I had a story on here a long time go, a fan fiction that progressed the story line. Its long gone but my appetite for such a story has not gone. With GW slowly advancing things it had made me want to write again and add my head cannon to it. I try to keep up with BL books as best I can but I cant read everything as quick as they release them. This might not be to every ones taste and I appreciate that, helpful critiques are welcomed. Here is the first chapter, I hope you enjoy.
His hand moved quickly across the screens, one continuous swiping motion as he read report after report. Guilliman had only been back on Macragge for several hours but he knew that time was of the essence and there was much work to do. Leaving Dante in charge of Imperium Nihilus had temporarily lifted a weight from him, he was no fool though and knew that in a matter of years he would need to launch a crusade there. The great rift still split the Imperium in twain and many worlds had been lost, however the war front was slowly stabilizing. He could not allow Chaos to maintain its claws in the sector; soon he would launch a hammer blow. The read data slates piled up as he dealt with hundreds of reports, he wanted to know everything from shipping manifests to production quotas.
Ultramar had been left in the hands of the Tetrarch council and other governing bodies but now he would add his super human talents to the problems. The Primarch sighed as he continued to read, dozens of Governors were requesting lower tithes or exemptions as work forces struggled. Hundreds of Vigili operatives were en route to trouble spots, now more than ever their presence needed. A chapter of Space Marines had also been put on stand by. Guilliman hated their need but understood it; Alpharius or Konrad he thought would mock him for it. As the thought crossed his mind anger rose through him, his selfish brothers and their accursed egos had caused all this. Stretching his hands he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, there was no use going over old ground he mused. Here and now was what was important. Allowing his mind to wander for a moment he did miss his loyal brothers, he would trade a hundreds of systems for even one of them to return, now more than ever their counsel was needed.
Reluctantly Guilliman applied his signature to newly drawn up legislation, the work guilds on Labro Prime had voted to allow those as young as 12 to work in the manufactorums and in other industries. In one stroke of his stylus a work force of billions had been created. Granted those aged 12-18 were only part time and numerous other benefits but still it helped. As quickly as warp travelled allowed these changes would be implemented across Ultramar; Guilliman knew of worlds in the wider Imperium that cared not for workers ages or rights, these measures were temporary he assured himself. Wherever his Indomitus crusade had gone it had liberated and improved worlds. Now the populace had a dream to believe in once again, no longer oppressed or down trodden. Slowly but surely the example of Ultramar was being shared outside of its borders. As if he was still doubting his decision he told himself that the Chapters of Astartes selected aspirants of that age, if he allowed that then what harm was a little work. It was done. The order was signed and would be sent immediately.
The room was was bustling with hundreds of adepts from several departmento's and rank, the Primarch made sure to acknowledge them all. Hundreds of screens and cogitators filled the room and data slates piled high on each desk. Twenty Primaris stood statue still watching over everything, another twenty patrolled the corridors, no chances were taken any more. Security across the whole 500 worlds had been ramped up and each world had specialist Vigili teams set up to protect -and watch- their rulers. Forge worlds had proven a headache, as Guilliman could not afford to risk their support and wrath if found to be infiltrating them, instead he increased mining rights and made sure to afford them seats on his council.
His internal vox chimed, Chief Librarian Tigurius was requesting a private channel. With a thought he opened the communications.
“My liege, I have received Grand Master Ezekiel of the Dark Angels. They are on their way to Macragge and request an audience my Lord. The reason he says is too important to discuss any other way. I will add the astropathic message was heavily encrypted and burnt out 6 astropaths”.
The message perplexed Guilliman and made him feel ill at ease. He had only met the dark Angels a few times and heard many grumblings about them. It seemed the 'Unforgiven' were not well liked the in Imperium, politics aside however and their record was exemplary. Just as when his brother the Lion had led them, the Dark Angels were a secretive and proud bunch. For all his faults Johnson was a Primarch almost without equal, despite their differences and clashes, the sight of the Lion leading his sons would be much welcomed.
“When can we expect their arrival” Guillimans attention to his work never wavered as he replied.
“Their fleet already arrives in orbit of Eucladus my Lord. The warp calms at their approach and has allowed them great speed. Our forces have moved to escort them”
Roboute could imagine how the Dark Angels chafed at being escorted and didn't envy those having to deal with them. Eucladus is a star fort that anchors the Masali system and serves as a supply point for fleets in the local area. It guarded the shipping lanes of north western Ultramar and adjacent systems, it was one of a number of star forts in Ultramar. Two centuries ago their had been six star forts, now he had ten under his command and four more were nearing completion. The star fort was backed up by a portion of the Ultramar Defence Fleet and a large orbital defence network, the systems agri worlds vital for the wider empire.
