//------------------------------// // Chapter XIX // Story: The Marks of War // by DungeonMiner //------------------------------// Captain Aren had been right. The Alpha Legion had not, in fact, left the planet, and sure enough, they attacked two months after their disappearance. Explosions had suddenly ripped an Imperial armory to pieces, and the PDF had found themselves set upon on all sides by cultists forces, led by a select few Chaos Marine commanders. And to no one’s surprise, they all carried the three-headed hydra upon their shoulders. When Lord General Maximinus Liverance called for aid, Captain Aren was sorely tempted to say ‘I told you so.’ Instead, he and Gabriel simply had the Blood Ravens mobilize. The thundering report of their bolters was soon heard all across Jouran, along with their battle cries and the screams of the cultists as their bodies exploded from the force of the bolts ripping them apart. “We will not be found wanting!” Apple Bloom roared, emptying her magazine into a crowd of cultists as her squad moved forward. “Apple Bloom!” Lazarus yelled over the roar of battle as he launched fireballs into the enemy ranks. “Find the commander! Bring the traitor to justice!” “Sir! Yes, sir!” She roared, leaping down a short ridge onto a lower path, and sending a powerful kick towards a rather unfortunate cultist, who almost vaporized against the blow. Las blasts slammed into her side, ricocheting of her armor. “Get the four-legged one!” Someone cried, and Apple Bloom looked up just in time to see a cultist level a missile launcher at her. The missile-man’s head exploded. “Can’t let you take all the glory, Xeno!” Ramiel yelled as he landed next to her. Apple Bloom smirked. “You are welcome to it! I just want to get the job done!” Her mechadendrite turned to the side, firing her bolter with expertly aimed, and mechanically corrected, accuracy. “Are you two at it again?” Israfiel’s robotic monotone voice asked from above the ridge. “Just do your job, Israfiel, and we’ll do ours!” Ramiel answered, before firing point-blank into a charging cultist. Apple Bloom fired another shot, before she began moving forward. “Well, Ramiel, if you want the glory, then you better come get it!” “Right behind you, Xeno!” They carved their way through the undulating hordes of twisted humans, their features mutated and transformed almost beyond recognition, cutting them down with every shot. At times they even took more than one in a single shot, the Bolt exploding and igniting the grenades they wore in a chain reaction of devastating proportions. And Apple Bloom had never felt more at home. They were alone out here, just her squad in the devastated ruins of one of Jouran’s many cities. The others were spread out across the planet,cutting through cultists forces with ease. Really, it’s to be expected that an eight-foot tall, bioengineered warrior could kill a few thousand mere mortal men. While her right mechadendrite held her bolter, the left went for her knife. The shortsword-sized blade slashed through brain, bone, and flesh as through the enemy was made of wet tissue. Then, as yet another ten fell before her like sheaves of wheat, she caught sight of her her target. An Alpha Legionnaire, towering over the crowd seemed to form from the fog of battle. “Ramiel! Eastward! 87 degrees!” Apple Bloom roared. “I see him!” The Space Marine cried, before firing a salvo of bolter fire at the green-purple giant. The shots glanced and pinged off his armor, ricocheting off the large pauldrons of the monster as he raised a revving chainaxe. “Blood for the blood god!” “Aim for the center, Ramiel!” Apple Bloom yelled. “As if you could make that shot!” “There he is!” The chaos marine yelled, as his chain axe ripped one of his own cultists in half. “The Crawling Marine! Let’s see what you’re made of!” “You’re going to die today, traitor!” She screamed, her knife ramming through the jaw of another miserable cultist. “The blood god cares not from where the blood comes!” The Legionnaire laughed, raising his chainaxe above his head. Apple Bloom answered with only a barrage of bolter fire. Again the bolts mere glanced off his armor. “Hey, ‘aim for the center!’” Ramiel taunted. Apple Bloom was about to answer, snarling a response, when she was suddenly interrupted by a new figure. “For Russ and the Allfather!” A new marine called, dressed in black and silver armor and carrying a rune-carved chainsword. The legionnaire turned, shocked at this new marine’s sudden presence, and raised his chainaxe to defend himself. The teeth of both chainaxe and chainsword ground and stuck to each other. Binding each other, the helmet-less warrior