Koth stood aboard the bridge of Callisto's Tooth. a Gladius Frigate. She was one of the last of her kind after the Devastation of Baal, in which the Void Vultures were given the honor of defending their primogenitor's homeworld after becoming renegade for decades. Half of the fleet was lost, and with it, almost the entirety of the Chapter in the deadly fighting against the xenos. The remainder of the Chapter was sent on a penitent crusade voluntarily, and at its end were allowed to return to their barbaric homeworld of Callisto. This day marked the forty-fourth day after the Chapter had returned home. Koth, a veteran sergeant, stared out at the feudal world below. The Sanguinary Priest Hazael stepped on the bridge, moving beside the sergeant as the other nine squad members wandered on, in all gear save for weapons, their helmets mag-locked to their hips.
"Brother-Koth." The priest walked over to the command pulpit where Koth moved to take a seat. Serfs scurried between the giants, going about the business of setting the vessel to be prepared for space travel. Koth did not take his eyes off the blue, green and yellow planet beneath them. Other ships flew around. Like little gnats. To and from space stations and larger void vessels carrying supplies and soldiers. Several were even Astra Militarum transports, ferrying the once-penal legion PDF of the ex-renegade world back home. He wondered of the horrors they had seen, or if they came close to the dangers of the Hive Fleets they encountered on Baal. He snapped out of it, smiling at the priest.
"Aye, brother! Welcome, it is good to have you aboard."
"Chapter Master Zimus has ordered me to join you, in order to make sure the Red Thirst or Black Rage does not overtake you. We have come so close to extinction these past two hundred years, my brother. It is time we no longer give our Imperium reason to destroy our world or Chapter for good." Koth nodded in agreement. As all other successors of the Blood Angels, the Void Vultures possessed the Red Thirst and Black Rage. On top of this, they had a hyperactive omopghagea organ. This made them cannibalistic monsters in melee. Sometimes worse than others. Master Zimus has wanted to attempt to quiet down on it. They were savages, but he desired for them to not become the monsters they fought for so long.
The brother-sergeant stood, after checking the systems on his pulpit. He looked to the assembled squad, nine men, plus himself and Brother-Hazael. "As you know," he began, running a gauntleted hand over his shaven skull. "After the purging of our homeworld over a century ago, our Chapter who remained on world were executed for false-accusations of heresy. This included many battle-brothers, techmarines and librarians. It has come to our attention that Brother-librarian Veth, a warrior originating from the mountain tribes north of our Fortress-monastery, has been found. The last Librarian of the Void Vultures. He remains a Vermilion Wing. As soon as we had escaped the planet and the forces of the Imperium, Brother-Veth had escaped the planet. He has been living in exile for over the past century alone, in a system not too far away from the Ochim star we inhabit, on the fringes of Imperial space. Our sources come from legends and stories, but we must examine them regardless. It is also said he possesses many Chapter artifacts. He was obsessed with keeping the history of the Vermilion Wings pure." He stopped for a breath. "It is our duty to collect this monk, and make him once more a warrior of the God-Emperor. We shall also make him a Void Vulture. A true Vulture of Ochim." He quietly yet powerfully rose his chainsword, and his battle-brothers did likewise. "You may take your stations. We leave orbit within the hour."
"Aye!" came their cry.
Edited by Evz, 30 December 2017 - 03:56 AM.