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The Last of Us…

I had command of some eleven of my brothers. Daeka, our last apothecary, had expended the last of his unctions and chems in the last ambush and had nothing to give the wounded. Devoid of purpose, he had reverted to that of a line legionary, yet occasionally scavenged medical supplies from the fallen…  

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Crysos Morturg

Sergeant Tarageth Sune found us on the thirteenth day, stalking the refuge tunnels and abandoned subsurface mag-rail network. Three of his Terran born brothers were in tow, mercifully unhurt yet in need of ammunition. We consolidated our meagre supplies and shared what little information we had. Sune suspected that he and his men were being tracked through the tunnels by Thallax Automata and Seeker Squads… We would take the fight to them…

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Sergeant Tarageth Sune

….the Thallax are scrap and the Seeker Squad dead. Molor timed the detonation perfectly, collapsing the tunnel behind our pursuers and taking them by surprise. I hurled my last phosphex orb into their midst, forcing them to break cover and into our waiting bolters. After five days of hiding we sorely needed combat… we needed vengeance. No quarter was given. It cost us Vasha, who took a kill shot to the head and Mulog was injured badly, yet for all that we emerged the stronger for it. Dragging the bodies away before phosphex consumed them, we scavenged plenty of ammunition and warplate. Amongst the treasure trove we found specialist equipment common among Seeker units. This would prove useful indeed…

… Melta charges, prometheum and phosphex haunted our every tread. Evidently when the Seekers didn’t return they suspected the worst. It was time to go – better to die fighting on our feet than be extinguished like vermin in the dark…

…The sounds of heavy fighting echoed above us, steeling our hearts. More loyal kin yet live. As much as we wanted to burst onto the surface, I gave into reason; the terrain was unknown to us, as was the direction of fire and the placement of forces. We would wait until the fighting had died down…

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Like the Dusk Raiders before us, we emerged at nightfall and into the world above. A mass of twisted metal and tortured ruins greeted us as we moved silently into the city of ghosts. Surveying our position, it seemed that we were some eight miles south of our original holdfast. The Omni-Scope stolen from the Seeker dead proved most useful in scrying the darkness and radfog that had fallen around us…the battle had moved on and so too had the combatants… A second sweep of the Omni-Scope revealed engine signature….

Taking to the tunnels once more, the access shaft led me closer to where we had detected the signatures. Emerging once more, this time in absolute gloom, save for the flash of distant explosions and titan flare lumes, we stole closer to the target. Three brothers accompanied me, Daeka, Sollum and Kulg. It was then that we deactivated our power armour. I had no wish to give myself away so easily to augur sweeps. The Mark III plate would slow me considerably, but I felt steadier knowing that the tell-tale of heat signature and the low hum of reactor cells would not betray me. We moved silently for what seemed like hours, freezing at the slightest sound….

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…I recognised the iconography immediately. The Damocles rested to the rear of a trio of Medusas that fired northward. Vox chatter babbled incessantly between the cacophonous bellows of the siege guns as a column rhinos and Proteus Land Raiders gunned their engines by us, their high beams stabbing into the gloom…

…The Damocles…Our enemy believed that it had this sector secure and was free to operate with impunity. They would pay for their arrogance…

…closer still…

…closer…

Daeka and Sollum would take the Medusa crews, detonating their payloads and sowing confusion… Maybe they would mistake us for their own. Or perhaps not. The crews were too focused on their work and of a tactical detail there was no sign. The sheer hubris of it all…they thought they had us beat….well…

I would make for the command vehicle… 

It bore the personal seal of a favoured of Mortarion himself…Marshal Durak Rask.

My armour activated, the fibre bundles straining with strength and motion. In that same moment a vox-hailer roared its challenge to me as a score of gun lamps pointed in my direction.

“HALT AND BE RECOGNISED”

With calm conviction, I held up a hand and announced myself to my foe.

“I am Section Leader Crysos Morturg”

The first Medusa exploded as I broke into a run.

END TRANSMISSION

‘Our Last Apothecary…’

Crysos Morturg, whose testimony constitutes the majority of record concerning the fratricidal ground war on Isstvan III, cited the heroism of many of his loyal astartes kin. Of these was ‘our last apothecary’, known simply as Daeka, who was rent in two by a medusa shell when the loyalist’s holdfast was at long last discovered. Nothing else is known, save the speculation of this historian, who believes that for any astarte to have endured for so long, some two weeks after the fall of the Precentor’s Palace, is deserving of the highest accolades, even amongst their kind.

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This helm-cam pict-capture, believed by many to be the apothecary ‘Daeka’ mentioned in Morturg’s testimony, shows the Legion Medic hours before his death. The Mark III plate is badly damaged and has clearly been replaced with scavenged pauldrons and grieves from fallen or stricken brothers. This would account for the complete lack of iconography indicative of Daeka’s status as an apothecary. Indeed, the usual vials, unctions and paraphernalia typical of an apothecary’s role are missing, perhaps indicative of a total depletion of resources due to the extremes of astartes combat.

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Daeka has stowed his helmet on his belt’s mag clamp, perhaps better to observe his surroundings or, more likely, due to helmet malfunction.

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Note the unadorned, yet clearly well maintained Phobos pattern bolt pistol.

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The reinforced plate of the Mark III pattern became popular amongst the warring astartes due to its formidable frontal protection. Note the protection offered by Daeka’s armoured pauldrons. Daeka’s Narthecium seems to have been retrofitted with a chain blade. Following the shock of betrayal, many loyalist apothecaries absconded from collecting the gene seed of their fallen brothers, believing their Legion to be utterly damned and undeserving of preservation.

Thank you for reading!

Ed

The XIVth Legion: The Death Guard

The arrival of a Zone Mortalis Board at BIG was the perfect excuse to start building a small 30k force. I’m rapidly approaching about 4,000 points of Word Bearers at the moment, but I have always had my eye on other legions, just not with the intent of building such large forces.

My initial journey into 30k began with listening (and I think I’ve listened to it about four or five times since!) to the Independent Character’s coverage of The Horus Heresy Book I: Betrayal. It captured my imagination completely and I wavered a long time between collecting Death Guard or Sons of Horus. Fortunately, nothing came of it and three years later I had read Know No Fear, First Heretic and Betrayer, firmly implanting my determination to collect Word Bearers. Now, sometime later, I’m beginning to see the end of the Word Bearer project and I’m looking around for more colours to paint and ways to play. Zone Mortalis, The Betrayal Campaign and the Death Guard seems like the right way to go, especially with the new plastics.

Here is a test model for what will soon be a 500 point group of Loyalist Isstvan III survivors:

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Death Guard legionary Soluk Vasarg  [Pict-capture Isstvan III Atrocity] 

Soluk was part of the initial assault wave that was tasked with storming the rebel garrison outside the enemy stronghold designated The Siren Hold. Soluk’s company was largely wiped out by warsingers and the focussed fire of Isstvan rebel elite elements, as well as a largely forgotten friendly fire incident perpetrated by supporting Titans of Legio Mortis. Finding himself the sole survivor of his unit, Soluk stayed true to his legion’s character and resolved to continue his advance, fighting his way through the trench networks and into the bunker complex. It was whilst Soluk was attempting to patch through to his Company’s vox network that he picked up Saul Tarvitz’s warning of imminent betrayal and immediately took to the deeper recesses of the rebel emplacements, sealing himself in as best he could to weather the planetary holocaust to come.

After the combined evils of the Life-Eater Virus and the subsequent firestorm had scoured Isstvan of all life, Soluk set off in search of survivors, eventually finding a handful of his brothers under the command of one Section Leader Crysos Morturg wandering the wastes…