Founders of secrets.

Founders of secrets.

Since the time of the heretical rebellion, he was therein harboring the destruction of Caliban. Additionally, the likely defeat and disappearance of the legion primarch Lion El’ Jonson. Descriptions outlined initially, having been cataloged in the Imperial records, were vile, heretical, riddled with controversies.

The extraordinary conclusions, within the ensuing inductions, noted creative scripted entered, replacing original records. Summaries of reenactments and explanations of how such catastrophe could occur seemingly simultaneously. The founder’s decision to commit to such horrendous misconduct wherein only to alleviate any eluded mystery and perceived deception within the chapter.

Founders of the circle, having been stationed on Lion’s battle barge and planetside during the schism, were all privy to firsthand accounts of what had transpired on Caliban. Consequently, the truth and therein, lined with many ill-favored suspicions. Wherever such damming counts proclaimed and validated to the wider Imperium, the encompassing departments, and there comprising the governing body.

Met with probable judgment, consequentially bestowing Excommunicate Traitorous to the Dark Angels chapter, and the objection of the Legion, consequently, contributing condemnation to its subchapters. The atrocities and planetary destruction, at all costs, must be kept preserved and concealed.

I.

The inner-circle was invariably composed of five incumbents. When circumstances ensued, all five members assembled, “the council” having to convene on matters of importance.

Extraordinary proprietors of the Legion are chosen and designated with maintaining the chapters’ secrets. Firmly secure the facade outline therein. Those considered extensively committed to ensuring the circle of secrets councils, guidelines, and requirements are fulfilled and achieved. Unbeknownst to each prospect is that they undergo continuous monitoring and rigorous testing.

Only the most courageous of the Legion’s warriors, was one who had displayed astounding charisma, and whose leadership is second to none. Additionally, a spiritual commander of unconditional devotion to the Emperor, and the Legion, surpasses all within the Chaplain’s conclave. Thirdly, a Chief Medical Marine, whose proficiency and unwavering courage, as well as a keen sense of duty, in relinquishing all pity, rendering no remorse, carrying out all mandates and directives. In each branch, only one is selected and deemed the finest legionnaires. Sworn by blood, failure met only in death. Distinguished with prestige titles as Chapter Master, Chief Librarian, High Order Interrogator Chaplain, Forge Master Tech Marine, Master Class Senior Apothecary, and lastly The Keep’s overseer, the watcher over the damned and fallen, the (Warden). Together these venerated legionaries are who make the (Council).

Senior Dark Angels, with a century’s proficiency, battle-tested, wars waged throughout the Galaxy, are carried forth in the Emperor’s name. Sowing fear and reprisal that is synonymous of the Dark Angels, while representing their Gene father Lion El’ Jonson. Covertly protecting, and retaining, the legion sacred knowledge, to pass down throughout the following generations.

II.

Each member is entrusted with possessing one of the five keys, designed to serve dual functions, not only in unlocking hidden access points to the (Keep). Appearance unique merely to the dark angel’s chapter, recognized therein, as ancient chapter Relics. First, of the five keys created was designed as a sword, titled “The Sword of secrets,” signaling the stature in commemorating the Chapter Master of the Dark Angels. Further two keys, where forged into iconic equipment’s, one a Rosarius for the Supreme High Chaplin. The other as a talisman titled the “Amulet of Silence “worn by the Chief Librarian.

The fourth key assembled is a medical cylinder. It has been crafted to be impenetrable and houses the cryogenically preserved DNA of the primarch, exhibited as gene code. The fifth key digitally designed is a navigation device that will grant absolution to correctly navigating and authorizing the vault and the Keep’s database directives. Navigating through the Keeps cybersecurity is a treacherous labyrinth, consisting of highly complex data protocols, encrypted with numerous firewalls, formulated to course mechanical malfunction, catastrophic machine failure, and elimination of neuron processors.

The uninitiated would never guess such iconic items serve an additional function.

Three of the council’s members are appointed with two companies of the legions most veteran warriors. Harold, as the Death Wing assigned to each company, consists of ten legionaries. Each Space Marine is equipped with the Legion’s most devastating armaments and appointed with the chapter’s fastest vessels. It also has six companies tasked with searching throughout the galaxies and stars, and when required, venturing into the realm of Chaos. Sixty space marines in total, Dark Angels by name, sons of the Lion by blood, their hearts set in exact their Primarch retribution. The mission is to find the traitors, destroy their conclave, and capture the Fallen alive if possible.

