wanting another loyal chapter). Obviously it does not go well. Bloodlust, mutations, heresy ect. While the chapter was able to deal with their defects, the end came when their Chief Apothecary not only corrupted much of their last "pure" gene-seed reserves in order to attempt to fine a cure, but also led many of his brothers in rebellion against the Chapter Master.
“We should get back inside,” urged Taelgo, motioning to his daughter to return to the house.
“I want to watch a little longer,” the little girl replied.
The sky was burning, that was the only way he could explain it. Streaks of red and orange and purple stretched before him like the painting of a madman. Tongues of white and blue flame spat this way and that, consuming the once grey heavens. That does not look good. It was closing in on the village, crawling forward like a wave from the deep sea. The closer it got, the more prominent the danger.
Tearing her eyes away from the strange scene, the girl ran in to her father’s arms. Gratefully lifting her up in his embrace, the former soldier carried her back within their home. Locking the door as he went, Taelgo ushered his child towards their safe room. As the girl scurried in to the small room, he went in to the kitchen. There, he scavenged enough supplies to last a few days. Food, laspistol, medical kit. It could end up being nothing or it could be the start of something very bad.
He had not survived years of war by being careless.
“Ogdia, I want you to know that I love you, okay?”
:cuss. That had the wrong affect. Her eyes were beginning to gleam over with tears ready to fall.
“Everything is going to be fine, I promise.”
“Daddy, you’re scaring me.”
I know I am baby.
“We are just being safe, that is all.”
He hoped that others would be doing the same as him. It meant that if nothing happened he wouldn’t be the butt of every joke for the next decade. Despite his fear, or because of it, sleep stole on the cowering couple quickly and quietly.
The first tremor went by unnoticed. However it was quickly followed by seven others in quick succession. They were not the worst Taelgo had ever witnessed, but the number caused his heart to race. Something was happening. Something bad.
“I am going to go see what is happening, you stay here. Promise me that you will stay put.”
The little girl nodded, breathing with a pant and wide eyes staring.
“I will be no more than a minute. Don’t worry.”
Opening the door slowly, Taelgo peered out at the inside of his house. Nothing. Taking a step forward, then another, he made his way towards a window. He could hear something, muted by distance and thick walls. Reaching a window, he heard the first gunshot.
It was loud, louder than any weapon stored in the village. Another joined the first. Then the screaming could be heard. He could not see anything out of the ordinary on the street, aside from that there was no one there. Straining his sight, the man tried to spot someone, anyone, anything.
“Target acquired!” declared a metallic voice.
His first instance was to throw himself down on to the floor. The shot blasted his window open, embedding itself in the far wall before erupting. A missile? No, it was too small a detonation. Where had it come from? He hadn’t seen the shooter, though the voice put him somewhere off to his right.
On all fours, he raced back to the safe room. Upon reaching it, he managed to swallow a breath. Blood gushed through his veins. His chest could barely contain his heart. Calm, calm for her.
“Odgia honey, I need you to lock the door for me.”
“Why?” came the wavering voice, high and innocent. “Daddy what is going on?”
Thanking the Emperor for his foresight in installing sound-proofing, Taelgo took another liquid breath.
“Just do it for me honey, daddy needs to stay outside for a minute longer.”
He heard the distinctive click of the lock as another round burst in to his home.
“Squad Thaddeus, infection noted. Sweep and clear. Purge them all. Let the Emperor’s light guide the faithful.”
They did not come in through the front door. No, that would have been too obvious. The wall was blown in, debris flying in all directions.
“Emperor protect me!” the villager cried as he fired in to the cloud, willing the invaders to fall to his shots.
A shadow entered through the breach, vast in size. Eyes burning a deep gold peered out of the grey gloom. A bolt struck one, merely dimming the light. It did nothing at first, those burning orbs twisting to fix him in a chilling stare. He stood there, paralysed. The mist was settling on the ground, leaving the giant to be examined.
“What do you want?” Taelgo cried, falling to his knees, hands making the shape of the Aquila on his chest. “God-Emperor protect me.”
“Follow his light,” announced the marine, before raising his bolter.
The weapon barked once.
Stepping over the deceased man, the giant came upon a locked door. He opened it, the lock breaking without resistance.
A little girl looked up, tears streaming down her face. She cowered behind a toy, some sort of angel or saint.
The weapon barked once.
A Hero's Fall
They were on his heels, a dozen wolves chasing the scent of blood. There could be no rest, no respite. This was a hunt. This was sport.
“Apothecary Elyph, what is your status?”
I am not talking to you traitor. They were all after him. He had a duty, a duty to the chapter and the Emperor. Yes, he would keep running. Yes he would fight them to the end. He remembered his oath. They had chosen to omit too many of the words.
He clambered up the side of a rhino, its tracks having been blown out by a well-placed krak missile. The stormbolter was still attached, and praise to the Emperor, it was fully functional. He could still cause damage.
