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Chapter 2 - Angry, Silent Pain (Nevra)

It took me by surprise. I was not expecting Erika to slap me. She left me there, shocked and speechless, in the middle of the hall and she kept walking. A few seconds had passed, I could feel my blood boil and rush to my head. I turned around to confront her arrogance but she had already entered her room. Suddenly, Nevra appears with a guilty look on his face. That is when I started to understand what had just happened.

‘‘ Did she drink the potion? Does she know its effects? ’’

He nodded.

‘‘ … You did what was necessary. You helped protect this city. There is nothing wrong with that.

- It still doesn’t feel quite right if I may say so, he said as a heavy silent took place.

- As discussed, you don’t need to fill a report on this mission. It is better for people like Ykhar and Kero to never find out about what just happened.’’

He nodded as he drifted his eyes to his left.

‘‘ Good job for today. I won’t give you a mission for a while so rest yourself. ’’

I wished him a good night and left for my chamber.

The next few days, everything was like it always was. There were people returning from missions or they were about to go out on one. There was Ykhar coming to talk to me about the latest reports that have been completed. Jamon came to keep me updated about the guards and the circulation at our main door. Leiftan left to investigate about the human group although he should be back soon. I had sent Ezreal and Valkyon to deal with some diplomatic issues we had with neighboring villages. From that slap she gave, I haven’t seen her for even a split of seconds wandering the halls. She still must be affected by what had happened with the potion. One afternoon, I was talking with Ezreal and Valkyon to learn about the results of their missions while Ykhar was there to take notes for the report when someone came in the Crystal room screaming and pointing at me.

‘‘ Miiko! Are you going to explain to me why Erika hasn’t been out of her room for three days?! What did you do to her you mischievous fox, shouted Chrome.

- Excuse me?! What right do you have of insulting me?

- Wow! Totally avoiding the first part of what I just said. Typical, really. Are you really going to play dumb with me? ’’

I said nothing. I had no idea on how to handle this situation. I didn’t want to lose control nor let him put doubts in Ykhar’s opinion about me. And I did not expect Chrome to be not only the first one aware of what had happened but barging in like he did.

‘‘ Come on Miiko, why don’t you tell us what you did? Perhaps, even the leaders of the guards are aware as well. Should I ask them since they’re standing by your side, not even being surprised by what I’m saying. Ykhar, you look like you don’t know what’s going on. ’’

No one spoke. Everyone stood there in silence. As for Ykhar, she looked almost terrified to see Chrome the way he is right now. You could read her confusion on her face so easily

‘‘ Oh, I see. You didn’t trust her to know about this. You probably thought she would be against whatever you did to Erika. Should I call more people to ask if they are aware of your secret plan?

- That’s enough Chrome. Leave this room, I said trying to keep myself calm.

- Oh, I don’t know. Is it enough? Or do I have to persist until you tell me what the hell you did to Erika? He stopped talking for 10 seconds before continuing. You know, I just noticed one of the leaders is not here. I wonder why Nevra is not here and why he hadn’t been sent on any kind of mission lately. ’’

At this exact moment, Karenn walked in. She must have heard most of the conversation. She looked at me the way Ykhar looked at Chrome.

‘‘ What is it that I just heard, Karenn asked. Is it true Miiko? Did you do something to Erika?

- I’m sure she did. There’s no way Erika would be crying and shaking when I saw her in her room on the ground. This girl has been starving in her room for three whole days, holding a goddamn arc in her hands, prepared to shoot someone. And no one here gives a shit because no one except the leaders are aware of what’s going on, said Chrome.

- Now that’s not true. She’s one of us. We take care of her an-

- Bullshit! You’re the one that put her in a prison cell the second she arrived. You didn’t even bother asking her questions as to how she arrived in that room.

- What would you have done in my place?! If you were the leader of all guards and responsible of the crystal, wouldn’t you have panicked, seeing an intruder, a human?! Silence. I had no choice…

- What did you do, asked Ykhar. I didn’t bother replying.

- Answer her, demanded Karenn. What did you do Miiko?

- What was necessary to protect this HQ, to protect our people.

- By hurting one of us?! Are you serious, shouted Chrome. ’’

My blood started boiling more than ever. How could that girl turn the whole HQ against me? I was about to scream at them all to leave me alone before I could burn this place down with the rage I was trying to contain when I heard the alarm go off.

‘‘ What now goddamn it?! Jamon, could you go see what is happening? ’’

He nodded and left the room as Leiftan came in. He asked what happened and why were there so many people in the crystal room. I haven’t told him anything about the potion. We might be very close but he seems to care a little too much for Erika. He wouldn’t have liked the solution but we would have ran out of time until we found another solution to suit her. I decided to stay quiet about the subject.