III.

The (Keep) is already placed on high alert.

Inadvertently unaware are the 700 Dark Angels currently stationed on the legions’ fortress-monastery. All oblivious to the urgency that stirs deep within the core of the Rock.

It contains seven holding cells and three cryogenic chambers, with two small quarters, the chaplain title, and the confession rooms. Once deemed repented, the Fallen are transferred to the reactor room, labeled ‘the purging core,’ where only the traitor’s ashes remain. These areas are what make up the entirety of the (Keep). Located at its center is the command/monitoring hub title (Vault). It is

a warning glyph, blazing red, located at the lower right corner of their retinal display.

Tech Marine to the Keep-

“Brother Warden, the High Chaplain, is within secured Vox range, I am patching you through now.”

High Order Interrogator Chaplain-

“Warden, the alarm glyph is lit on my display! I am making my way to the Keep.”

“Statist update, is it the arch-traitor, or one of the Fallen?”

“What protocols have you initiated?”

Warden to the Keep-

“High Chaplain, we have a possible security breach. The Fallen has been sedated for several days. To confirm, it is The Arch Traitor, High Chaplin. After running a psychological and physiological scan, the reading indicates “IT” seems to be attempting to communicate. The recipient is unknown, but it appears that itis conversing with someone or something within its cell. Auspex scan indicates no alien life signs are present. The Forge Master is cataloging the fiend reaction into the (Vault) databank.

IV.

The Forge Master is carrying out a diagnostic scan of the housing units, and the Keep’s Galal field. I have enacted, Protocol (Deep Sleep) initiation is underway. We await your guidance, and purifying confidant before entering the heretic cell.”

High Chaplain-

“Two clicks away from being at “it’s” cell. Proceeding with caution, I do not want to attract attention to my haste Warden. Heed not to alarm our Brothers.

Convene at the Arch Fiend cell door. Have the Forge master, enact the requirements in preparation of the cryogenic capsule immediately, understood Warden!”

Warden- “Confirm High Chaplain.”

Warden to Forge Master-

“Prepare the capsule, awake its machine spirit, enact your blessing. Do whatever it takes, just get that blasted machine operational and fast…! We are putting The Traitor on ice…”

Forge Master –

“As you bid, Warden. Note the senior apothecary is absent from the Rock. His mission to Sub Sector…”

The Warden Interrupts- “I know he is on a mission, Tech to the Keep! The nonattendance of the apothecary is documented within the Vault data log. His absences of duty, in medically preparing, and clearance of the traitor are highly perilous conclusions with the deficiency. I hold no regret in my cooperative decision. Tech Marine, override the capsules medical authorization, nullify the senior apothecary signature verification code. The ramifications of “It’s “demise, myself and the High Chaplain, have taken into account. Initiating the protocol!”

V.

With the Keep’s precautionary measures silently having been entailed, with the possible breach.

The High Chaplain marks his stride, as his magnetic plated armored boots, rang off the plasteel paneled floor—the resonating sound echoes down the ancient stone wall, thunk, thunk, thunk. The High Chaplin proceeds, through the corridors of the Rock. Hastily he selects the vacant routes as he maneuvers throughout the fortress.

The High Chaplain’s sensors, having cataloged every biological code of the seven hundred loyalist battle-brothers, currently station on the Rock notices something. Two Additional lost souls are registered, one a heretic “Fallen” and the other the notorious arch-traitor.

The Chaplain makes his way closer to his assigned entrance to the (Keep). Alerted when his power suit sensors pick-up, the bio signs of two Dark Angels, a Sergeant, with a newly initiated Astarte. The Chaplain’s display screen maps the legionaries’ exact position, just ahead there on century duty.

He is nearly at the final corridor. The Chaplain recedes his hurry pace, so as not to draw attention. He stops at the cross Junction just forward, approaching the hallway leading to his private chamber.

The legionnaires both salute, making the sign of the Aquila, hands in front of their battle plated chest. The young marine addresses the high Chaplain.

Legionnaire 1- “Superior High chaplain, all is adequate, no irregularities to report. Making way to the meditation quarters?”

The Sergeant Legionnaire slightly bows towards the Chaplain, an expression of respect while he grumbles at the young Legionnaire.

VI.