“Elyph, brother, you know that what we are doing is for the best of the chapter. We need to do this, before we are rendered a footnote in someone else’s history! We should not be forgotten! We are the Emperor’s finest! That is not a fancy title: that is a fact. No man had a right to challenge that.”
Oh I will. They expected him to run, escape, flee. They expected him to give up the fight. He was a standard-bearer for humanity. He had no choice but to fight.
“Join your brothers, Elyph. We will reforge the chapter. Gone will the brittle iron be. We will be true adamantium. We will become the sword of the Emperor.”
War had moulded him in to a fighter. Service had strengthened him. Ten years he had given the chapter. The brothers against him had together thousands. If war had made him a fighter, it had cast them as weapons. Service had sharpened them to a razor edge. They were the best the chapter had to offer.
“This is Apothecary Elyph to all brothers loyal to the Emperor. Chief Apothecary Calver has turned from the light of the Emperor. He and his fellow traitors have cast aside their loyalty to the chapter and the Imperium. The Apothecarium has attempted foul experiments on the gene-seed within their possession. I have purged the taint to the best of my ability. Forgive my own heresy, the seed could not be saved.”
He chose his position as well as he could. There was no need for an escape route, no need for cover. His death would unite the chapter as Tiberius’ had led to its fracture. A better death I cannot think of.
They almost ran straight past him, so far gone were they in the lust of the hunt. They were enjoying it too much to even consider the possibility that it would end so abruptly.
“Raise it high!”
The battle-cry on his lips, the Apothecary opened fire. Tongues of flame leapt out of the weapon, spitting heavy rounds in to his brothers. One fell before he could react, his armour bursting apart with each impact. A second was caught in the fire, near half of his body being tore off with every miniature explosion.
“For the chapter!” came the reply as the squad turned to rush him.
Bolterfire filled the sky between the solitary loyalist and his brothers, blowing up rocks and ripping apart flesh.
Two more traitors fell to the fire, one having his head pulverized while the other had his chest emptied. As they fell, so too did Elyph’s weapon.
One arm laying limb at his side, the apothecary took a step forward. Sergeant Ragulus led with his chainsword. Elyph embraced the blade with relish.
“You are too blind to see the righteousness of our cause,” Ragulus spat over the churning of his brother’s flesh on the end of his weapon.
“You are too dead to see the honour of mine.”
For the chapter. He thrust his Narthecium forward, firing the Carnifex in to Ragulus’ skull.
The two died in each other’s arms.
A Progenitor's Judgement
They will be beautiful. These were his sons, adopted as they were. Emotion was frowned on of course, being as it was illogical. Even so. They were doing it! Truly they had learned from the mistakes of the Dark Ages. They had learned from the Emperor. The Emperor was just a man, a man not of the Mechanicus. If he could create them without the knowledge, then they could no worse than replicate him.
The other teams were focussing on removing the taints, the imperfections. Their vision was too limited. The imperfections did not have to be removed. They could not be removed. What was there to replace them? No, the road to perfection lay in creating a new gene strand. The angelic savagery of the Blood Angels moulded by the discipline of the Imperial Fists, strengthened by the loyalty of the Iron Hands: truly Angels of Death.
They will be beautiful.
The Final Days
“Brothers, this is the hour!”
They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, packed tightly on the field. In each direction they stretched, blocking out the rest of the world as they focussed on their Chapter Master.
“This hour we rip out the cancer which has threatened to consume us! We are here to purge it with the holy flame of our bolter and our faith in the Emperor!”
Four hundred they numbered, neophytes of a dozen battles standing beside the veterans of a hundred campaigns. Four hundred where once there had been near eleven hundred. How far we have fallen. Did he blame himself for this position? For this death of the chapter’s soul?
“This hour our bolters will preach the word of the Emperor. They will sing the litanies of war to which we have dedicated ourselves. They will defend the realms of man as the Emperor demands of us!”
The assault would unleash the fury of an Astartes chapter, the wrath of four hundred caged beasts. There would be quarter, no clever ploys. They would rain fire down upon the traitors. They would deliver swift death to all who opposed them. The end was theirs to make. The stain would be cleansed. The chapter would be freed.
“It has been an honour my brothers. Raise it high!”
“Hold it strong!” came the reply. “For the chapter!”
“For the Emperor,” he whispered.
 - Apothecary had been responsible for the first breakthrough in a potential cure for the mutations ravaging the chapter. It has his efforts which allowed the Apothecarium to develop a serum which stemmed the degrading of the gene-seed. However he did not truly become a legend until his death, remaining loyal to his chapter. The destruction of the gene-seed and his forewarning of the treachery not only removed the traitor's advantage, but also played a large role in the eventual victory.
 - Disgusted. Just disgusted. Did not really know how to "accurately" show it without the induction of prophesy (which I dislike) or writing a long-ass post/story from noble beginnings to corruption to eventual destruction.
Anyway, many thanks for reading. Criticism is most definitely welcome.