‘‘ I don’t know. I sent Jamon to investigate the issue. ’’

Karenn started talking.

‘‘ Leiftan, I have a question for you. I know you were on a mission for a while but Miika might have told you something about Erika, right?

- Not at all. Is there something I should know?

- Stop it Karenn, I said as calmly as possible.

- So you don’t know about what happened to Erika? She seems to be starving for 3 days and, apparently, it’s Miiko’s fault. ’’

I stared Karenn down. I, then, looked at Leiftan. He seemed disappointed. The only person I didn’t want to let down. Great.

‘‘ No, I wasn’t aware of anything. It seems, Miiko lost her faith in me… ’’

I haven’t heard Chrome in a while even though he was the first one to start this problem. I looked over at him. He was lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, his eyes became larger as he screamed:

‘‘ NO! Erika, damn it! ’’

He left the room with full speed. My rage came back as I realized the issue at hand. Did she leave the HQ?! That dumb girl! She won’t last a day alone! I followed Chrome to Erika’s room. He knocked. No answer, no sound. He opened the door to find it empty. No clothes, no familiar, no weapon. Chrome turned around and looked at me with frustration.

‘‘ This is all your fault. ’’

He ran outside. I guess he went to try to catch up to Erika. As for myself, I returned to the Crystal room.

‘‘ She left didn’t she, asked Leiftan.

- The potion was very effective…

- Ezreal, it was the wrong solution even if it was effective, pointed out Valkyon. ’’

Kero came in running full with panic.

‘‘ Miiko! The alarm! What- He stopped talking for a moment, trying to analyse the situation I was in. What’s going on?

- Erika ran away and, from what I understood, there is a potion involved. Kero’s eyes began to darken. The thing is, Miiko doesn’t want to talk about it. And the leaders of the guards don’t want to speak about it either. It seems that no one else is aware of it, not even Leiftan, said Karenn.

- She came in the library 3 days ago. She was asking about the Lethe water. If I’m not mistaken, Miiko ordered the boys to help her prepare a potion to make her existence on Earth disappear. I’m guessing it’s linked to the group of humans that were about to attack the HQ, Kero informed us as he looked at me, disappointed the way Leiftan was earlier on. Sadly for Erika, there is no possible way for her to change what happened to her…

- I can’t believe you Miiko… How could you? She’s just a child. She had a future as bright as daylight in front of her and she was supposed to go back home eventually. And you erased everything. You erased her entire life without her consent. Shame on you.

- Ykhar, I… ’’

Everybody left. So did I…


I kept running and running. I’d say I even lost track of time. I was so tired from running and I had the feeling my mouth was full of blood. I decided to take a break for a few minutes by sitting on the grass. The moment I sat down, I heard a branch break in front of me. I jumped. Should I go back to running? I prepared my arc and got an arrow out of my quiver. The bush behind me started shaking. I immediately turned around, almost letting my arrow go.

Rocket: “You maniac. The whole ship is gonna blow!”

Yondu: “Not the whole ship.”

I just watched the end of the “Come a little bit closer” scene for the very first time and I suddenly had the distinct feeling that Yondu blowing up a ship as a tactic to get out and Rocket being shocked about it seemed familiar to me, so I went to look at the first movie again and would you look at that:

Peter: “Oh you wanna talk about senseless? How about trying to save us by blowing us up?”

Rocket: “We were only gonna blow you up if they didn’t turn you over.”

Peter: “And how on earth were they gonna turn us over when you only gave them a count of five?”

Rocket: “Well we didn’t have time to work out the minutiae of the plan.”

(Looks like Rocket doesn’t like it when the situation is the other way around and someone else is blowing up ships he is still on.)

This is not only a wonderful new parallel between Yondu and Rocket, it also says a whole lot about the personalities of the different people involved here.

This whole scene from the first movie makes me think that, for one, Peter is pretty damn used to people charging full-speed ahead in rage and the urge to destroy and hurt (because Yondu probably had those moments, too, when someone dared to hurt those he really cares about) and grew accustomated to be the one who has to do the quick thinking and work out the finer parts of the plan.

While on the other hand, this shows that Rocket – who was shown to make good plans, prison-breaking plans before already – really was in such a hurry to get Peter and Gamora out that he didn’t think out a plan at all and just went with the situation back then. Probably also because he is not used to caring for someone apart from himself and Groot, and was completely at a loss on what to do. But here, now that he is calmer, is actually aware that blowing up a ship is an absolutely terrible plan.