screamed, trying to force the traitor into the ground beneath him. Apple Bloom stopped and stared. Even as her mechadendrites continued killing the cultists around her. “S-Space Wolves?” The legionnaire asked, surprised. The new marine smiled behind his thick beard. “I wish.” The roar of a jump pack filled their ears, and Apple Bloom looked up to see another black-armored figure flying through the sky. He landed, the twin jets off his massive pack purring with a warm glow, and Apple Bloom saw his right pauldron decorated with a golden drop of blood flanked by white wings against a crimson field. And then, before she could say a word, he launched forward, chainsword screaming. The Legionnaire barely had time to blink before the assault marine’s blade caught him in the gut, adamantine teeth ripping at his armor. “Courage and Honor!” A new figure said, coming over the edge, followed by two new figures, a psyker with the Blood Raven’s heraldry on his right pauldron, but still dressed in the black and silver, and a devastator marine. He was silent, and relentless in keeping his battle-brothers clear from the cultists. A black fist against yellow stood proudly against the black of his armor. This was then followed by one last member of the black-clad marines. A green, scaly hide hung like a cloak from his left, silver shoulder, just behind the pauldron, while his right bore a green dragon’s head against black. He wore no helmet, but unlike the first, who hand a thick head of braided hair with a beard, the latest member was clean shaven, revealing every inch of void-black skin, and his glowing red eyes. “Into the Fires of Battle! Unto the Anvil of War!” He roared, before raising his massive hammer. The Assault marine threw the legionnaire with the force of the blow, as the tactical marine and psyker fired at him from the ridge, filling him with bullets and warpfire as he flew towards the hammer-wielding marine. The traitor skid to a stop right before him, and the dragon-marked marine took the duty of executioner. The legionnaire turned into a stain on the ground as the Thunder hammer came down, rending the armor asunder. “Not much of an anvil at all, actually,” he muttered. Apple Bloom’s eyes were as wide as saucers behind her helmet, as she slowly realized who these marines were. They were members of the Deathwatch. A branch of the Ordo Xenos of the Inquisition, with members taken from only the best of every chapter of Space Marines. And as she remembered their battlecry and motto she began to feel very, very uncomfortable. “Suffer not the alien to live.” “Excellent blow, Shu’ran!” The tactical marine said, revealing the white and blue sigil of the Ultramarines on his shoulder. The cloaked marine merely nodded as he hefted his hammer up onto his shoulder while the others seemed to roll their eyes. “If you’re done charmin’ the boy, can we get back to—Oh, great. More Bird brains,” the first one said, sheathing his wolf-shaped chainsword. “Be silent, Skold,” the Librarian warned. “I will not tolerate your tongue today.” The Space Wolf spat. “Sorcerous mutants.” “Simpleton!” The librarian hissed. “Now, now,” the Ultramarine began, standing between the two. “Thranis, Skold. Now is not the time.” He stepped forward, approaching the two. “Greetings, honorable Blood Ravens. You must be the marine the Inquisitor looked at the other day.” Apple Bloom nodded. “I am Captain Matthias Ward, of the Ultramarines,” he said, holding out an open hand. “One of the most insufferable iceheads I’ve ever met,” Skold grumbled. Ramiel took his hand even as Matthias glanced down at Apple Bloom. “These are my companions,” he said, keeping the conversation up even as the rest of Apple Bloom’s squad gathered around, the cultists repelled for now. “The man there, with the frostsword and the biting tongue, is Skold of the Space Wolves,” Skold growled, but said nothing. “The Assault Marine is Sepheran of the Blood Angels chapter.” Sepheran paid them no mind, instead, focusing on the blood splatter of the Legionnaire. “Shu’ran of the Salamanders.” “Greetings, brothers,” the hammer-wielding marine cried with a grin and he slowly moved forward. “Palan of the Imperial Fists.” Palan said nothing, but simply checked and rechecked his heavy bolter while checking the surroundings. “And Thranis, of your own chapter.” “Emperor bless you, brothers,” the librarian said. “And we are here as a part of the investigation of Lord Inquisitor Kapperman.” Skold laugh. “You didn’t use his full name for once! What, getting tired?” Matthias ignored him. “It is good to have your aid in this matter,” Matthias finished. “The feeling is mutual,” Lazarus replied. “Sir!” Palan