Les Fils d'Horus étaient la légion de l'arche-traître, bien que les Porteurs de Parole de Lorgar aient planté les graines, mais ils avaient l'un des meilleurs records d'entre eux tous dans la Grande Croisade. La férocité cthonienne a été mise à profit dans la légion, en complément de la férocité génique des Terrans d'origine qui a eu un tel impact sur les campagnes Luna.
Sous Horus, ils étaient des tueurs à la gorge, dont l'instinct a été mis au service de l'Humanité. Mais ils vénéraient aussi leur Primarch, criant "LUPERCAL!" alors qu'ils sont entrés dans la bataille. Certains d'entre eux étaient exposés alors que le petit groupe de Loups Luna dans cette bande truquée s'occupait de l'obligation du périmètre et réduisait brutalement les sentinelles au poing et au couteau, ce qui était un retour aux tactiques de guerre des gangs de ruche que certaines recrues, si elles avaient dit n'importe quoi de leurs origines, auraient pu apprendre dans leur éducation. Mais maintenant, ils ont fait face à une situation différente et un changement tactique était dans l'ordre lorsque le bruit est venu du château et les boulons ont été déjoués alors qu'ils se dirigeaient vers leur cible finale, s'approchant des Rhinos que l'Ange Noir gardait.
Prodigal Son a peut-être été un leader silencieux, du moins pour les étrangers, mais il était un tacticien à l'os, et il s'était positionné pour venir au secours d'autres Space Marines quand l'inattendu s'est produit. Ils ne diraient jamais le nom de leur Primarch, mais ils savaient encore se battre.
Un obus de boulonnage était un obus à réaction de masse qui a laissé une blessure horrible et gorieuse qui était terminale, en particulier à un être humain normal comme les miliciens. Et pourtant, le feu n'a pas fait descendre les ennemis; son propre boulon aboie du canon et trouve sa marque, sauf que la marque grandissait de façon exponentielle, se développant comme un ballon, avec des yeux roux et de l'énergie eldritch les encercle aux poignets et aux chevilles, les tirant dans l'air. Il y avait un cri de rage éthérée comme ces êtres humains tordus au-delà de la compréhension et de la santé, à l'horreur des Astartes près des rhinocéros, les anciens combattants de la croisade et même les coups d'ouverture de l'hérésie, étaient inconnus.
Ils avaient vu des mutations, mais cela était différent et sentait la sorcellerie; les hommes éclatèrent dans un jet de sang et du jet de sang, suspendu dans l'air, vint un portail. Et de ce portail sont venus, hurlements, horreurs portant l'épée qui se sont précipités sur eux avec une terrible férocité et la vitesse. La flamme portée par l'un de leurs nombres s'est déclenchée dans une longue explosion, essayant de les attraper alors que les boulons étaient tirés rapidement. Un morceau de l'esprit du Fils Prodigal s'est ridiculisé, mais l'autre partie a sonné "et vous ne saurez pas de peur."
Mais si le feu du boulon déchiquetait les premiers rangs, de multiples coups s'assurant qu'ils restaient en bas, il restait assez pour engager le reste du petit détachement de Prodigal Son. Les Loups Luna étaient fluides et instinctifs dans leur changement d'armement, du rôle de combat varié à la préparation à la défense dans le combat étroit, et féroce à répondre à la charge. C'était des mots enchaînés contre ces lames démoniaques, alors même que les murmures sonnaient dans leurs oreilles, les appelant à leur fureur...
Name: Prodigal Son
Age: Unknown, but reckoned to be at least a century old.
Legion: Luna Wolves, renounced.
Planet of Origin: Terra or Cthonia.
Physical Description:Prodigal Son's armor is repaired from battlefield salvage and the paint has been carefully scraped off and the pauldron insignia defaced and painted over with the Raptor Imperialis symbol of the Reunification Wars, a symbol forces loyal to the Emperor fought under on Terra as well as the Imperial Aquila. The armor is not as efficient as a properly-maintained mark, but it gets him into the fight. He's done the best he can with repairs, but the battle damage shows.
With the helmet off, Prodigal Son is unremarkable, but has a gold service stud and a silver service stud on his brow. He does not like to display them often, for they display his features and those tell a tale; as is sometimes the case, the gene-seed expresses strongly, as it does here.