Whereas Yondu’s rage, here, is to be shown the cold and calculated one, rather than mindless rage. He has everything prepared to get off the burning ship, but also makes sure that there is no one left to follow them and disturb their rescue of Peter. Everything while he is still worrying about how to fight a god.


A+ character writing here.

Headcannon that Yuri Plisetsky is the WORST driver ever

I’m talking insane road rage, speeding and just general recklessness, and profanity, oh the profanity. Viktor swears that the boy makes up brand new curse words each time someone cuts him off.

Otabek won’t let him drive his bike anywhere with people, after a particularly heart stopping near miss courtesy of Yuri’s recklessness and some “dickmop” (quote Yuri) who ran a red light.

Yakov and Yuuri refuse to get in the car with him behind the wheel after suffering near cardiac arrest during their first car ride.

Mila is just as bad but Yakov banned them from driving within a 100 mile radius of each other because of an incident that Viktor lovingly dubbed “The Great Race for Yuri’s Honour”

When he picked Christophe up from the airport one time the Swiss was unbothered. Chris doesn’t fear death, he’ll probably seduce them. Like Chris Viktor is somehow unbothered by the roadrage.

Yuri’s first car was destroyed when he crashed it into a roadside tree after being run off the road by one of those trademark russian cows. Yakov and Lilia were hysterical, Nikolai and Victuuri as well. Otabek was the calm one but his chill was fake af. Yuri wasn’t hurt badly, just a couple scraps and bruises. He got a little scar on his left forearm and a two year ban from driving as a result, courtesy of Yakov.

However, he mellows out once Victuuri’s offspring enter the picture but on backroads late at night him and Otabek still flagrantly smash the speed limit.


Halo Wars 2 DLC Leader - The Arbiter (Ripa ‘Moramee)!

Yes The Arbiter from the first Halo Wars returns and boy does he mean business. Here is a breakdown of all his units and leader powers:

Leader Powers

Tier 1 - Teleport
Target own units to teleport to any location within range. Does not require vision.

Tier 1 - Stasis Mine
Deploys mines that stun and immobilise enemy units.

Tier 2 - Conduit of Rage
Whenever a leader power is used, nearby units and structures heal and gain a brief boost to speed and damage. Consecutive leader powers extend that buff.

Tier 2 - Plasma Bolt
Activate to fire a plasma bolt at a targeted location.

Tier 3 - Phantom
Gain access to Phantoms, allowing you to purchase them from your base.

Tier 3 - Elite Spirit Assault
Deploys four squads of veteran Elite Enforcers.

Tier 4 - Stasis
Places units into temporary stasis to protect allies or neutralise enemies.

Tier 4 - Power Surge
The cool down and cost of all leader powers is reduced.

Tier 5 - Mass Stasis
Places units within a large target area into temporary stasis to protect allies or neutralise enemies.

Tier 5 - Mass Cloaking
All owned deployed units gain a temporary siphon, speed boost and cloak.

Unique Units

The Arbiter - Hero Unit
Armed with two plasma swords, fast moving and have a rage ability that causes great damage.
Upgrade - Swift Fury - Increases speed, damage and health. Rage attacks gain health.
Upgrade - Conduit Incarnate - Activating special ability triggers ‘conduit of rage’. Reduces rage cool down and increases damage and health.
Upgrade - Arbiter’s Reprisal - When attacked the Arbiter returns some of that damage to his attacker.

Phantom - Mobile Garrison
Aerial transport for infantry. Provides armed support.
Upgrade - Gunboat Capacity - Increases unit capacity from 2 infantry squads to 3.

Elite Enforcers - Anti-Building
Effective raiding unit that is effective against buildings and have a rapidly-recharging shield.
Upgrade - Arbiter’s Champion - Adds a squad leader armed with a Plasma Caster.

Index Astartes - Black Ronin (Written form)

 “I’ll give you the answer to the question “What is most important to the heart of the Emperor?” The answer is, “To desire with one’s very soul every second of every day to accomplish His aim.””

Created during the sixth founding of the Adeptus Astartes, the Black Ronin have earned a reputation as courageous and just guardians of the Imperium in the millennia since their inception. The Adeptus Mechanicus birthed the nascent Chapter from the gene-legacy of the Iron Snakes, and it is said that extra care was taken when selecting the progenoid glands. No risk was taken for there assignment would be of the upmost importance. Some within the Adepts Mechanicus have made unverifiable claims that many usable progenoid glands were dispossed of in the effort to create the purest chapter possible.

