"You ask me if I remember the Morning Stars? Obviously I do. Nothing can be forgotten with this horror grafted on my skull. Not even the worse of his treachery. I was there on Terra, when our Lord was set to conquer the Earth…Terra as we call it now. I was a mere assistant back then, ensuring the production of Power Armour was compliant to specifications. That was even before Sedna and the storm grey standard. We didn't bother to paint them, the men of the twelve Legions did it themselves. There were only 12 at the time. Bearers of Lightning, Juggernauts, Steel Guard, Storm Riders, and the Morning Stars I remember. It was the very first production-grade plate, before we linked with Mars and I got fitted with these augmet-stuff to keep me alive forever.
The Fourth were of a good seed. They had their obvious misgivings, but where it would have made renegades of any other men, the recruits from Thumli-Cambay had their honors and culture, and it turned them into heroes. To get a good approximation of what they were, in today's world, contemplate both legions of Wardens. Rather than rushing at their foes like the crazed ilk of Akarro and Mycenor they marched purposefully, their bright plate shimmered in the dawn. They fought with legitimate faith in the Imperium and its Truth. I engraved upon their suits the legacy of a thousand battles, names of fallen brethren etched in gold on a greave, silver bolts of lightning molded on a Jemadar's terminator plate. They were not called upon the battlefield to carry destruction, but to bring forth the light of the Imperium. They were figures of propaganda, standing among the First, Fifth, and Ninth as the epitome of the Legiones Astartes. Zamindar Mashyan sat at the table of Primarchs, as legion after legion was rejoined by their lord.
And then there came the fateful day, where in the middle of galactic nowhere, they found a fleet of ships ready to contest the Imperium on a compliance operation. We all know what happened there, but what came after I know well enough. Mashyan was put in charge of the third Fleet. Not the first or second, but the third. He took it as an offense. He who had waited centuries for a father, only to find a man who cares not about his soldiers, only that they wage war. The Terrans segregated into their own fleet, two centuries of legion heritage forgotten and cast in brass. But as the legion was scattered across the stars, he took to restore some of what had been lost. Markings, colors, informal titles, ship names… it was not much, but he believed it better than nothing. They were the Morning Stars fleet of the Void Eagles. And, long after, there came another day of importance. Agents of the Stormborn coming to the Hand of Infinity to discuss the matter of the Imperium. A great plan to liberate the Imperium from the tyrants that controlled it. We all know how it ended."
Extracted from former serf Tamaz Glidze, once assigned to the 6th and 147th expeditionary corps
Edited by Skalpynock, 20 May 2016 - 01:30 PM.