Il y avait des choses dans cet univers que leurs pères avaient jugé bon de leur cacher, des choses qui existaient au-delà de l'espace et du temps, des créatures dont on leur avait dit qu'elles étaient une race différente de Xenos et qu'elles mourraient aussi facilement que n'importe quel autre – on leur avait menti. Ces créatures n'étaient pas des extraterrestres, bien qu'on ait pu les considérer comme telles, éclatant de la chair des êtres vivants ou apparaissant de nulle part à travers des portails d'énergie pure. Tout ce que Ferreus savait, et ce qu'il a voxé à ses compagnons d'escouade, c'est qu'ils devaient mourir.
Vous voyez ça, monsieur? - Vous avez craqué le gouvernail-vox avec la voix agitée de Kazimir.
Je le vois... sans doute la frayeur de l'Archevêché-traître n'appréciera pas notre aide.
Oh oui, 'Prodigal' a rendu très difficile pour d'autres de savoir quoi que ce soit de lui et de ses hommes – leur armure était aussi noire et marquée avec des symboles impériaux que le sien, ils ne parlaient pas aux étrangers, et aucun des anciens gardes de la mort ne les avait jamais vus sans leur casque. Il y avait d'autres façons, si l'on savait comment observer, que l'identité pouvait être révélée et, même si elle pouvait être difficile à essayer, le modus operandi du tétrad actuellement engagé était au moins clair pour le chef de la quatorzième Légion loyalistes.
« Qu'est-ce qu'ils sont? » Interrogé Gentian alors qu'il vérifiait son boulonneur était chargé, un léger soupçon de nervosité évidente dans la voix des vétérans, une tainte qui n'avait jamais sonné auparavant de cette gorge.
Il n'a pas d'importance d'où ils sont venus, ou ce qu'ils sont, tout ce qui compte, c'est que nous les détruisons complètement; apportez cette fonte à porter, Timohir, le reste d'entre vous formez une ligne et un feu au fur et à mesure que nous progressons. Brûlures courtes, conservez vos munitions, et essayez de ne pas frapper nos frères.
Ils ont fait ce qu'on leur a dit, les choses actuellement en train de se mêler avec les Loups Luna seulement maintenant commencer à enregistrer cette nouvelle menace comme ils étaient flanqués, les Raiders Dusk (car ils n'étaient plus les fils de Mortarion!) s'ouvrant avec leurs propres armes; bêtes humanoïdes de chair pourpre et têtes cornées, yeux brûlants de haine et de sang impie, aussi grands qu'un Astartes et liés dans les muscles portant des lames à deux mains de métal étourdissant. Qu'est-ce qui les a fait étourdir? Un tas constant de sang qui semblait s'échapper de nulle part. S'ils avaient été d'une moindre création, leur esprit se serait brisé.
Ferreus a levé son pistolet Ikanos-pattern, tirant un seul coup de feu de 0,50 balles à bout explosif, se recentrant et tirant à nouveau alors qu'il progressait à un rythme de marche aux côtés de ses frères de combat. Dans les limites de son casque, couvert par le gril du visage et les bases oculaires inclinées, sa mâchoire a été mise dur dans une expression de détermination mais aussi de gêne. Pourquoi ces bêtes ne mourraient-elles pas comme des créatures normales? Le rugissement inébranlable d'un démon brûlant agitant son âme comme le feu fondu l'a consumé, des explosions miniatures déchirant des morceaux d'entre eux, alors même que d'autres ignoraient simplement leur mort et leur mort.
Terran est peut-être né, mais cela n'a pas empêché les cinq Astartés en mouvement silencieux d'employer le stoïcisme et brutalement les tactiques frontales de leur ancienne Primarch, s'éloignant de salvo après salvo dans une fusillade de puissance de feu proche à mesure qu'ils se rapprochaient.
Une fois à distance de charge la ligne a été stoppée par un seul mot, le feu soigneusement ciblé ne cesse jamais jusqu'à ce qu'un magazine coure à sec, Ferreus atteignant pour sa chainaxe et l'activant avec un pouce de la tige sur la nuque qui a envoyé les dents tourbillonnant. De part et d'autre de lui, on l'imitait parfaitement, les armes latérales plus petites et les couteaux de combat déchauffés avec précision, chaque guerrier transhumain prêt à donner sa vie pour le bien de l'Imperium qu'ils servaient encore.
Nous sommes la voix et l'appel de la clarion ; Nous sommes la ruine de tyran et la chute de rival. » Voxed Ferreus à travers son casque, et comme ils s'étirent en avant avec un but extrême de volonté la devise des Raiders Dusk a été repris par tous.
Name: Ferreus (Gothic for both 'Iron' and 'Immovable')
Age: Around 247
Legion: Unknown - Suspected to be the Death Guard
Planet of Origin: Unknown - Terra or Barbarus
Physical Description:Standing at an average height of seven feet and three inches, when out of his armour, he has the look of an experienced pugilist and wrestler - not at all strange, considering he is both - his shaven cranium of dark stubble sloping down to an almost Neanderthal brow line, two eyes of stormy grey glaring out from deep-set sockets and brows of black hair as if challenging anyone and everyone.
Continuing from the top, his nose and ears are certainly that of a fighter, the former having clearly been broken a number of times, and the latter both formed into the well known 'cauliflower ears' of the martial man. His thick-set jaw is kept equally as hairless as his head, crossed with faded scars, and nearly as square as the remainder of his body, his torso very much seeming like a solid slab of rock...except made from muscle, bone and sinew; each limb is like the trunk of a tree, stretched psychically as far as the unique physiology of the Astartes will allow them to go, muscles rippling clearly beneath his rather pale skin as he moves and his hands more than able to crush the skull of both mortal man and Space Marine both.