Founded to defend the Ouroborus stars from those that seek to harness its energy to the detriment of the Imperium. The Ouroborus stars consist of three Rubidium based white dwarfs stuck in a equilibrium state with one another, constantly tearing material from one another. The intrinsic forces between them breaks the universes rule of motion, creating negative mass. While the Mechanicus has so far failed to harness such energy, it was determined that the enemies of the Imperium could not be allowed to try. For if they did, the fate of the universe would lie in the balance.

The Chapter’s first Master was an Iron Snake by the name of Pheus. He was known to his men as ‘the Blademaster’, and was possessed with extraordinary skill and talent with the sword, an expert in using his blade to defend the Imperium from those that seek to tear it down. When given command of the nascent Chapter, he bestowed the name ‘Black Ronin’ upon it, inspired by the events that unfolded upon Otera during the Horus Heresy. Hoping the name would inspire the same sacrifice and honour in his warriors.

Forty Seven Blackshields
“During one of the darkest parts of the Horus Heresy, Praetor Setesh of the XVth Legion, one of Magnus’ highest military officials was ordered to occupy the planet Otera, where they were tasked with locating the Kawari Kabuto Helm, a mighty artefact capable to turning the tide of the great events that were unfolding around them, an artefact Ahriman himself had narrowed down to the planet. Setesh’s secondary objective was to unravel the Ouroborus stars, and to determine the likelihood that they could be harnessed.

Planetary governor Asano Naganori, the Daimyo of the Planet was assigned in name only to assist the Praetor in any way possible. The meagre gifts Asano Naganori had presented did very little to soften Setesh presence in his lands. Asano Naganori had become deeply insulted by this but what was he to do, for he could not stand up to the might of these imposing giants clad in impenetrable armour, and capable of turning rock into dust with just their hands. No matter Asano Naganori’s approach, Setesh remained un-cooperative and scornful of Asano Naganori’s manners.

On the day Setesh learned that Asano Naganori was the only inhabitant to know of the whereabouts of the ancient helm they seeked, Asano Naganori only response to being asked where they were to find it was “You should have found out long ago, I am too busy to help you now.”

With his pride and his patience goaded beyond endurance, Setesh drew his sword in anger, lashing out and scaring Asano Naganori across his face before he restrained himself. For the crime of withholding information Asano Naganori was condemned to torture before being executing. However before Asano Naganori was able to be tortured, he enacted seppuku, or ritual suicide. That very day he forfeited his life, in belief it would be saving billions.

Whispers and gossip quickly carried the news of Asano Naganori’s death and the great sacrifice he had made for the Emperor. The situation was serious. Not only was their governor dead, but his lands and holdings were overrun and controlled by the fifteenth legion. The local inhabitants had lost all hope of this nightmare ending, with the little of what remained being in the prayers that the emperor would deliver them from evil. There prayers were not long answered.

An Imperial vessel carrying Legionnaires still loyal to the Emperor crash landed on the planet. Setesh redeployed some of his troops under his command from searching for the artefact to intercept the threat these new arrivals posed.

Giants clad in adamantium, scorched in fire, these soldiers loyal to the Emperor were outgunned, outnumber, and out positioned. There arrival at first seemed nothing more than arriving for their death. While many perished a small group managed to survive thanks to the bravery a handful of natives acting upon the honour and death of Asano Naganori.

Their survival drastically improved when news came through that the XVth legion was to withdraw and redeploy. While a blessing in disguise, from that news it was clear that Setesh had found the Helm and was preparing to deliver it right into the hands of Magnus himself.

This is where the remaining survivors of the crash, all forty seven of them prepared to lay down their lives to continue to give what remained of the Imperium a fighting chance to survive and repel the traitors they once called brothers. As snow sifted down on the evening before Setesh’s departure, the forty-seven Legionairres clad in armour as black as smoke met outside Tengu, then Oteras capital, and prepared for their attack. With information gathered from the native servants and artisans that had spied on Setesh.

Setesh garrisoned inside the Ninna-ji temple, the largest in the city. The black marines made their way through the city under the cover of darkness. Encountering very little resistance, the made their way up the temple until they finally made it to Setesh’s chamber. The marines clad in black made light work of Seteshs personal guard waiting outside his room. Inside Setesh unprepared to face any challenger in combat was still no easy challenge. One blackshield stepped forward and bought his sword down upon him for him to only parry it away with his strength and speed. The dual raged on between these two wrecking the room and destroying what would be now priceless relics. It was only when the two were held even with their blades was the Black Legionnaire able to grab Asano Naganori’s seppuku blade with their free hand and slice Seteshs throat. The Tyrant of Otera was slain

By the time of Setesh’s timely demise, Legionnaires under his command had organised and begun to repel the assault. Knowing there was no way of survival forty six Legionairres prepared to lay down their lives so one of their own could make it out of the city with the Helm, and hide it somewhere no one could possibly find it. It is said that one Legionnaire walked for thousands of miles to defend the Imperium. The XVth legion never found the surviving blackshield, nor the helm but it was not long without an established command, they received orders to leave. No Legionnaire loyal to Horus ever stepped foot on Otera ever again.”


