The Brotherhood Ominus

[Archon No'ki]

(Well, this is the history I'm currently working on for my Space Marines. I was tired of doing Index for them so experimented with diffrent ways of doing it, here goes)

To: Inquisitor Maules
From: Integrator Baal
Date: 999.M41
Subject: Adeptus Astartes Brotherhood Ominus
Thought for the Day: The keenest blade is righteous hatred.

My Lord Inquisitor, it is with both great excitement and great trepidation that I contact you. Whilst travelling through the Ghoul Stars with your brother Inquisitor Hailen I stumbled across records that were believed to be long forgotten, concerning a chapter of the Adeptus Astartes created in the 21st Founding. I have not shown my findings to Inquisitor Hailen, as it is my experience that he does not share our views and would, in all likelihood, destroy the data. So it is that I present this information to you and await your guidance on this matter. The Emperor shall walk among man again.


Base Commander’s Log
(Note: Many segments of these logs were unsalvageable, either completely or within the time I had, and other logs were just missing.

Log no: 13
Our work here seems to be continuing to meet all schedules laid out before us. The growth of our subjects proceeds as should be. These giants of …… we create will soon be fully grown and ready for the first trails.

Log no: 17
First trials have been a complete success. The Emperor’s light has shone on our work. The test subjects far excelled all expectations and show no sign of genetic weakness. My team and I have now received authorization to begin the mass growths of these… and in the same message we have been given the name for our latest Chapter, the Brotherhood Ominus.

Log no: 25
The subjects are growing at a far accelerated rate the reasons for this are, as of yet, unknown but I will look into this further.

Log no: 26
After my log yesterday I preceded down to the storage labs, eager to find a reason for the Brotherhood Ominus’ rapid growth. I was amazed at what I found, nearly a third of the gene-seed stock was missing, and others were in containers which appeared to be …… and broken. By the Throne I am worried of what is happening here.

Log no: 31
I am truly puzzled by the latest turn of events. Although the …… are growing at an accelerated pace they do not seem to be able to maintain themselves. Many subjects have begun to wither and emaciate, some at a slow rate, weeks or days, and some at much faster rates. Earlier during combat testing I watched as a number of subjects withered from their fully grown state into dry lifeless husks right before my eyes.



Log no: 33
Yet more failures today. We have not been able to determine the reasons for …… and as such cannot find a way to slow the process, let alone stop it. Not only have we failed in that area but the condition of many subjects has worsened, they are now showing random mutations during which they lash out at anything near by, what is left afterwards is nearly unrecognisable as human. Primarchs redeem us, what have we done?

Log no: 35
I have received news of our project; the Brotherhood Ominus is to be destroyed, along with all material and data concerning them. In a few moments we will begin the shutdown of the incubation tanks. As of yet I have still not decided on how to dispose of the fully grown subjects and so for now I have ordered them to be locked away in the deepest part of the lab in reinforced cells.

Log no: 36
For almost two days I have hidden here. Attempting to disconnect the incubation tanks while the fully grown subjects were still alive proved to be a mistake. As we disconnected the first a bone chilling shrike echoed through the labs sending many of my counterparts mad with fear. Within moments the subjects had broken out of their cells and they gleefully tore into my counterparts and acolytes the same. It is now I know that they remained within the facility until their comrades had matured enough to be removed from the incubators and then they left, but I am not sure. I can still hear the screams, and the dragging of heavy feet through the corridors. May the Emperor forgive us for our sins in this place, for now I commit my soul to his judgment.

[Archon No'ki]

To: Inquisitor Maules
From: Integrator Baal
Date: 999.M41
Subject: Adeptus Astartes Brotherhood Ominus
Thought for the Day: A broad mind lacks focus.

After many months I have uncovered another piece that could be used in the Brotherhood Ominus puzzle. Inquisitor Hailen and I received a message from Urak Minor, a small civilised world within the Ghoul Stars. From the message it seemed as if the world had been attacked by two forces, the foul Eldar and another, unknown, force. Fearing the taint of chaos from this ‘unknown’ force Hailen ordered our small band to proceed to Urak Minor. When we arrived Inquisitor Hailen set up ‘interviews’ with many of the survivors from the battle. I will attach a part of one of the ‘interviews’ to this report. The subject has already explained the first number of Eldar attack but then he continued about the final attack.

EYE WITNESS ACCOUNT
Witness: Pvt Miles Anderson,
Imperial Guard, Urak Minor PDF, 4th Battalion

“We’d just thought of another attack from the Eldar, our position was strong but we all knew they would more than likely break through in their next attempt. [Subject utters mumbled prayers. Integrator urges to continue.] It had been only a matter of hours since their last attack when our sentries heard the steady hum of their engines, it was then that the dreadful order rang out, ‘Hold and die’. [Subject curses under breath.] Onward they came, their majestic craft floating straight over our first line of defences. I heard screams from further along the line, as I turned I saw five red armoured xenos appear out of the air and open fire with their weapons, cutting through both flesh and armour alike before disappearing again. I turned back and began firing at the xenos as they began unloading from their transports, I must have killed at least five dozen of the scum alone. I soon began to realize this was their final push and unless the Emperor himself took to field we would not hold the line. Forgive me, I almost ran! [Subject begins to sob; Integrator administers an injection of unknown substance.] But Emperor preserve me I didn’t. It was at this point I saw a sight I will never forget. It filled me awe and terror in equal measures. Through my sight I saw a group of power armoured warriors appear behind the Eldar, I rejoiced and cried out ‘The Emperor sends his finest to aid us!’ but I was to be proven wrong. The Space Marines slaughtered their way through the Eldar, who had been caught off guard, but they did not stop. They fell into our ranks as well, as if they saw no difference between xenos or man. It was at this point I saw one of them stand before me, dwarfing me in his shadow. As I looked up [Subject begins inane mumblings; Integrator presses to continue], I froze in horror at the sight of this member of the Emperor’s finest. Half his face was pale and drawn, his eye sunken back into it’s socket. Gah! I can’t go on! [Integrator urges subject to continue.] The other… side … was worse. There was no skin, no tissue, just pure bone. I looked into his empty eye socket, and then all went black. [Subject rocks back and forth on chair, mumbling]”