In battle he girds himself in his not-always-reliable suit of Mk III 'Armorum Ferrum' Pattern power armour, the entire construct a walking edifice to brutal frontal assaults and wars of attrition; from the numerous pits left by solid shells and projectiles, to the deeply burnt scorch-marks of more laser based weaponry, Ferreus accepts them all on his re-painted armour of deepest black - however, if one looks close enough, they may be able to see through the murky and well worn layer. Just under the surface of those colours which obscure his true origins, if you look close enough without becoming a target of his ire, one may peak the crimson shoulder plate, gauntlet, knee and stormy coloured ceramite of the obsolete Dusk Raiders.
As a loyalist member of a so-called 'traitor' legion, and as one of the re-minted blackshields, the sturdy armour of this Astartes goes completely unadorned apart from several Imperial Aquila to show where his loyalties lie. On the other hand battle scars are the only decoration that a warrior needs, and he has plenty of them as well.
Skillset:Oddly enough, Ferreus combines the skill-sets of several differing legions - the stoic attitude and casual aloofness of the Dark Angels, the ferocity and thrill for close-quarters fighting of the Blood Angels and World Eaters, and the immunity to biological substances and extra ordinary constitution of the Death Guard. In hand-to-hand conflict or a close-range fire-fight he is truly to be feared, whether using his weapons or his fists alone, coming at his enemies directly and without hesitation or mercy.
His specialisations include trench warfare and wars of attrition, as well as warfare in harsh or toxic enviroments.
History:Istvaan III...the Choral City...
The whole sordid affair was where the life of the Astartes known simply as Ferreus had truly began, a rebirth if you will, the final awakening of a once loyal soldier and follower of his Primarch to the depth and breadth of corruption and betrayal which had slithered its way into the heart and soul of the once-beloved Warmaster and his now twisted brethren. It was here that the loyalist, primarily Terran-born elements, of each of the legions was to be purged from existence by their own former comrades - thereby destroying any inner revolts, and showing the utter loyalty and commitment to the cause of the traitors. Loyalty to the Warmaster and their Primarchs over the Emperor, and commitment to the cause of placing this maniacal pawn of Chaos at the head of the burgeoning Empire of Man.
Well, needless to say he believed he was dead; rising stiff and alone on the dead surface of a dead planet, digging his way through fallen rubble that had buried him for over three weeks before finally reaching the surface once more, wary to the point of paranoia and mistrustful of any other he came across whether purported loyalist or one of his blood-enemies of his former legion and their allies.
While not Istvaan III itself, each and every one of the loyalist combatants massacred on that damned planet as far as he knew, Ferreus had been forced to turn his gun on at least half of his own company to save his own skin. It had been on a planet called Leandros IV, he and his company - for he had achieved the rank of Lieutenant, before being placed down to Sergeant for an unspecified infraction, and was trusted to complete his tasks with efficiency - that formerly jovial and friendly brothers-in-arms had turned their weapons upon he and his own in just another attempt to thin out the ranks of those more loyal to their Emperor than to their Primarch and his cause.
After fighting his way through his 'brothers', leaving those he could not protect to the tender mercies of the enemy, he fled into the thick undergrowth and forcefully boarded the Thunderhawk which had been used to land upon the planet, urging the pilot at gunpoint to take him up and away from there even as he began to scrape the paint and insignia of his legion from his ceramite.
Upon learning the full extent of the atrocity on Istvaan III, and with every intention to do his utmost to bring the Emperor's wrath to those he now saw as nothing more than prey, Ferreus painted his armour black and marked himself with several hand-painted aquila to show where his loyalties lay to any that would see.
Between then and his meeting with the Rogue Trader Balixus Kyros, a meeting that would turn out to give him a goal for his efforts and a chance at seeing justice meted out in full, he took part in numerous guerilla actions against traitor formations - it was in once such action that he claimed his chainaxe, plucking it from the still twitching fingers of a World Eaters officer and spitting upon the corpse as he did so. Sieges, ambushes, and frontal assaults, he took part in any and every action that he could if it would damage those that he had once counted as allies and peers.
Such things take a toll even on a superhuman warrior, and the respite now given to him after being picked up and bought to relative 'safety' aboard Balixus' vessel is a blessed relief...and yet there is always the tugging at the back of his mind, the primal need to pile death upon those who wronged him, and perhaps he is once more let loose against the traitor Horus and his cronies there will be no more peace for him. Only war.
Psychological Profile:Ferreus is almost as dour as they come; although his demeanour is rather without emotion, fatalistic, and black, there are plenty who have seen this as a sign that he must therefore be mentally slower to boot! This, as those many have found, is certainly not the case and Ferreus is actually in possession of a rather keen, logical, and cunning intellect that has allowed him to foresee many things that others cannot both on and off of the field of battle. When the bullets and dirt starts flying is when he truly comes alive, amidst the cries and screams of his enemies, fighting alongside his brothers and in the name of his Emperor - who he still considers his true liege - and in the rarest of circumstances he has even been known to sneer, which is as close to a smile as he can get.
Equipment:
 Phobos-pattern Bolter with attached combat blade.
 Ikanos-pattern Bolt Pistol
 Chainaxe - taken from a World Eater
 Standard issue gladius (the blade coated in various poisons to which Ferreus is immune)

Notes: Accompanied by four Astartes armed in a similar manner, with a bolter, close-quarters weapon and sometimes a sidearm;
- Sergeant Gentian
- Apothecary Lőrinc
- Brother Kazimir
- Brother Tihomir (is the squads designated heavy weapon expert, carries a Multi-Melta)