Otera, homeworld of the Black Ronin is classified as a ? or feudal world in the Ouroborus system of the Ultima Segmentum. A small and impoverished world the primitive human population live on and cultivate small hilly areas. Upon the founding of the Black Ronin, the Oterans had only just begun to utilise black powder weaponry.

Otera’s settlements are surrounded by a sea of forests that are home to terrifying Wyrms. These beasts frequently descend upon and raze these villages to the ground. As a result Otera’s feudal nobility is heavily militarised. The warrior nobility that rules the planet have remained firmly traditionalist and prefer to engage in combat with their finely crafted curved, single-edged blades with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands. In fact many of the elders’ tales spoke of great soldiers slaying the Wyrms with those very blades. What they knew though is that these Wyrms were nothing in comparison to the Wyrms that roam the Scorch.

Otera was located in Orbit around the Ouroborus stars. The Ouroborus stars are three Rubidium based white dwarfs stuck in a equilibrium state with one another, constantly tearing material from one another. The extreme gravitational energy being constantly released between them as long since prevented Otera from spinning on its Axis. Unlike its dark side, which is covered in vibrant forests, and snow-capped mountains, the side of the planet constantly exposed to the Ouroborus stars would be classified as a Death World, rightly referred to as the Scorch. An Arid landscape with sun baked earth, and no living organism apart from the Mighty Fire Wyrms.

The Ronins Fortress Monastery Tengu is built on top of and into the largest mountain on the planet; a stratovolcano that on a clear day can be seen from across the entire planet. For the natives Tengu’s mountain is the third and final holy mountain. Upon being selected to join the Ronin, an initiate’s very first test before they may enter the hallowed halls of the Ronin, one must climb the mountain.

Records suggest that Otera has only ever raised one regiment for the Astra Militarium. The 1st Oteran Light Infantry Regiment, known as the Ashigaru for there light of foot. The data banks on Terra reference only one campaign the regiment was involved in, the Coral Heights campaign. The Light Infantry managed to climb the mountainous passes on Ghof to secure a foothold for the siege regiments to use as a platform before the final assault. It is assumed that after the succesful reclaiming of Coral Heights for the Imperium, the 1st Oteran’s were folded into another regiment.


New Black Ronin initiates are recruited from the warrior nobility of the native humans on Otera. Apothecaries wonder from Tengu from time to time to immerse themselves amongst the inhabitants of their feudal world. Challenging the nobles children sword duels. Invariably, of course, the gene-enhanced Ronin will emerge victorious. Those that display the virtues of the Black Ronin will be taken as their prize, back to the halls of Tengu; a great honour for the nobles of Otera. As a sign of respect between the Oterans and the Ronin, the young noble shall present their sword as gift out of respect between the bond they already share. From there they will undertake the many gruelling trials to become an Astartes.

The Apothecaries keep an ever vigilant and watchful eye over Otera, for if a native was to ever slay a Wyrm, the Ronin shall descend to collect the warrior, and deliver him from death by giving him the chance to serve the chapter.

Once an initiate has passed all of the preliminary trials, and prior to starting hypnotherapy as part of their transformation into a weapon of the Emperor, they are required to undertake the Test of Honour. If they return to Tengu successful, they are accepted into the ranks of the Black Ronin with open arms, and the remaining procedures are undergone to turn the recruit into a fully-fledged warrior of the Emperor.

The Test of Honour is is a unique undetaking by Black Ronin initiates. With their family sword returned to them having been reinforced by the Chapters artificers, they a thrown into the wilderness of Otera tasked with saving a village from a deadly Wyrm. To defeat the Wyrm the Black Ronin believe at their stage of transformation they must display the five qualities; loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honour. How an Initiate slays the Wyrm is entirely individual, some inspire a cohort of Ashigaru to assist them, whilst some are inspired by feats of great martial prowess. Whatever happens the Apothecaries are always watching. Those that slay the Wyrm without exhibiting the qualities, are assigned to the tenth clan to become the chapters scouts.

