Power Guardians

As of 6:35, 27 May 2019, this idea has been created. Feel free to edit and comment as needed. Be mindful that the idea is nowhere near completion and that the final product may not resemble the first intent. While the Power Guardians are a little more technologically advanced than an average blueberry, this chapter has units based off the Knights Inductor by Evilexecutive, who can take as much credit as he wants for the idea, such as the psyker nulling ability. Please DO NOT share this as someone will yell mary sue the next minute after you post it, going all willy-nilly in their rant vlog. Currently, a part of the fluff has been made.

From what has been heard, the word around hears that Knights Inductor is regarded by some fa/tg/uys as utterly laughable trash. Let's hope this is not the same.

Fluffiness

Part One

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In Backword

His name was Gicker Pertinax Liesser Arthur. It was all the name he found burnt into the palms of his hands. No matter that they called him Brother Omniel, he knew, deep down, his name was Gicker Arthur. He was once of the Grey Knights, but had founded a new chapter, and now was making a tough decision. It all started six hundred years previous when his battle cruiser filled with several units of Grey Knights who, were bravely running away to escape minions of Slannesh and Khorne attempting to board their ship, the Floyd. The ship's geller field was failing, emerged out of the Warp and into a nebula and attempted to hide.

They spent weeks navigating the nebula, attempting to make emergency repairs with a low supplies and a few surviving tech marines dicing on the border of heretical. They stumbled onto a population of isolated humans, who had gotten wind of the Horus Heresy and placed interplanetary defences, the likes never seen by these space marines. Sortly there after making contact with the isolated, whom called themselves the United Confederation of States, and told them of their plight, the demons followed through a rift. The UCS quickly and deftly aimed the defence platforms at the intruders, and created small gravitational rifts that tore the ships apart, and flung the scraps back into the Warp. The UCS occupied a binary solar system, the edges of it were marked by the gases of the nebula. The UCS homeworld was a rich, larger than Terra, planet, filled with countless lore, greenery, cities, and oceans so vast, so uncorrupted, that they had never seen before. And lo, the Grand Master decided to settle onto one of the homeworld's moons and set up temporary headquarters by trading information of the outside world.

Slowly they rejuvinated thier numbers by inter-mingling with the locals and drafting volunteers, it caused the gene seed to become unstable. With a little bit of space radiation, nebula particles, and local inter-mingling, the gene seed altered slightly and reestablished. This altercation changed how the psykic powers manifested, and instead of the normal psykic powers that the Grey Knights wrought upon their enemies, this nulled them. It nulled them so much that the Grey Knights' Warp signature was nullified, hiding them from the demons watchful eyes as well as to the rest of the world. As secluded as they were from the Inquisition and the Endless War, they trained hard. They lost some of their Emperor's Zeal, instead taking up some of the tenets of the local military force, building up their strength, drive, and unity from the best of every battle brother and every human. Brother Omniel then sanctioned his remaining techmarines, all whom would of been declared hereteks by the Adepta Mechanicus, took apart their own weapons and tech, studied them, and improved upon them, taking in as much information as they could fantom, designating them the Unseen Blade. He then sanctioned the use of mortals, an average UCS man, to aid the chapter as support units, filing in the ranks as mechanics or armor pilots, designating then as the Rearward Strike.

The chapter changed, slowly but every surely, surpassing over the the 10000 barrle brother strength limit for a chapter, a decision was made. As changed as they were, they held a referendum. In this debactle, Brother Omniel, the Grand Master, placed a tower onto the ground half the size of him, stuck a power sword through it, and stated that the Grey Knights were getting closer to leaving the safety of the nebula. He said it was in his opinion, as so different as they were from when they came, that it was time to found a new chapter right then and there, but only if the whole agreed, came up to the tower, took a knee, and swore an oath to uphold the name of the Emperor, Humanity, and his Battlebrothers at the tower he placed onto the ground. This proccession took two days, and ended when Brother Omniel himself took the oath. Thus, the Power Guardians was founded.

Afterwords, a change in conduct followed. The Grand Master chartered the formation of the Order of the Stronghold. Gone were purity seals, inplace where they once were, an insignia of a imperial eagle perching upon a fortress, the Seal of the Stronghold, was placed onto a shield mounted onto the left shoulder of every space marine. Camouflage covers and painting molds were made to quickly create a perfect camouflage for whatever the mission required. Each bolt weapon was modified, mainly to improve reload speeds, fire rate, and bolt force. Gravity weapons were mounted onto larger armor and ships, the instability of the plasma weapons fixed, and the armor was improved. The Hail Mary, the Revenge, and the Mercy were ceremoniously launched via bottle and out of the gravitational well of the moon. Sailing out of the nebulae with the three improved battlecruisers, they jumped into the Warp, and came out of the other end somewhere in the Eastern Fringe. They has spent 500 years in ship travel, and were ready for war.

There was the issue of 300 veterans in total in the chapter, as the rest were green and would quake at the sight of demons, but was disregarded on the fact. They were feeling safe as their ships were formidable opponents with their new weaponry, and psykic powers were unable to touch them. The sheer force of 10000 space marines plus auxillaries was enough to keep a lesser daemon prince at bay or retreat into the Warp. They attempted to hail a Imperium battle barge via voxchannels, but alas, they would not answer as they deemed the ships to be unholy due to weapon armaments and the lack of purity seals. And now, here he was, Brother Omniel, staring at his hands, attempting to remember.