The Ixanad Shadow Crusade
Brote's Logs, The Shadow Crusade
(Still Work In Progress)
"After training for months now, Fresh and ready for war. I had been assigned to my new squad and our Aspiring Champion has told me that you better be ready for a storm is coming."
Day 1: "It has been 6 hours, and suddenly now we are fighting the Alfa Legion, already we had to come in and assist one of the bastions, we barely made it out alive, our champion is died along with one of my fellow brothers.
Brotes squad had taken some casualties with 2 men dead and another one being wounded. Brote had by that time seen little of the horrors he would witness in the coming days on Kantorus.
Day 2 Half the squad is dead and only Brote and 3 men are still standing. The last marine is barely alive with his right leg blown off and his armor shredded. Brote had at this point used both his frag grenades and the majority of his bolter ammo.
Day 3 Brote and his 3 brothers are still standing but have all used up all of their equipment and their frags. Brote almost died that day from an assault marine who charged at him with a chainsword. Brote blocked the chainsword with his combat knife which broke and shattered into several pieces during the fight. Brote survived the fight with the assault marine and killed him but he payed the price doing so by getting the chainsword slash onto his armor. Violently grinding it down but luckily his 3 squad mates saved him from death. This close call teached Brote to rely on his squad mates and to not do foolish decisions like doing melee with an assault marine.
Day 4 The squad was down to Brote,Bobi and Steve they had no equipment left and had to resort to using the weaponry of fallen enemies for if they would not do so then death would be a certainly come for them. Using the bolters and ammunition of their fallen comrades felt dishonorable but the 3 man squad knew that they would not survive unless they use all the equipment they can get their hands on. Thus giving them a fighting chance to make it through the pure hellscape of Kantrous.
Day 5 The squad was barely alive with Brote being shot in the left hand with a bolter and fighting with a body with little zeal left. The rest of the squad was barely alive with Bobi losing his helmet and his power pack malfunctioning.
Day 6 The squad is down to only Brote and Steve. Brotes left hand is basically useless due to it gotten blown off from bolter fire and he is only able to use a bolt pistol with any real efficiency. Broken and down to 2 men things seemed grim. *Brote hey Steve do you think we will make it out of here alive? * * I don't know Brote if we're gonna survive this then we are gonna need a miracle.
Day 7 Brote and Steve are laying on a hill littered with the corpses of both friends and foes while themself are barely alive. Brotes hand is gone and his body is has both internal wounds and manny visible wounds all over his body. This includes several bolter hits and wounds but luckily Brote is still alive despite all of the things he's gone through.
Steve who is barely alive is on the verge of death and it would be better to end his life.
(After the Crusade and the augurs are a thing) Brote can never forget the days of Kantorous and the things he did/saw during those days. Brote will always remember his squad of rookies who died one by one and out came Brote a battle hardened veteran who's now a chosen of the Augurs.
Laetalis Graskus’ perspective: Laetalis had just been inducted into the ranks of the Augurs before the crusade began. As an Apothecary he was, as usual, placed where the fighting was fiercest, treating any wounds he had deemed worth his attention. It was on the second day that he was called back behind friendly lines to dwell upon his research. Before he had arrived on Kantorus, the former Apothecary had been utterly fascinated in how a space marine’s body fought against any known poisons and injuries with ease. However, some of his methods would be seen as “heretical” and Laetalis was forced to flee from the Alfa Legion and his former brothers.
Now, being given no restraint on how he can conduct his research, Laetalis was tasked with creating new substances that can efficiently kill an astartes. Upon the fifth day he had successfully made his first new set of poisons that could be either spread across combat blades or inserted into specialized bolt shells he had crafted that each hold a small vial of whatever the user prefers to fire. With these new force multipliers, the chaos marines he was tasked to were able to kill their targets with even a minor wound to leg and arm joints, the poisons quickly reverting their immune systems inoperable and doing all sorts of internal damage that created quite a messy and surprising spectacle. However on the final day of the crusade, the former apothecary’s work would be unravelled. While once more fighting along the front lines, Laetalis’ squad would come under attack from newly indoctrinated “Warp Marines” of the 12th Company. These new foes quickly made short work of his fellow astartes, teleporting around at alarming speed. As the apothecary became the last one standing, he was forced to fight in close quarters with one of them. As the two struggled to gain the upper hand over the other, the warp marine’s chainsword cleaved off his right forearm, causing the various vials stored in a portable wrist carrier to react violently and splash over his armour, scarring the ceramite and eating through his helmet’s eye lenses, rendering him temporarily blind. Firing wildly with his bolter, Laetalis was further wounded by the warp marine cutting his firearm in two. The specialized rounds housed in the magazine detonated upon being destroyed, throwing the two opponents away from each other; Laetalis collapsing amongst the corpses of his brothers with his faceplate badly mangled, the warp marine losing most of his face and torso without any possible way of living.
Upon being awoken from his unconsciousness, Laetalis found himself still unable to see and being dragged away from the battle site by fellow Augurs survivors. He was then flown up to the Destined Darkness as soon as possible to be treated immediately. After extensive surgery and healing, he would have his missing right forearm replaced by a bionic prosthetic fitted with an internal housing unit for his poisons and his face heavily scarred by the damage done to his helm. Furious that his work would be unrecoverable from the planet’s surface, the former Apothecary would be forced to conduct his experiments once more, going off of what data was left in his armour’s data storage.
