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+++ INCOMING MESSAGE +++

+++ RECEIVED FROM CONSECRATED BLADES FLAGSHIP BATTLEBARGE FERRUM ANGELUS +++

 

 

+++ F.O.A. ADEPTUS ASTARTES OF SPACE WOLVES ORIGIN +++

 

 

The Unforgiven, request aid from the Sons of Russ, Do you dare pick up your sword? Are you willing to answer the challenge of Leadership?

 

All skills will be tested.

 

Stay tuned for further notice...

 

 

+++ END OF MESSAGE +++

 

+++ MISCELLANEOUS SCRAP CODE FOUND +++

 

 

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+++ TECHMARINE AUTO INFORMED +++

 

+++ SYSTEM PURGED +++

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We have bled with them before. They have bled us before. The ashes of Midgardia still burn hot in the emptiness of space.

 

I have never heard of this Unforgiven chapter of our cousins but they're well ridden with secrets and thus not even Azrael might know all their descendants.

 

The ship idents check but the codes are... 10,000 years old?

 

Shipmaster, set course for the signal origin. Inform the Seer to prepare for Warp translation.

 

There's something foul here but we still owe them for Dulan and I won't be the one who cowers in front of the unknown.

 

Send a signal to the Nidhoggur, inform Lord Bulveye we're on route to intercept.

 

And answer that bloody call of the Wyrd, let's not make the sons of the Lion wait for our blade... Whether that blade will save or censure them is yet to be seen...

 

- Last words of Jarl Lothbrok before breaking real space and translating into the Warp.

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Company of "Storming" Twoclouds

 

Get cockie get ready get alert get prepared get armoured get weaponised get drunk errr we are always drunk...

 

because 

 

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translates to

 

1st September

 

The brothers will be ready
I will be ready
They will fear our howl.

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The Iron Priest adjusted the signal to allow it to play more clearly across the bridge. The only sounds were the background machinery and the message playing. It was short, but edged with a dire need and a challenge laid out.

 

​Silence descended as the Jarl's Court mulled over the signal and what it meant. The Iron Priest continued his work and relayed the message hidden in the scrap code. All eyes turned to the Jarl, waiting his command.

 

Jarl Bjorn Heljumper sat atop his command throne, a mighty piece of knotwork draped in furs of kills from his hunts. A set fit for a leader, a ruler of a clan. He sat with his hands steeped and pressed against his forehead, revealing only his eyes which remain locked on the floating signal now playing again. He gestures and the Iron Priest ends the transmission loop, silence descends on the room.

 

​Looking at each of his advisers, Bjorn sees the same look in the multitude of different faces. It has been too long since the Great Company had saw action. Translating out of the Warp to a universe much different then the one they left has them eager to find out what happened. Perhaps this was a beginning of how they could learn more of the Imperium as it stands.

 

The Jarl turned to his Helmsman, a good lad from Fenris who had well earned the position despite his young age. His first inclination had been to return to Fenris and determine who sat upon the hearth at the Aett. What of their Lord? Too many questions, but that signal was much closer which means hopefully answers would come sooner.

 

Bjorn finally spoke "Garth, make full speed towards that signal. The 7th Great Company will not be found lacking when aid is called upon. Even more so when we are so close to those who seek aid."

 

​He turned to address his council "Make haste and spread the word to the packs. We prepare for war as we do not know what we are stepping into. You all heard the message, and the inherent challenge left in it. Be prepared for a fight against anyone, and anything."

 

The hall resounds with a joined cry "For Russ and the AllFather!"

 

I am interested to see where this leads... As is my Great Company

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  • 2 weeks later...

+++ LOG OPENED +++


+++ PLEASE ENTER COMMAND CODE +++


+++ *****-*****-**********/**** +++


+++ COMMAND CODE ACCEPTED +++


+++ WELCOME BACK ///--->><< ERROR CODE 3/LM0 +++


 


Dark Angels and Successors translated into system. 


 


We have been given the situation on Zanderous Prime... the Sons of Russ will not be found wanting. 


 


>>>> XENOS ID TYRANIDS <<<<


>>>> GENESTEALER CULT UPRISING <<<<


>>>> FORGE WORLD ZANDEROS PRIME CRIPPLED <<<<


 


Wolf Lord Einar Whitefang.


 


+++ LOG CLOSED +++


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