Ywain avait caché plus loin, son but simple. Pour sécuriser les transports de Rhino, ils pouvaient argumenter tout ce qu'ils aimaient qu'il était Ravenwing le deuxième plus grand soldat d'attaque rapide dans l'Imperium après les cicatrices blanches. C'était un chauffeur expérimenté et, plus important encore, il devait se concentrer sur quelque chose d'autre que ses souvenirs. Son sauvetage a été une expérience bienvenue, mais depuis, il est resté silencieux. Il a pensé au moment où on l'avait amené à bord de cette équipe de soldats brisés.
Il avait tiré à gauche au-dessus des boulons sur le navire quand il a atterri et a écouté les autres. L'Ange Noir ne parlait pas, il a juste pensé à ses frères sur Caliban ou ses parents ont piégé Crusading alors que l'autre Légion se tournait et se brûlait les uns les autres. Il se demandait si Caliban survivrait à cette folie, il espérait que Luther protégerait la planète et quand cela aurait été fait, il serait en mesure d'honorer ses frères qui sont morts.
Cependant, le moment n'était pas venu de pleurer ou de réfléchir. Ywain ramena son boulonnier en direction de l'immeuble, pointant l'escouade Ferreus devant. Ils avaient ouvert un canal, Ywain répondit rapidement. "Avance, je resterai avec les transports." Il a dit que Mag verrouillait son boulon à la place alors qu'il tirait l'épée à chaîne de son côté, puis tirait son pistolet à boulon de son étui. Le chevalier noir porté par la bataille avait l'air imposant comme n'importe quel marine de l'espace le ferait. Pourtant, derrière les yeux rouges brûlants de charbon, il y avait plus de feu. Une haine qui brûlait si vivement pour ces traîtres, il avait été élevé dans l'Ordre et de leur ressuscité pour devenir un espace marin.
On lui a dit qu'ils feraient ce que l'ordre faisait autrefois pour Caliban, le protégeant des monstres qui traquaient des endroits invisibles. Pour tourner le dos à l'Imperium qui avait tant donné pour en faire les frères de Space Marine mais massacrer, les civils, et ceux qui ont osé remettre en question vos raisons. Ywain aperçut un homme fuyant l'enceinte, il n'était pas armé mais personne ne pouvait savoir qu'ils étaient ici. Il a tiré un coup, le gros homme qui avait été vêtu d'une tenue pourpre criait alors que sa jambe droite explosait. Il a essayé de ramper, regardant son pistolet à boulon puis au Rhino, il a déménagé pour entrer dans le siège des conducteurs. Après tout, chaque ronde était précieuse, pas la peine de gaspiller une seconde balle sur un cochon traître.
Se connecter au rhinocéros n'a pris que quelques secondes, alors qu'il l'envoyait avancer, il entendit l'homme implorer la miséricorde. Ywain n'était pas venu pour donner miséricorde, il était un ange de colère, de vengeance. Il a stoppé le mouvement des véhicules après le bruit écœurant d'un homme écrasé sous les traces de l'APC. Avec le front éclaboussé de sang et sa rage calmé au moins pour le moment, l'ange parla dans sa perle de communication. "J'ai sécurisé un Rhino, il est en ordre de marche. Légère détérioration du travail de peinture, le sang lave les rondelles de boulonneuse sont précieux à gaspiller." Il a ajouté avec peu d'émotion qu'il a cycles systèmes pour voir exactement ce que le Rhino était équipé et comment l'esprit de la machine a géré.
Name: Ywain the Last
Age: 164
Legion: Dark Angels
Planet of Origin: Caliban
Physical Description: A large scar, runs across the right to left on his face. On top his head a fiery red hair, his forest green eyes have a piercing and emotional gaze. Slightly taller than most of the other warriors from Caliban his appearance lacks heavier scaring of most veterans. His armor mark III power armour is worn from his time fighting to suppress the Gordian league alongside his brothers.
Skillset: A knight of Caliban and more importantly a warrior of the Lion's six great wings, before he could ride he first had to power his skill with a blade and bolt gun. Among the Lion's troops a great diversity of skills is found, yet each is narrowed to field where they excel. For him it was with the more specialized calvary of Dark Angels. With his new place among his brothers the younger Caliban born marine learned by practice duels with his brothers. His control and mastery of a chain sword is nothing to scoff at nor is his ability to bravely operate the dangerous plasma rifle.
History: Ywain had heard the rumors from his brothers, the first legion had been far from the fighting when the Heresy began. However order came down quickly to quell the rumors, they had a campaign to win against the Xenos scum and human allies. Yet twenty members of the Ravenwing were called back, they were to be given a special mission. To return to Caliban and inform Luther of the treachery and to order him to hold back his forces securing the sector and prepare to defend Caliban from the Traitor Legions, until the Lion could return and regroup his forces.
Thrilled to be given a chance to return home and the trust of his Primarch to complete such a mission. Under a few of his more veteran brothers they were given a small ship and sent to deliver a message to the Lion's second. However they never reached the lush forest world, they picked a distress call from a world as they passed by it, a message from the Night Lords requesting aid. Freezing there mission believing loyal brothers needed aid, the always stead fast Dark Angel's prepared their bikes and chain swords.
The lie brought the vessel above the planet, the marines airdropped on their bikes rushing towards the outpost weapons drawn. Then heavy bolter fire from the base began striking down the front row bikes, as unsuspecting angels slammed into the wreckage of bikes, the Night Lords ambush group descended upon them. Unrelenting and cruel they did kill the marine, instead ripping them into pieces, Ywain turned his away from the base as the screams of his captain pierce the jungle of the planet.
They tried to send message yet it was to late, the Night Lords had attacked the ship once the marines were away and seized the vessel. Content with trapping the survivors upon the planet with not even the corpses of their comrades to bury they waited. Eventually entering the outpost they found the place had been how to a small human outpost team who had attempted to warn other of the traitors and paid with lives for loyalty. As time went on they discovered the planet held Beasts akin to those that once roamed Caliban.
They were driven by the sense of dread and hate these Angels now held for planet and the Night Lords yet the smell of blood and corpses also brought them close. They salvaged what they could bolter rounds, a lone heavy bolter, and a handful of chain swords. Ywain took up a plasma rifle he'd straped to his bike as they began the siege, yet when the deed was done only Ywain left standing. The bikes they had ruined. Only a bolt pistol, one of the bolt guns pried off his bike and a chain sword remained.
Using parts and after weeks of hard work he finally managed to get the beacon working again, now he sat alone waiting for death or his chance to hunt those who claimed his brothers.
Psychological Profile: Ywain is knight of Caliban as much as he is a Space Marine, he holds himself and his brothers to the code of the Order and to the laws of the Imperium. He loves his home world and adores the fact he was chosen to be a hero bringing peace to the galaxy. Currently however his mindset is one of pain and betrayal, forgetting his mission to deliver a message, Ywain wants blood and the head of the Night Lords who destroyed his brothers before his very eyes and left them to die at the hands of Chaos spawn. Yet he also see's this as a blessing, since the Lion purged Caliban of Beasts he has now proven himself worthy of being a night of the Order as well as a Dark Angel.
Equipment:
 Tigrus Pattern Bolter
 Phobos Pattern Bolt pistol
 Thunder Edge Pattern Chainsword

Notes: Is very lonely and full of rage, feeling he can't trust any other Legionaire's until loyalty is proven.