(Still Work In Progress)
"After training for months now, Fresh and ready for war. I had been assigned to my new squad and our Aspiring Champion has told me that you better be ready for a storm is coming."
Day 1: "It has been 6 hours, and suddenly now we are fighting the Alfa Legion, already we had to come in and assist one of the bastions, we barely made it out alive, our champion is died along with one of my fellow brothers.
Brotes squad had taken some casualties with 2 men dead and another one being wounded. Brote had by that time seen little of the horrors he would witness in the coming days on Kantorus.
Day 2 Half the squad is dead and only Brote and 3 men are still standing. The last marine is barely alive with his right leg blown off and his armor shredded. Brote had at this point used both his frag grenades and the majority of his bolter ammo.
Day 3 Brote and his 3 brothers are still standing but have all used up all of their equipment and their frags. Brote almost died that day from an assault marine who charged at him with a chainsword. Brote blocked the chainsword with his combat knife which broke and shattered into several pieces during the fight. Brote survived the fight with the assault marine and killed him but he payed the price doing so by getting the chainsword slash onto his armor. Violently grinding it down but luckily his 3 squad mates saved him from death. This close call teached Brote to rely on his squad mates and to not do foolish decisions like doing melee with an assault marine.
Day 4 The squad was down to Brote,Bobi and Steve they had no equipment left and had to resort to using the weaponry of fallen enemies for if they would not do so then death would be a certainly come for them. Using the bolters and ammunition of their fallen comrades felt dishonorable but the 3 man squad knew that they would not survive unless they use all the equipment they can get their hands on. Thus giving them a fighting chance to make it through the pure hellscape of Kantrous.
Day 5 The squad was barely alive with Brote being shot in the left hand with a bolter and fighting with a body with little zeal left. The rest of the squad was barely alive with Bobi losing his helmet and his power pack malfunctioning.
Day 6 The squad is down to only Brote and Steve. Brotes left hand is basically useless due to it gotten blown off from bolter fire and he is only able to use a bolt pistol with any real efficiency. Broken and down to 2 men things seemed grim. *Brote hey Steve do you think we will make it out of here alive? * * I don't know Brote if we're gonna survive this then we are gonna need a miracle.
Day 7 Brote and Steve are laying on a hill littered with the corpses of both friends and foes while themself are barely alive. Brotes hand is gone and his body is has both internal wounds and manny visible wounds all over his body. This includes several bolter hits and wounds but luckily Brote is still alive despite all of the things he's gone through.
Steve who is barely alive is on the verge of death and it would be better to end his life.
(After the Crusade and the augurs are a thing) Brote can never forget the days of Kantorous and the things he did/saw during those days. Brote will always remember his squad of rookies who died one by one and out came Brote a battle hardened veteran who's now a chosen of the Augurs.
Laetalis Graskus’ perspective: Laetalis had just been inducted into the ranks of the Augurs before the crusade began. As an Apothecary he was, as usual, placed where the fighting was fiercest, treating any wounds he had deemed worth his attention. It was on the second day that he was called back behind friendly lines to dwell upon his research. Before he had arrived on Kantorus, the former Apothecary had been utterly fascinated in how a space marine’s body fought against any known poisons and injuries with ease. However, some of his methods would be seen as “heretical” and Laetalis was forced to flee from the Alfa Legion and his former brothers.
Now, being given no restraint on how he can conduct his research, Laetalis was tasked with creating new substances that can efficiently kill an astartes. Upon the fifth day he had successfully made his first new set of poisons that could be either spread across combat blades or inserted into specialized bolt shells he had crafted that each hold a small vial of whatever the user prefers to fire. With these new force multipliers, the chaos marines he was tasked to were able to kill their targets with even a minor wound to leg and arm joints, the poisons quickly reverting their immune systems inoperable and doing all sorts of internal damage that created quite a messy and surprising spectacle. However on the final day of the crusade, the former apothecary’s work would be unravelled. While once more fighting along the front lines, Laetalis’ squad would come under attack from newly indoctrinated “Warp Marines” of the 12th Company. These new foes quickly made short work of his fellow astartes, teleporting around at alarming speed. As the apothecary became the last one standing, he was forced to fight in close quarters with one of them. As the two struggled to gain the upper hand over the other, the warp marine’s chainsword cleaved off his right forearm, causing the various vials stored in a portable wrist carrier to react violently and splash over his armour, scarring the ceramite and eating through his helmet’s eye lenses, rendering him temporarily blind. Firing wildly with his bolter, Laetalis was further wounded by the warp marine cutting his firearm in two. The specialized rounds housed in the magazine detonated upon being destroyed, throwing the two opponents away from each other; Laetalis collapsing amongst the corpses of his brothers with his faceplate badly mangled, the warp marine losing most of his face and torso without any possible way of living.
Upon being awoken from his unconsciousness, Laetalis found himself still unable to see and being dragged away from the battle site by fellow Augurs survivors. He was then flown up to the Destined Darkness as soon as possible to be treated immediately. After extensive surgery and healing, he would have his missing right forearm replaced by a bionic prosthetic fitted with an internal housing unit for his poisons and his face heavily scarred by the damage done to his helm. Furious that his work would be unrecoverable from the planet’s surface, the former Apothecary would be forced to conduct his experiments once more, going off of what data was left in his armour’s data storage.