The Alfas of Swedesia
The Alfas of Swedesia is a story written by Gareth of the Alfa Legion, it is meant for members of the Alfa legion(Fanon chapter)but "outsiders" are welcome to read my story. *Note this screws around with the canon somewhat. It is still incomplete so there is more to come.
The Alfas Of Swedesia.
It is a dark age. The enemies of man and its god emperor lurk in every corner. To protect its citizen's, the emperor created the Adeptus Astartes or Space Marines as they are normally known as. The Space Marines are divided into many groups called chapters. There are a large number of chapters in imperial space, Like the Barbaric Space Wolves, The cursed Blood Angels or the loyal Imperial Fists. The most mysterious chapter however is one that most imperials do not even know exists. It is called The Alfa Legion and it is kept secret for a reason, for if it were discovered the more zealous chapters like the Ultramarines or the Grey Knights would surely take great interest in seeing the chapter destroyed. The reason for this is because of the chapters controversial policy to recruit non humans. A large number of Xenos and even forces of Chaos reside in the chapter, the reasons why the chapter master Alfabusa allows this remain a mystery.
One day on the battlebarge, litany of bald a unit of Space Marines was patiently waiting for their next commands. It was a 4 man unit, lead by the apothecary Arszenik. Under his command were the swift assault marine Kline, the unstoppable devastator marine Araghast and the groups youngest and least experienced yet still formidable tactical marine Gareth. It was the basic day when there was no missions for the unit, they joked and conversed, discussed with other chaptermembers in the large discussion chamber in the battlebarge, from where they could connect to other battlebarges and planetary bases. As they were discussing the construction of Sindri's Tau Titan with Jack the Techpriest and Ares the Warp-marine, new commands came. They were straight from the chapter master , a thing that rarely occured. Commands were usually given by the chapters inquisition or company leaders. In their case it would be the 5th company company commander Earndil. They were being sent to investigate a unknown planet just recently discovered, extreme hostilities were expected and they were sent in as first recon since they were a young and inexpensive unit.
Earndil objected, he didnt want to waste lives that had so much potential for greatness but was voted against by the other veterans of the chapter. The only other veteran not to be ready to send them was the Psyker, Dr. White but he did little to change the units fate. They would go to the planet, they would gather information on it or they would die.
They were chosen because it was expected that if the enemy were to appear, they would do so heavily entrenched and as members of the 5th company, they had access to anticover plague based weapons. This was one of the many controversial things about the chapter, it had seemed that Nurgle himself would have blessed the plague weapons for them.
The members of the unit readied in their drop-pod, the battlebarge hovering over the unknown planet. It seemed to be a planet with constant night, since the sun was so distant they could not get enough light for it to seem like the time of day had changed. Gareth sat down on his place in the drop-pod and locked himself to the seat while a guardsman hauled his weapon and gave it to him, ”Here is your bile spewer sir!”. Gareth looked at him for a second and grabbed the spewer and thanked the guardsman. As the guardsman walked away, Kline chuckled, ”you dont need to thank a mere guardsman, they are nothing and will stay that way”. Gareth did not answer, simply shrugged. Araghast was looking silently, already locked in his seat, his helmet on and a plasma cannon in his grip. They were simply waiting for Arszenik to arrive. They sat there in the drop-pod, silent and making last check ups on their weapons. ”Are you people ready for this”? Came a shout from the hallway. It was Arszenik, with his chainsword in hand and Med equipment in the other hand. Araghast finally broke his silence, ”of course Ars, or did you think otherwise”? -”No i did not, i'm simply weary of this mission” Arszenik replied. Gareth did not see fear in Arszenik, only genuine doubt. Arszenik sat down and locked himself down, he put on his helmet and Gareth and Kline followed. Gareth always felt proud when he put on his helmet. The helmet was a basic Aquila helmet but it had a a battlescar on the forehead area, from a lictor attack in the Aurelia subsector while their unit was providing ground support to a blood raven unit. Arszenik's armor was ornate and anyone could see that he was a highly decorated marine. Araghast was wearing MK8 Errant armor, one of the modern armor sets for space marines, while Kline was Suited in MK6 Corvus, apart from his helmet which he had lost during a battle with the Eldar. In its stead he was wearing a normal Aquila helmet. ”Seats locked and ready to drop” called Arszenik to command. ”brace for drop” responded the commanding officer.
And then they dropped.
The speed of the pod was always a uncomfortable situation for Arszenik, he enjoyed working in the field but hated dropping in. He always felt slightly dizzy even with his experience.