Sergeant- “Silent Young cub. It is not one’s position to question the High chaplains’ intentions… Emperor forgive. High Chaplain, the young brother, meant no disrespect. Newly inducted to the Legion, he’ll learn to report when ordered; otherwise, keep quiet. ”

High Chaplain-

“Youthful, are our candidates when they undergo the chapter challenges. We acquire the aspirants from hive worlds, tribal colonies, back world galaxy systems. Brother sergeant, the few inductees that succeed in our legion trials, are still but children internally.”

“I assure you sergeant; absolution will be obtained. You will further model, instruct, and help mold the young brother. Mature his outlook, he’ll be attentive, purposeful with achievements, and come to fully understand the 1st legions’ doctrine, rank-and-file.”

The sergeant makes a fist while he bends his arm at the elbow, as he beats his fist against his left breastplate, joined with a slight bow.

High Chaplain-

“Both of you take heed, I have cataloged your identification numbers. I expect you will be attending as faithful attendees, at this morning’s company meditation sermon.”

Fiery ruby red optics steady gazing at the young marine and sergeant. The High Chaplains customary skull helmet moving between the two, awaiting their compliance.

High Chaplain-

“Callow brother, reflect on your openness, focus your young mind on the emperors light. His hand will guide you through the darkened paths of rash youthfulness and one’s ignorance. The Emperor guides us throughout our journey in growth. He delivers us from ourselves.”

VII.

Legionaries 1- “Praise be! Many thanks, High Chaplain, for your insightful words. Apologies. I will be at the sermon, and be mindful of my superior’s instructions, and the Emperor’s guidance. I will aim to be an exemplary Marine of the 1st. The throne protects!”

He stands at attention with his back against the Corridor wall.

Sergeant Marine- “Yes, Sir, High Chaplain! Thank you, the cub will learn the ways of the Legion. Rank-and-file by the Lion’s will, praise the Emperor.”

The sergeant stands at attention

as the Chaplin assertively proceeds past the two enlightened, reprimanded Legionnaire’s.

He makes his way to the end of the corridor, stopping in front of the thick plasteel door, one of many assigned meditation chambers. This solemn sanctuary devoted to glorifying the Emperor, still just beyond the door, like the Legion, houses another secret.

The hidden multi-security scanner recessed in the stone above the steel door. It produces a short clicking sound, as the mechanism admits a full panorama green light. Scanning in a parallel sweeping motion, it courses across the surface of the High Chaplain’s solid green with black-trimmed hood. Underneath, his skull helmet is slightly obscured. The green light traces across the ridge of his helmet. The beam is continuing its scan, as it reflects off his red optic lens. Completion finalized, as the green security beam dissipates, once reaching the end of his mask’s chin bone. The verification of the High Chaplin bio ID signature and corresponding digital security glyphs hid in his helmet.

The multi scanners interface, computing with the lock’s mechanisms, hidden, yet still heard, are the multiple hammer’s sounds clonk, clonk, clonk as thick steel shafts disengage. With the chamber door unlocked, it shifts back 2cm then slides to the right, granting access. The Chaplin centered into his chamber, with the heavy steel door closing behind him.

VIII.

The Chaplain reminisces at the finely sculpted shrine. Measurements of the memorial being three meters in height, and two meters in width. Etched in the stone, is a portrait of the Emperor commemorating his son Lion El’ Jonson. The resemblance to when the Emperor of Mankind conveyed to his son the Imperium and the 1st Legion.

Concealed under his customary Chaplin robes, mag locked to his utility belt. The High Order Chaplin, reaches down with his left power gauntlet, armor fingertips, lightly grasp ahold of the traditional Rosarius. The backside of the relic demagnetizes, as he disengages it from his belt. Three black pearls and ten white pearls hung about a titanium laced cord.

Inherited from his predecessor, having been known only by the High Order Chaplin is the location of the secret slot, concealed within the calligraphy. Extended in his clasp, the Interrogator chaplain places the ancient Rosarius in the hidden niche within the stonework. There are several profound clicks, followed with a hissing sound, as large unseen locking pins slide out of place. The stone slab smoothly shifts to the right, as an infrequently utilized hall is fully revealed; stale vapors bellow out from the entrance.

Various circular lights recessed into the stone ceiling, illuminate to a soft dim. Ahead feting down overshadowed hallways awaits, the unforgiven, remorseless, unjust. Whom the High Order Interrogator Chaplain, deemed penitent, are lucky. The Chaplain hand to exact, and by his will, are they held repented, thus adding another Black Pearl to his collection.