Battlefield Doctrine

Black Ronin have continued in the style of their first SeiiTaisho, preferring close combat over ranged warfare. This is further emphasised by the fanaticism of the Aonisaibushi, whose righteous ferver makes them impulsive and headstrong.

When making war, the Ronin will focus on one of two forms of combat. The first is orbital assault; where the Clan will use its drop pods and Thunderhawk gunships to perform a mass-landing in the wake of a heavy orbital bombardment. If resistance is still strong after this, the Ronin will land their heavy armour and launch an armoured spearhead against the weakest link in the enemy’s defensive line, using a multitude of Land Raider patterns.

As part of their dedication to the Emperor and their mission, the Black Ronin swear fell oaths of faith and protection. Before a battle, it is considered customary to renew one of these oaths, the particular vow serving as a focus on the particular aspect of their duties considered to be necessary to ensure success.

The Chapter’s armoury was noted to consist mostly of older-style suits of Power Armor and weaponary, a majority of which has proven particularly difficult to identify. What can be said is that each piece is increbibly ornate, the Ronin claimed they rivalled the works of art produced by the Salamanders chapter. Some reports even spoke of some nobles on Otera possessing a suit of armour worn by one of the original forty seven blackshields in the hope that one day one of their family will be selected to join the ranks of the Astartes and don their ancient heirloom.

Chapter Organisation

The Black Ronin have a unique structure that is notably different from a standard Codex Chapter. Rather than 10 companies of 100 marines, the Ronin consist of 10 Clans of varying strengths. Each Clan is based in Tengu, the Ronin’s Fortress-monastery and is led by a Daimyo, who answers only to the Seii Taisho.

Each Clan is a fully self-contained army, with all the troops, vehicles and equipment necessary to make war, as well as the spacecraft necessary to transport itself. They each have their own forges and customs. The size of each Clan is unknown but the Black Ronin is said to be one of the smaller Astartes chapters. As each Clan serves as an independent army, they maintain a much greater number of troops as opposed to codex companies.

Each Clan is made of a number of Space Marine squads just as it is laid out in the codex. However, their tactical usage varies greatly. Each squad is unique in that it rarely, if ever, will receive reinforcements, making the higher-level squads smaller in number compared to the lowest Aonisaibushi pack. Many Aonisaibushi squads could start with as many as fifteen marines. However, losses take their toll, and by the time a Aonisaibushi squad reaches the level of Chukanbushi, normally only 9 or 10 are left. This promotion is arguably the most important the Ronin will ever receive because it also welcomes him into the folds of the Brotherhood. As they age, further losses limit the squad sizes of Seieibushi down to just five or less.

Special cases may be made in certain or even dire circumstances to this process. In some situations reinforcements may be sent to current campaigns as reinforcements. Likewise, if a Daimyo deems an individual worthy and the rest of his squad is not he may elevate a an Astartes from Aonisaibushi to Chukanbushi. Normally he will not act in such manner without consulting both his first sergeant and the current members of the unit he wishes to transfer his prospect to.

Apart from this, a Ronin may find himself under direction of a Kodenbushi or a member of the Seii Taisho’s household. Some find themselves inducted into the Chapter Priesthood, Scouts, Calvaries, or should terrible wounds take their toll they may find themselves encased within mighty Dreadnought armour.

One of the ten Clans is that of the Seii Taisho, the Black Ronin’s Chapter Master. When the former Seii Taisho dies the new Master of the Chapter is selected from the other nine remaining Daimyo. Upon selection the new Seii Taisho, immediately embarks on retaking the Test of Honour, this time though, in the Scorch. Upon a successful return the new Seii Taisho’s Clan is expanded to include the household of the Chapter’s, Librarians, Apothecaries, Scouts, Techmarines, Dreadnoughts, and Chapter Relics.

Troop Types

Unlike a typical Codex Chapter, a Neophyte of the Ronin does not begin their service as a Scout.