called. “I suggest we relocate. This position is not well-defensible.” “Noted,” Matthias answered. “Sepheran?” The assault marine removed his helmet, and brought the blood to his lips. Apple Bloom watched, aware that he was using his omophagea, the organ that allows a marine to “learn by eating.” Even still, it was not something she wanted to witness. “Northward. There’s a command center northward.” “Excellent!” Matthias cried, before he disengaged from the Blood Ravens. “Let’s move.” “Excuse me,” Lazarus said, stepping forward, “but if there is an Alpha Legion command center north of here, then the Blood Ravens should be there to end them.” “Absolutely not!” Skold growled. “I’ve been stuck on this planet for the past two years! This is the first time I’ve been able to fight something! You are not taking it from me!” “It’s not our job,” Palan pointed out. “We are here to protect the inquisitor from any Eldar threat, the Alpha Legion are a distraction.” “But the Eldar haven’t attacked!” Skold yelled. “They haven’t done anything! This is the first proper fight I’ve had in ages!” “Palan is correct, however,” Thranis pointed out, as he adjust his grip on his force staff. “This is a distraction from our true mission, and distractions are not something that our Inquisitor appreciates.” Matthias nodded. “This is true, and the Codex Astartes states that we are to obey a commander’s orders and intentions to the best of our ability!” Skold groaned. “Not that thrice damned book again!” “Be silent, you whimpering, simple barbarian!” Matthias roared, his demeanor transforming completely. “You shall not speak of Roboute Guilliman’s most holy words as such! The Codex Astartes is beyond reproach! Do not dare speak of it as anything less than the most holy book of the Imperium!” Apple Bloom could swear she saw foam frothing through his vox grill. Palan grabbed his shoulder. “Huh? Wha? Um, yes! This is the Blood Raven’s fight, let them deal with it,” he said, his tone returning to normal. “Yes, sir,” Sepheran said, “of course, I have the memory of the location. They do not.” Shu’ran spoke up. “Perhaps it would be best if the Blood Ravens were to accompany us to the command center? It would allow us to deal with this distraction faster, as well as allow our Space Wolf some joy in bringing justice to the traitors.” “Excellent suggestion!” Matthias said. “Is that sufficient for you, Skold?” The Space Wolf growled. “I’m traveling with a sorcerer anyway…” “So be it! Follow us, Noble Blood Ravens!” The Ultramarine called, leading them forward. Shu’ran shook his head as they fell in line behind the Ultramarine, along with the rest of Deathwatch kill squad and Apple Bloom’s own squad. Karlon, meanwhile, walked up next to the Blood Angel. “Is he, the captain, always like that?” “Just don’t talk about the Ultramarines, the Codex, or the Primarch, and he’s tolerable,” Sepheran replied. Apple Bloom snorted when she heard the response, when she noticed Thranis staring at her. “Yes brother?” She asked, her voice sounding male through her vox. “Did I hear correctly that you are the marine the Inquisitor was called to investigate, or am I mistaken?” “I can’t imagine anyone else that would cause such a stir.” Thranis smirked. “An excellent point, brother. I am simply glad those fears were proven unfounded.” Apple Bloom nodded, and she said nothing else for the rest of trip. ---=][=--- The two squads found themselves looking down at a small alley from the top of a bomb-out building. They stepped carefully, walking so that the ceramite and rockcrete below them didn’t shift or give way under their massive bulk. “I smell a lot of chaos from that door,” Skold growled. “Indeed,” Thranis agreed. “I sense a strong evil here.” “I’ve scouted around,” Coberos said as he came back up from his short rounds around the building. “I’ve seen three cultists nearby. They seem to be watching it while trying to be inconspicuous.” “Nothing we didn’t already know, Crow,” Skold growled. Isarfiel spoke up. “So how are we to approach the door?” “The only way we can approach the door!” Matthias answered. “We breach the door as dictated by the Codex Astartes!” Sepheran sighed. “Shu’ran, Skold, you shall breach the door first, while I and the Blood Ravens stand behind offering firing support.” “And what am I to do?” Sepheran asked. Matthias gave him a long look. “What do you mean what are you to do? Have you not read the Codex?! Do you not have its words written upon your heart?!” The same sigh the Blood Angel gave earlier echoed through the rest of the kill team. “Every true Astartes knows that Assault Marines have no business breaching a door! You are to sit, with Palan