His is the likeness of the Warmaster, the Betrayer Horus. To perhaps further demonstrate where he stands on the matter, he has the Imperial Aquila tattooed onto his cheek. The other is marred with the scars of las-fire and the shrapnel from a melted helmet face-plate, a memento of one of the engagements of the Great Crusade. His head is completely shaven.
When not fighting, when not focusing, he stares off into the distance, his mind visibly churning. He wrestles with himself, with his love of his former brothers. With his shame for his gene-father's betrayal.
Skillset:Prodigal Son is a tactical marine to the bone; there are few tasks that a Space Marine and his bolter are not suited to, after all. The tools depend on the tactical situation. Some Legions wed themselves to specific styles, but the true essence is to adapt, but adapt ferociously and, above all, win. That was always the way of his legion, as it moved from victory to victory, rarely tasting defeat. His experience in numerous Imperial Compliance actions has honed his capabilities.

History:Prodigal Son's exact circumstances are not entirely known, mostly because he does not speak -- his oath is of silence, his penance is in deeds. His Primarch's sin cannot be washed away, and he intends to sell his life dearly to the enemies of the Emperor. It is hard to say whether the man is one of the Luna Wolves holdovers of the original intake of Terran recruits or a Cthonian addition that stayed strangely loyal to the Emperor when so many of his own followed the Warmaster, their gene-father, where he would lead.
What is known is that the Rogue Trader picked up Prodigal Son on the planet Polybius; there was ferocious fighting between Imperial Army elements and Chaos Cultists seeded there by the Word Bearers Legion. Prodigal Son did not command, did not rally, did not organize. He and a mere handfull of others from his Legion fought, hunting the leaders, looking to decapitate the cultist command. Those not ended with a bolter round to the head he hacked down ferociously in melee. They stalked the battlefield like ghosts and struck with singular and suicidal ferocity, fury made manifest, to rip out the throat of key enemy personnel, rather than getting heavily engaged in an attrition battle.
In one particular case at the end of the revolt on Polybius, out of ammo for his bolter and out of promethium for his chainsword, he encountered a leader of the Cultists. The Psyker tried to seduce him with the words of a demon that knew all too well what his heritage was. The woman's skull was splattered messily with two rapid blows of his gauntleted fist and a bellow of spiritual pain. It did not go unnoticed, word spread on the planet.
When the Rogue Trader told this silent Astartes the plan, he gave a nod and came aboard along with his other brothers. They speak among themselves at appointed times, much like a religious order, but otherwise remain silent except for battle, when they use the curt language of tactical communication. They eat minimally, they train relentlessly, try to keep their equipment running despite inconsistent supply and do not mingle.
Psychological Profile:It's hard to say what Prodigal Son thinks, as he does not speak. But his actions are very clear -- he has the same controlled viciousness that made the Sons of Horus one of the most successful of the legions during the Great Crusade. In countless compliance actions, they struck mercilessly. The same applies here. It's his heritage to the bone, even if it is now a traitor's heritage.
Equipment: Phobos-Pattern Boltgun. It has a hook and a tether line that allows it to stay attached and handy when he lets go of the grip. It also has a foregrip if he wishes to stabilize it. That is not Mechanicus-approved modification but he is beyond caring. It allows him to switch quickly over to his chainsword.
 Thunder Edge Pattern Chainsword, magnetized with a switch so Prodigal Son can release it from harness and bring it to bear moments after releasing his bolter.
 Armor that is truly the salvaged and repaired parts of other armor. It is, essentially, what will be known as Mk. V "Heresy Pattern" armor. Notably, the knuckles are spiked. The helmet is a modified Mk. IV, there are bits and pieces from other marks and field expedient. Plates are riveted on, repairs are visible. It is not parade-ready, but it can still fight.
 Grenades when he can get them. 
NotesProdigal Son has three battle brothers, they are armed very similarly to him; bolters and melee weapons. They too do not speak to outsiders except in battle. Their armor is stripped of heraldry and symbols of loyalty to the Emperor are displayed in place of the Eye of Horus and Cthonian ganger runes that were prevalent in their legion.