“That does not bode well at all” the Primarch gave words to both their thoughts. He was not a spiritual person at all and gave much stock in logic and reason but the omens did not bode well.
The Lion paced around the tactical map hands clasped around his back, the events of the last few days still playing on his mind. Azrael and other officers of his chapter sat around a large onyx table. The concept of the chapter was still new to him and his brothers codex reforms did not sit well with him. He had woken in a dark chamber a voice whispering to him that it was time again to serve, the Watchers came to him, those creatures who forever were in the shadows of his life had been awaiting him. The events of the millennia he had been absent for had been explained by Ezekiel as best he could, the Watchers had also filled him in with certain information.
Had it really been 10,000 years? That amount of time had seen absurd to him, yet he had no reason to doubt his sons tales. Who or what had awoken him he could not say but he wished it had been sooner, he could have prevented the stagnation of his fathers realm. Rage had flowed through him as he learned the state of the Imperium, he felt useless and internally screamed at it all. Ezekiel and the rest had shrunk away at that moment as if assaulted by their Primarchs anger, even the Watchers had disappeared.
Wearing robes of the old legion colour he circled the room “My brother is now Lord Commander” he raised his eyebrows. This had irked the Lion the most.
Azrael met his Primarchs gaze “Yes Lord”.
“My other brothers, what of them” the Lion had stopped his pacing and was now studying the galactic map. He could sense the hesitancy in the reply, he felt the sorrow even before the words came out.
“Only you and Lord Guilliman remain, there is no trace of the others”
The Lion nodded as more memories flooded his brain, the Scouring had been just as brutal as the Heresy, he was forming the time lines in his head. Every answer led to more questions, although very shortly he would meet with his brother and he relished the prospect of that. His return was being kept closely guarded for now, the Watchers advising him to keep a low profile and avoid the attention of Chaos. It was better that the Great Enemy to his return for as long as possible, the shadows was for the Raven he had first remarked, even he though had stalked his prey from afar in the early days on Caliban. All that mattered was survival now, there was time enough to take the fight to them.
By circumstance the Dark Angels had been fighting a campaign alongside 3 of their brother chapters and each were as joyous to see their father returned. Their unique organisation had been explained to their Primarch, the Unforgiven were a legion in all but name. After he had been to Ultramar the Lion would muster the rest of his forces and would renew the Emperors crusade. He would make an Oath of Moment to the Emperor himself, no longer would the shame of the fallen stain them; he would hunt down every traitor world by world alone if he must. The First had returned and the galaxy would tremble at their coming. As the warning klaxons signalled they were entering real space sounded, the Lion was formulating his first campaign. Signalling for the council to make ready, he left the chambers.
The journey had only taken 3 days, the tides of the warp having been kind to Guillimans fleet. Macragges Honor was by far the largest vessel, the Primarch was more concerned about meeting the Dark Angels as quickly as possible than awing them. Also the Rock was one of the most formidable star forts in the entire galaxy second only to the Phalanx. The Dark Angels fleet was very large and bolstered by no less than 3 chapters, already Guilliman felt a sense of dread, he quickly sent a vox message to his command staff. Guilliman had the Storm Knights chapter come along with him, trying to spend equal amounts of time with his chapters as he could.
“Lord Azrael we hope your journey was trouble free. What news do you bring beyond the rift?”
The Rock was huge and dwarfed every vessel in the system, even after seeing it before it was still highly impressive. Co-ordinates for the landing bays had been sent across secured channels and several thunderhawks set off to ferry the primarch and his party.
“The Imperium endures, His light shines eternal. I bring good tidings to you Lord Primarch”
The vox link cut off as atmospheric interference played across the systems, the gunships were momentarily blinded as crossed through void shields. Dark Angel gunships rose up and escorted their cousins down, it was an aerial honour guard and display of power. No one landed upon Caliban without their consent. A company black clad astartes formed up along the landing spot, Azrael and several others stood amongst them in their green armour. One figure however stood out amongst them. Guilliman rubbed his eyes and did a double take. Could it be he thought? Yes, yes it was his brother! The Lion had awoken!