and Thranis to the side and wait!” Again, Apple Bloom could swear he was foaming at the mouth. “Is he going to be alright?” She asked, whispering to Skold, the only marine within earshot. “Palan can reel him in, just give him a moment.” “You know I’m really starting to hope our chapter is not related to the Ultramarines.” The Space Wolf suppressed a laugh. “That’s perhaps the most reasonable thing I’ve heard you sorcerers say.” Matthias continued to rant, going on and on about how great the Ultramarines are, and how every chapter wishes to be Ultramarines. Skold sighed. “It must be hard.” “What?” She asked. “Not knowing,” he replied. “To have neither primarch nor progenitor...It...I will not offer you pity, but I can imagine it is no easy thing.” “It’s not,” Apple Bloom answered. There was a long second of silence. “How did he even get into the Deathwatch?” She asked. “I’m fairly certain they sent him to be rid of him quickly.” Apple Bloom nodded. “Now that, I can believe.” Palan finally had enough of the Ultramarine’s speech, and yanked on his shoulder. “Huh? Who-wha? Oh, yes...So, Skold, Shu’ran, up front, Blood Ravens, all of you but the librarian with me, the rest of you, wait on standby.” Palan, Sepheran and Thranis all shared a look. “Forward!” Matthias cried, before jumping down into the alleyway. The rest of the breaching squad followed after him, landing in the hallway as Skold drew his frostsword. “Should be fun.” Apple Bloom’s bolter came up, readying as Matthias did the same. And Palan merely waved at the others and said, “follow me.” “Breach!” Matthias yelled, and the two armored fighters slammed into the door, throwing it off its hinges as frostsword roared and thunder hammer crackled with power. They dove to the side, and the tactical marines lit up the space directly in front of the door with bolter fire. The fire halted, and Matthias walked forward. He checked the room, finding it surprisingly empty. “We seem cle—” “Get down you fool!” Skold yelled, leaping at the Ultramarine and dragging him to the ground as the opposite wall suddenly filled with muzzle flash. The brick and mortar of the false walls exploded outward, crumbling to reveal two alcoves to either side of the killing field. Alpha Legionnaires burst from behind the walls, filling the air with bolter fire that riddled the wall, and sent the Blood Ravens diving for cover. Shu’ran was caught in the crossfire, but he was a Salamander. He had forged his own armor after mastering the craft, and the artificer armor would not fall to bolter fire so easily. He roared, bringing his thunder hammer around and splitting a Chaos Marines helmet in twain. Apple Bloom, on all fours and shorter than her brothers, peeked around the door and returning fire. And then, to the surprise of everyone gathered, the left hand wall suddenly broke apart. Collapsing under a powerful explosion, the wall sent up a screen of dust. A second later, before the dust could even think about settling, heavy bolter fire and warp-blasts filled the air, flanking the chaos marines. With the second trap sprung, the firefight did not last long. As the last chaos marine fell, Matthias finally regained his feet. “Another victory for the Ultramarines!” Skold sighed, before turning to the door. “Alright, everyone the room is…” The Blood Ravens, however, had already filled the room, searching every last nook and cranny for any information the carcasses could provide. “...clear…” “They do work fast,” Sepheran said as he stepped over the collapsed wall. Thranis, meanwhile, smiled. “Now this is how you gather information.” Karlon was first up, a stack of parchment in his hands. “Librarian Lazarus! Here is my preliminary findings for any written material. It is organized alphabetically, and all pieces written in the infernal tongues are organized by the Vidya method.” “Excellent, I shall begin sorting through these.” “Sir!” Israfiel called. “Totals are ten chaos marines, ten non-standard bolters, and ten knives, decorated with chaos sigils. Shall I begin collecting these for transport to the Adeptus Mechanicus, or purge them immediately?” “Purge, we cannot afford taking these back for the proper rites.” “Sir,” the robotic voice answered with a nod. “Librarian!” Apple Bloom said, mechadendrites loaded with data slates. “I’ve found their data slates!” “Excellent! Start working through those!” “Wow…” Sepheran muttered. “I can see how they get their reputation.” “What reputation?” Thranis asked. The Kill team all looked at him. “Just...nevermind.” Thranis, now slightly confused, moved forward towards the Blood Ravens. “Codicer,” he called, and watched Lazarus wince before turning