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Legio	Legio XV
Legio Name:	The Thousand Sons Legion
Designation:	L-XV-4925
Cognomen:	The Fourth Fellowship
Allegiance:	Undecided
Owner:	User:MaccaAGIF

History

From the recollections of Ahhāk, the events directly preceeding the Siege of Geigenhive;

The Cruiser Tuthmoses moved into the system. The metallic red hull gliding gracefully through the void. Several other warships were in the region, vessels of most of the legions were present. Ahhāk, former Adjutant of the third Company, fourth Fellowship, surveyed the vessels. ”Are we obscured?” ”Our Sorcerors have successfully obscured our vessel. None are aware of our presence. In this system.” replied one of the bridge staff. ”Good. I do not want any interference from either task force. The followers of the Warmaster cannot be trusted, and the Imperial forces still seek our blood.” Ahhāk said. He took in the view. The vessels in orbit were in a stand off, they were half crippled from the fighting. ”I must enter the ennumerations, I will be in my chambers. If there is any change as we translate in system, inform me.” ”Yes, my lord.”

Ahhāk sat alone in his chambers. He sat amid intricately carved sigils and wards, wards he himself placed onto the floor. He despised the wards, but the flesh change had taken hold of him. Now, more than ever, he needed knowledge. He had to venture into the empyrean. He braced himself for the pain to come, knowing that to use his powers was courting disaster. The snakes upon his shoulders began to writhe as the psychic energy welled inside him. He closed his eyes, and his mind drifted from his body. He rose from his physical body, and quickly left the ship. He ventured from ship to ship in turn, taking in the situation aboard them. The loyalist ships were few in number, outnumbered by Horus’ forces, it appeared that ground forces were being committed to the world below before they fled the system. Principle among the targets, was a the main hive... Geigenhive they called it.

Ahhāk took in the thoughts of the Loyalists as he drew near.... Yes, he could see it, loyalist reinforcements were coming.... He would have to act fast if he were to gain his objective, a rare Luminiferous Resonator, prized by Thousand Sons sorcerors for the boost it grants their powers. But wait- what was this? Word Bearers? Ah, fools, thinking that they could consort with the denizens of the warp and come out the better for it. They never were a bright legion, too fueled by zealotry, fire and brimstone. But they had artifacts of their own with them. Great tomes, volumes on daemon summoning, on maelific words of power... yes, these could prove most useful. Ahhāk began to feel a burning sensation, the flesh change was biting at him again. Too long he had dwelt in the warp, too long was he using his power. He must return to his body, he required fresh blood for the serpents upon his shoulders.

As his mind crashed back into his physical body, the pain took him. As he convulsed on the ground, he schemed and planned, even now. He would fight on Geigenhive, knowing that his forces were ill prepared, but he also knew something very important, that he had surprise on his side, for nobody knew he was there, and when they found out, his enemies would have no idea whose side he was on.

Even as he lay there, blood frothing in his mouth, he allowed himself to smile.

You cannot simply interrogate a marine. They are bred tough, they are made strong by the divine blood flowing through their veins. They have witnessed countless atrocities across hundreds of wars. But in the Age of Darkness, some have been corrupted. Madness took hold among the forces of both sides, the Imperial forces driven insane at Calth, at Istvaan, and the followers of Horus... well, they aren’t exactly stable anymore...

Of course, some legions take the pain better than others. Salamanders? They have resolve. Death Guard wear it as a badge of pride. Iron Warriors? They’re more afraid of their Primarch than you. Word Bearers? Their faith gives them the will of a madman. Iron Hands think their flesh is weak, they become all but immune to mortal pain. Then... then there are the warriors of the third legion, the ‘Emperors Children’. They don’t feel the pain anymore, they feel pleasure. They are sick in the mind, corrupted by a warp deity, a Legion of madness driven solely by the pursuit of pleasure, and everything is pleasure. That makes them hard to break.

Ahhāk however wasn’t the typical interrogator. He was a son of Magnus, and the sons of Magnus have... gifts. Ahhāk turned to the sorceror on his left. Khunsā was preparing himself, calming his mind. A gifted practitioner of telepathy before the fall of Prospero, he, like many in the legion had only grown since The Fall. Once, long ago, the Thousand Sons each practised one field of ability. They shone bright in this one skill, and were poor in the others. Ahriman was a Diviner, seeing the future. Hathor could heal the body of all ailments on a whim through Biomancy. Kalophis, the light that burned too bright, a skilled Pyromancer. But that had all changed. The Thousand Sons now had mastery over all powers, a strange gift tied directly to their ‘patron’ entity of the warp.

Ahhāk put aside the thoughts. No use thinking of the past, there was work here to be done. He spoke to Khunsā, ++we need more knowledge, the traitors are attacking the hive, we need an edge++ ++yes, we lack the numbers, we must work quickly to achieve our goals++ ++and can you break him?++ Ahhāk stared at the warrior in purple and gold, chained down amidst the circle of glpyhs. The warrior had not been easy to capture, but the Thousand Sons were resourceful. He fought well, and had great skill with the blade, such a shame he lacked the gifts of Magnus’ sons, they held him back. So much for perfection. ++...Ahhāk... I will break him++ ++see that it’s done Khunsā++

As Ahhāk left the interrogation chamber, the screams began. Traitors, always so confident in themselves. The fool actually expected physical torture. Why torture the body, when you an torture the soul? Ahhāk smiled, reveling in his superiority.

The Hero Of Geigenhive

For his part in the Siege of Geigenhive, little is known what became of Ahhāk and the Thousand Sons forces after the traitor victory. Ahhāk's motivations were purely selfish, with the Thousand Sons under his command 'obtaining' numerous sacred relics and ancient texts prior to their vanishing from all records.

What is known of the engagement however is that Ahhāk's forces successfully turned the tide of the battle at every juncture, their fearsome psychic warriors divining the exact locations there were required in at all times, culminating in three key phases;

-restoration of Geigenhives shields, -the purging of Geigenhives sub-level radiation; -the sealing of the Geigenhive Category 3 Warp Rift.

No doubt, in Ahhāk's motivations were purely selfish, confirmed by the deliberate lack of direct aid provided to the loyalists, however, due to his surprisingly noble actions, the epithet "Hero of Geigenhive" was bestowed upon Ahhāk.

Combat Reports for L-XV-4925

Campaigns

Siege of Geigenhive

Battles

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