  • Aonisaibushi are Neophyte Ronin who have just finished their most basic training and initiation rites, including passing the Test of Honour. They receive armament similar to Assault Squads in other chapters – a close combat weapon and bolt pistol, but they do not normally use jump packs. Instead of being assigned to a single Clan, Aonisaibushi are instead assigned to any one of the Clans. Their role is to charge headlong into battle, expending their youthful enthusiasm for battle on the enemy and hopefully learning the lessons of war that will enable them to survive.
  • Chukanbushi are comparable to Tactical Squad marines in other chapters and comprise the majority of any Clan. These are Aonisaibushi who have survived the trials on the field of battle, combat experience having made them less impulsive and thus less suited as a force of pure assault. In addition to their combat duties, the Chukanbushi’s role is to watch over the Aonisaibushi, reining in the worst of their reckless behaviour, and marking out those likely for advancement.
  • Seieibushi are the personal retinue and bodyguard of the Daimyo commanding the Clan, roughly equivalent to the Veterans or Command Squad units used by other chapters. Seieibushi are often the most senior and experienced Ronin in the chapter, though a younger Ronin may win elevation to the Seieibushi by performing an act of exceptional valour. Seieibushi are often granted Terminator Honours, though they make less use of them than the Veterans of other chapters.
  • The Ronin’s Scouts are Ronin that are recruited as neophyte’s who successfully pass the Test of Honour but yet to display the five qualities; loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honour, needed to be a Black Ronin. As natural loners, they are ideally suited to work alone behind enemy lines for long periods of time. Ronin’s Scouts are not assigned to any of the Clans. They instead answer directly to the Seii Taisho and are under their sole command unless assigned to a Daimyo and his company on an as-needed basis.

Like everything having to do with the black Ronin, this hierarchy is not rigid; the Ronin value loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honour, over seniority, and believe in advancing each warrior according to their merits.

Command Rank

  • Seii Taisho: The Chapter Master of the Black Ronin, the Seii Taisho is chosen from among the Daimyo, and leads his own Clan. It is customary for the Seii Taisho to wield the bushikatagi, one of the finest blades in the Imperium, that has a shard of Saint Asano Naganori’s Seppuko blade inlaid into the hilt. The final Seii Taisho is Sanada Yukimura who had held the position for only ten years.
  • Daimyo: each Clan has a commander (equivalent to a Captain in other chapters), chosen from that clan’s Seieibushi. It is their duty to organise their Clan, which adopts that Daimyo’s name and sigil, and often changes its battle tactics to reflect their personality and temperament.

Chapter Cult and Belief System

The Black Ronin do not seem to venerate any Primarch above the others, giving their devotion solely to the Emperor; Providing no further evidence to the gene-seed heritage of the Iron Snakes, their founding chapter. The preservation of their core values; loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honour, is the Chapters core belief. The Ronin’s devotion to these values over millenia has made them isolationists, scorning those who they believe are less pure or deviate from the Codex. When a brother of the chapter falls in battle, they will exhaust great lengths to retrieve the body, so that the lifetime of loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honour, the brother has bestowed upon themselves and the chapter can be venerated and recorded by the chapters Chaplains. They are also staunch traditionalists and protectors of authority, and are quick to aid Imperial governors or cardinals faced with rebellion.

The Ronin are also strongly influenced by their unique history as guardians of the Ouroborus starsa and protectors of its human population. Pheus founded a culture based on striving for the common good, and the Ronin are proud to uphold these beliefs. Where other Space Marines are aloof, and sometimes contemptuous of the Imperium’s “lesser” mortals, most Black Ronin are used to working closely with “ordinary” people on Otera and regard any human life, no matter how seemingly insignificant, as sacred and worthy of protection.They are also harshly intolerant when they encounter less altruistic behavior – greed, selfishness, corruption – on other planets in the Imperium.


The Chapter is noted for the purity of geneseed tithes which is stems from their belief in the purity of the physical and of the spiritual. Partial records of an examination by the Inquisition and the Adeptus Mechanicus Biologis claimed a purity rate of over ninety percent. The only flagged raised was of a slightly underactive Cataelpsean Node. It could be for this reason why the eventual Seii Taisho Sanada Yukimura so easily succumbed to the manifestation of an Emperors aspect on their second Test of Honour after five days without rest.

Notable Engagements and History

Over their long and illustrious existence the Black Ronin have bestowed great honour and respect upon themselves, the Adeptus Astartes, and the God Emperor himself.

Hive Fleet Rusalka

At the end of M38 the Black Ronin were called to protect the Scylla system, from Tyranid Hive Fleet Rusalka. The Scylla system consisting of numerous oceanic worlds vital to the supply of fish and fresh water for vast areas of the Imperium, their loss could prove fatal to billions of lives. Seii Taisho Hajime Masamune’s Clan of the White Tiger along with Yasuke Hideyoshi’s Clan of the Jade Dragon were dispatched to intercept and eradicate this Xenos threat. Hajime fatefully fell to the Tyranid threat, however Yasuke Hideyoshi would earn much honour to be annointed the Seii Taisho successor. Yasuke’s killing blow fell on the sea bed of Sirens Prime, with orbital bombardment pushing the creatures to the sea bed, their brothers engaged the beasts in combat, before retreating and triggering the underwater volcano, incinerating the last of the Xenos threat.