back. “Yes, sir?” “If you will have my aid I can help you locate any psychic activity that has happened here.” Lazarus nodded. “It would be welcome,” he said, as the two moved closer together, slipping into a trace. “Oh, no you don’t,” Skold replied. “We have a fight to get to! We are not going to wait on your rituals.” “We won’t have to,” Palan said, dragging a large chunk of rockrete that was six times as large as he was behind him. “The fight’s coming to us.” “What?” Shu’ran asked. “There,” Palan said, pointing with his Heavy Bolter towards the horizon. The Space Marines crowded to one side, looking over the defensive wall Palan had quickly erected. Apple Bloom joined them, her auspex magnifying the scene to reveal at least fifty black-green armored figures coming heading towards them. “That’s five squads of Alpha Legionnaires,” Ward said, telling everyone what they already knew. Shu’ran gave Apple Bloom a nudged. “Watch him give us the odds.” “That’s four to one odds,” the ultramarine muttered. 4.1666 repeating, actually. Of course, simple division was something every Space Marine could do, so that wasn’t really impressive. “I’ll notify the captain,” Coberos said, as he switched channels to the long-distance vox. Karlon looked back at Israfiel, passed the meditating librarians. “Purging?” “Complete,” he replied. “I’ve also secured Brother Appericius’ data slates.” “Excellent.” “You’re not running, are you, sorcerer?” Skold asked. Karlon spun on his heel, and replied in a low hiss. “The Blood Ravens do not run.” Skold gave him a wolfish grin as he drew his frostsword. “Prove it.” Apple Bloom smiled. “Oh, it is so on.” “Hold, Brothers,” Matthias warned. “The Codex says that we should wait, staying within the confines of this defensive wall so that we may—” “What’s that? Can’t hear you!” Serpheran said, before he shot forward, Chainsword revving, and jumppack roaring. “What are you doing?!” Ward cried, before falling yet again into a fit of rage. Sepheran fired a handful of shots from his bolt pistol, pulling a handful of chaos marines away as Palan and the Blood Ravens laid down fire. “Move closer! Get to cover!” One of the legionnaires cried. “Wait for it,” Shur’ran warned, holding out a hand to keep the Space Wolf restrained. “How dare you disobey the Codex!” Ward screamed, continuing to foam at the mouth and firing at the flying Blood Angel, only to miss him completely and make perfect headshots against the Alpha Legion soldiers. “Be sure to have someone slap him thirty seconds,” Palan instructed. “Sanguinius wishes that he was Roboute Guilliman! Sanguinala should be held in Guilliman’s honor! It’s a conspiracy by Chaos! He never died defending the Emperor!” “Can I slap him now?” Coberos asked, venomously. “Fifteen seconds remain,” Palan replied. The Alpha Legion marines were close now, with only ten meters separating the front lines. Sepheran was bouncing along the line of traitors, swinging his chainblade with powerful discipline and terrifying brutality. They were close enough. “So are we going to go? Or are we just going to stare at them?” Skold yelled. Shu’ran smiled. “For the Emperor.” Skold smiled. “I’ll drink to that! For Russ and the Allfather!” He roared, leaping over the barricade. Shu’ran was right behind him. “Into the Fires of Battle! Unto the Anvil of War!” Warp bolts began to fill the air, bearing down on them from the chaos lines. “Librarians!” Karlon yelled, as he slapped the back of Ward’s head. “We need support!” The Librarians did not hear them, lost to the world as they tracked their psychic quarry. Karlon cursed. “We’re on own!” “Good!” Ward yelled. “As Guilliman said, only in fire may we see—” He was suddenly cut off as a bolt took off the side of his face. “Shu’ran! Ward’s down!” Palan yelled, continuing to fire. The Salamander sighed after liquefying another chaos marine’s brain. “I kept saying we needed an apothecary…” he muttered, before running back towards the rockcrete wall. “I’m coming!” Skold kept cleaving through the legionnaires, the diamond-hard teeth of the Fenrisian Ice Kraken that had been embedded into the the chain tore through the adamantium and ceramite that covered the bodies of the traitors, and bit into soft flesh. “Come to me, traitors! I shall bring your skulls to Fenris as trophies!” A lucky shot tore out his knee. The Space wolf roared in pain as he dropped, before his roar transformed into a growl. Even still, he continued to swing his blade, attacking anyone who came within arm’s reach. “Skold!” Sepheran cried, before landing next to the wounded wolf. “I’m not done yet, Blood Angel,” he growled. The whine of power generators began to ring in Skold’s ears, and