Perilus coalation and their truculent past
The first wave of Eldar was no match for Ozzy. The battle lasted a mere hour, but most of the Eldar managed to escape off planet. As they watched the last jetbikes dissapear over the horizon Ozzy ordered everyone to stand down. “They will be back, don’t underestimate them. We took them by surprise and they will be ready next time. If the rumors are correct, she won’t back down until they get at least a moral victory.” Frank laughed over the vox “HAHA. Whats your beef with her? And what’s the deal with all the pretty dudes in blue? Should have taken a picture for Drach to enjoy before his bedtime!” Ozzy sniggered but didn’t reply.
They garrisoned around the abandoned space station, some of the equipment still worked but the radar was down. Because of this Ozzy sent out Reavers to patrol the area so they wouldn’t get attacked by surprise. Frank and Ozzy sat down in one of the observation towers as the night fell across the dead lands of Rust. “Hey Oz, what was up with that Fab guy?” “Fabius? Well, a lot. He was once one of the Imperium finest Apothecarians, his black eyes once shined bright purple. One of the 3.rd Legions finest men. The Emperors Children wouldn’t have had their numbers without him.” “Sounds like a big time guy. What does he want with us?” So Ozzy told the story, the story that would shape their future in one too many ways.
“It was back in 796.M37, we, mine and Drachs forces went on a suicidal raid on a 3.rd Legion citadel. It went far better than expected and we took hundreds of slaves. One of them caught Drachs eye, no other than Fabius Bile himself. Drach; who at the time was the leader of The Coven of the Thirteen Scars; was amused to hear Fabius brag about his nightmarish experiments. Even though many a Astartes had had their stomach turned just by hearing the stories, this was but the work of a novice compared to Drach and his millenia of wielding the scalpel. Together they built the living and breathing Tower of Flesh still standing today because of Fabius’ elixirs and runes inscribed in the walls. To reward him for his help, Drach taught him his lesser secrets, secrets never bestowed upon a human. This, of course, did not go down well with some of the other Kabals and Drach made sure Fabius made it out of Commoragh before he surely would be assassinated. In the millenia to come they have kept in touch and worked on projects better left unspoken.
Fabius’ dear friend Lucius uses the same drugs we use and is in great debt to Drach. Even though Lucius is no friend of the Dark Eldar, he has found our cocktails useful, and Drach is not one to turn down a proud addict. To repay his debts Lucius agreed to share some of the traitor legions gene-seed with Fabius and Drach for their next project. I ordered this project, the Noise Marines has always fascinated me, and to have some under my command would increase my chances to start a new Kabal yet again greatly. But, as things often go in projects like these, it would not be so. We created 6 specimens, technically Space Marines, technically Noise Marines, in practice something we had never seen, or wanted to for that matter. The combination of the corrupted gene-seed, runes and Drach’s drugs, left them mutated and uncontrollable. Drach would spend years reshaping them, replacing their once perfect organs with remains from battlefields and dead slaves.
After decades Drach thought he had gained control over them, but he was oh so wrong. In ways unknown they managed to escape Commoragh and were not seen for 2 years. Then, one day, Lucius got a report of Laer being present in the outskirts of their third biggest Citadel. Drach, Fabius and Lucius headed there and found the 6 specimens eating the xenos’ spines. They dared not approach them, but just watched them finish off the last of the Laer. The 6 fell to the ground and gave no sign of life. They were transported back to Drach laboratories. One week later they all woke at the same time, staring blankly and breathing heavily. They spoke as men, looking around, questioning only the chains on their hands and feet. Fabius was amazed, they spoke to him about their past, their time in the service to the Emperor and how they used to fight alongside Fulgrim. To this day we don’t know what happened with them, but we do know that the Laer was used to create the first gene-seed for making Noise Marines.
The 6 had one big weakness, even though just as strong, if not stronger, than their comrades, they would envy them. By now, they looked the same, but felt imperfect. Again, they disappeared. They seeked out the Keeper Of Secrets N’Kari on Gheistos and offered their lives and service to Slaanesh in exchange for the Princes perfection. They were blessed, not in ways commonly deemed positive, but blessed non the less. They removed their body armour, and proceeded to cut their torsos thousands of times. They continued to bleed, but never bled out, the knifes went deeper and deeper until N’Kari made them stop. They were now deemed perfect in the eyes of She Who Thirsts and would now forever be in her debt, forever to make war on the Imperium, indulging in the resistance they would meet. Each bolter round would become a trophy on their skin and perfect their being. They then came back and joined Fabius’ ranks, loyal and determined to serve.”
Frank looked a bit baffled. “And I thought I was fucked up… I bet they don’t have tits like me though!” Ozzy sighed deeply this time. “You have yet much to see, but I think you somehow might fit in just fine where we’re headed with this.” Not much else was said that evening.