Subject put to rest by Inquisitor Hailen. 4th Battalion later cleansed.

[Archon No'ki]

The Hall of Fallen was bathed in blackness, only the faint flicker of ceremonial candles perched above the sarcophagi of the Dreadnaughts adding a dull movement to the blackness. At the far end of the hall knelt a shadow shrouded figure, his face turned down towards the tiled floor, his hands clasped tightly before his chest. In front of the figure sat a gold, ornate, chalice filled with a blood red elixir. He took the chalice firmly in both hands and held it before his now raised lips.
His lips moved ever so slightly as he spoke, “Emperor preserve my body and my soul.”
With a movement of his hands he tilted the chalice and drank deeply of its elixir. As he drank his mind raced and a flicker of life returned to his face, filling it with colour and banishing the oily grey of its past. He saw in his mind’s eye great victories of old and even greater defeats, as real to him now as they had been the first time he had experienced them. His mind plunged further back, more victories, more defeats, the fall of old brothers and friends.

Finally his mind reached a point at which it slowed, recognising where it had sought to find. He stood cold and naked, viscous liquid dripping off his body onto a sterile surgical floor. Quietly at first, and then growing louder he heard the excited talk of men around him, and the slow whine of medical servitors.
“Aha! Good he’s awake…We’ve done it…Emperor be praised!”
For a moment he could not discern between the voices and they merged into one, but slowly they separated and he could hear them individually. One of the men stood in front of him, no higher than his stomach, and spoke, a voice cold and mechanical.
“You are Erasmus, the first of a new chapter of the Emperor’s finest, the Adeptus Astartes. Please follow me, you have much to do.”

Erasmus’ mind raced forward again and he found himself in small bio-dome, recreating jungle like conditions. He ducked down, narrowly avoiding a bolt shell from an unseen oppenent and then dived to the side firing, with his bolt pistol, into the undergrowth. He was rewarded by a cry and spurt of crimsion. Quickly the doors to either side of him hissed open and a group of medical staff ran in. Erasmus watched as they carryed out his oppenant. Then suddenly he fell to his nees, every cell in his body in agony. He tore the gauntlet off his hand and stared down at what it revield. As he watched his hand withered, growing pale, skin tightening around the bones blood ways getting thiner. Erasmus knew this was happening all over, the pain was unbearable, he slowly felt his consiocessnes slip away from him, and then nothing.

Erasmus snapped back into the present and found himself once more bathed in the darkness of the Hall of Fallen, the golden chalice lay on the floor to one side, not a single drop of the exilca remained. Many times had Erasmus taken that journy, and experinced the living death in all the agony of its awakening, and each time, as now, he vowed to find a cure for his brothers.

[Archon No'ki]

The smell of a funeral pyre drifted through the assembled mass of the Brotherhood Ominus in the Great Hall. Smoke hung above the heads of the two hundred Brothers, small wisps curling around the assembled banners and chapter heraldry. Erasmus Prime stood on a dais at the front of the hall, flanked by two Chaplains and a pair of huge flaming torches next to them. On the wall behind him, under the sign of the Aquilla, hung a human form. By his size it was clear he was a Space Marine, tattooed on his chest was the Chapter symbol of the Dark Angles and under him was a large golden pan, filled to the brim with the warriors blood. The two chaplains turned and walked towards the pan, each withdrew a small canister from which they drew a small organic looking substance.
“The blood of the true, the seed of the dead. They give new life.”
As they finished speaking each of the Chaplains cut a small piece from the gene-seed and let it fall into the pan. The blood around where the gene-seed had fallen frothed and bubbled causing a pungent aroma to fill the air. Slowly a group of twenty men worked their way towards the dais. Around their necks hung a golden chalice, and each left hand ended in a Reductor. Silently the Kuha submersed their chalices into the pan of the elixir and drew them out again, as they did so Erasmus’ voice filled the room.
“We were born unto death.”
As one the Marines replied, “Born to die.”
“We saw the holy Emperor. He cast us back to our bodies.”
“He did not give life.”
The Kuha moved back into the ranks of marines, with chalices full of elixir.
“We live as dead.” Erasmus paused as the Khu Guardians passed their chalices to the brothers and then continued alone. “We taste life through the pure and through battle. We must conquer death, and the Emperor will welcome us.”
As the brothers drank the elixir Erasmus knew they would not experience the pain as he did each time he drank from the elixir, but he knew their pain as well as his own.

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Oh, my dear,I miss you very much,I think everything will bebetter,Good things!

A man becomes learned by asking questions.











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