he turned his head just in time to watch Apple Bloom’s powerful legs send a pair of Legionnaire’s flying. “You better not be done, Wolf,” she told him with a smile. “It’d be rather disappointing to see a Battle Brother fall so easily.” “Oh, no you don’t!” Skold growled, before trying to get back on his feet, broken knee notwithstanding. “I’m not going to be outdone by a sorcerer with his nose stuck in a book!” “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she told him, as her mechadendrite leveled her bolter down against another Chaos Marine, and sent him the Emperor’s Peace. “Brother Appericius!” came Ramiel’s voice over the short-range vox. “Captain Aren is inbound! ETA five minutes!” “Roger that!” She yelled. “Good news, brothers! The cavalry comes in five minutes!” Skold laughed. “You’re just going to ruin all my fun, aren’t you?” Apple Bloom smiled. She was starting to like this Space Wolf. ---=][=--- The Thunderhawks had come to the rescue, sending the remainder of the Alpha Legionnaire’s scurrying, and apothecaries were already working on both Skold and Ward. Officially, they were being commandeered by the Inquisition, but for this moment, they were more than happy to lend their assistance. Meanwhile, the Blood Ravens set up a temporary HQ around the two almost completely comatose psykers, under the direction of Palan, who showed them how to best fortify the blown-out building. Once secure, the Blood Raven’s began working through the new information at an almost disturbing rate. Sepheran had even gone so far as to warn them that digging into the knowledge of Chaos was a dangerous thing. As if they didn’t already know that. Still, they decided to slow a bit, saving the extra heretical items for when they were alone again aboard the Omnis Arcanum. By the time the sun had set, the Blood Ravens were finished with the majority of the materials, and Apple Bloom had a post on guard duty. She stared out into the darkness, watching for any sign of the traitors beyond the light. She heard the limping a mile away. “You sorcerers aren’t the best priests around, but you will do,” Skold said before sitting down next to her. “Your knee?” “It will need to be replaced. Completely.” “Will the Inquisition take care of that?” Apple Bloom asked. “They better,” Skold replied with a snort, before a silence fell over the two. Apple Bloom kept watching the horizon, and the two Space Marines enjoyed the short silence. “Ward won’t make it,” Skold said suddenly. Apple Bloom blinked, shocked by the statement. “I’m...I’m sorry?” Skold scoffed. “Don’t worry. He was no friend of mine.” The silence went on another second. “You know, if I wind up losing all my limbs, I may put in for these bionics of yours myself.” “Don’t,” Apple Bloom warned. “They put your neck at an angle that will drive you mad.” “Drives you mad?” “Oh, certainly. Luckily I was mad to begin with,” she said with a smirk. Skold laughed. “You, you know you aren’t that bad. I could actually like you, given enough time and ale.” Apple Bloom chuckled. Silence again. And it lasted for a while. And then it exploded into noise. Lazarus gasped, his first action since falling into whatever slumber the Librarians came under. They both tumbled to the ground, Thranis heaving as he rolled into a ball on the floor, his Force staff frozen to the ground by a thick sheet of ice. “Librarian!” Apple Bloom called, pointing but never leaving her post. Someone ran over to them. “Librarian! Librarian! What happened?” Lazarus took a deep breath, sucking the air through grit teeth. “Found...them...” “What? Found who?” Lazarus shivered, shaking like a spring leaf in a winter storm. “Alpha...Legion,” he answered, his words were whisperes that echoes through the camp. “We...know...where they...are going…” ---=][=--- “Only in death does duty end.”—Imperial Thought of the Day. Well, well, well...I’m gonna give you guys a few guess on where those Alpha Legionnaires are going of to. “It wouldn’t happen to be with the rest of the Alpha Legionnaires would it?” Maybe… “I know that smile.” You most certainly do. “Well, I guess we’re going to see if I’m right next time, won’t we?” I guess so. Before we get to that, though, since this is a Brony's first Warhammer, I suppose I should explain Captain Matthias Ward. In short, Matt Ward is (was?) an employee of Games Workshop, who wrote the codexes for the Ultramarines, Necrons, and the Grey Knights. He also plays those factions. He also has no restraint. And so, those factions have become, either overpowered in mechanics, or THA BEST EVAH! in fluff. Especially the Ultramarines. "Ergo Captain Matthias Ward?" Exactly. “Well, until next time!” Bye!