Gothic War

With the twelfth black crusade being fought so close to their system, the Black Ronin could not help but become engulfed in the years of war Abaddon and plunged the Imperium into. They were tested to the limit when Abaddon ordered some of his commanders to attempt to harness the Ouroborus stars with that of a Blackstone Fortress. Fortunately for the Ronin the Blackstone Fortress never made it to them, for if they had, it would have found the full might of the Ronins fleet lying in wait among the wreckage of Abaddons fleets. The Ronin had deployed half of their chapter to boarding the foul ships, the battle was only won when Seii Taisho Yasuke decapitated Abaddons lieutenant with Bushikatagi in single combat. As the Black Ronin disembarked from the ships, they programmed the ships to fly directly into the centre of the Ouroborus stars, where any hope of salvage was lost as their gravitational forces, to this day continue to tear them apart.

Ouroborus Perdition


You Save Him


Y/n and Harry have been walking aimlessly for the last few hours, just enjoying each other’s company. Their hands wrapped loosely around one another’s, their voices low due to the time of night. It feels good, just to be alone and having quality time together. They rarely got to do this, since they both worked such tight schedules and having university at the same time. It’s been quite stressful for the both of them recently, so to have a day off where both of them had nearly 24 hours of free time, they did anything and everything to make up for the lost time.

Harry grazes his fingers along the back of her hand, subconsciously taking every chance he gets to show her how he feels, even when it’s the simplest moment they spend together. 

“Thank you for this sweater, Harry” Y/n mumbles, shivering slightly when the wind blows even stronger than before. She can’t stand the London weather. “S’warm, and it smells like you.”

She smiles softly, because the scent fills her nose and somehow fills her heart, captivating every part of him she can. She always had an excuse to wear it, whether it was to bed, to go out for some errands, or even just a lazy day, but most definitely on days she missed him most, when he was too caught up at work and she was too caught up in school, when really all they wanted was to be caught up in each other. 

She’s next to him and she still craves more of him.

Harry chuckles, somehow pulling her body closer to his.

“It looks so good on you, better than when it was on me. Definitely made for you.”

Their walk goes quiet for a while, just consumed of occasional kissing and soft giggles. Harry admires her like this most, when she doesn’t speak, just lives in the moment and observes her surroundings. It brings him peace, to see her at ease. 

But suddenly all her easiness disappeared, her face draining in color and eyes widening slightly. She gulps, she should have known this would happen.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Harry asks, giving her hand a small squeeze.

She shakes her head, immediately pushing Harry behind her so that her body is blocking his. Fuck, Harry is going to be in so much danger, she feels it all over. She should have never been out this late with him, especially in a place like this, but she thought her past was over, washed away like all of the worries carried with it, but there is no way it’s over now.

“Stay behind me.” she demands.


“Whatever you do you stay behind me and do not say anything.” She says lowly with clenched teeth.

Harry has never seen her extremely instructive before, and has never seen her entire demeanor change in such short amount of time. He can’t really identify what it is, he almost wants to say she’s a bit nervous and extremely cautious, be he still isn’t too sure. No matter what it is, it’s panicking him.

“Y/n! Is that you?” someone calls.

It takes a while for Harry to register who exactly he is, but it doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together. Y/n’s fear, her extremely odd protectiveness of him, and a man walking alone at an ungodly hour. It’s her ex boyfriend, Channing. He immediately tenses.

Y/n just looks over at him, all of the flashbacks hitting her like a ton of bricks. It’s almost as if the world around her has dissolved into horrific memories, haunting her all over again. The eyes, those eyes, she very rarely saw them when they were her favorite shade of blue, glowing with every illuminating light. Instead she’d see dark, sinister eyes, shadowed from Hell. His hands, those hands, she very rarely felt them caressing her, holding her and leaving a tingle along her skin. Instead, she felt fire, around her throat, across her cheeks, only known to hold guns and cigarettes.

“Well I haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?”

“I’m fine.” Is all she answers, her teeth clenched as she speaks.

Channing nods, a small smile playing on his lips. 

Channing observes Y/n, how long it’s been since he’s last seen her, and how much more sexy she got. He licks his lips, looking all over her body. That body, the body of submission to him and the black and blue he’d left on her, he misses it so much. Too much.

Stop looking at her like that.” Harry spits.

“And who’s this, darling?” Channing amuses, eyes drifting over to Harry.

Y/n immediately blocks Harry’s body even more, pushing him farther back as much as she possibly can. Harry is confused at first, but does everything he’s told. Don’t say a word, stay back, and don’t move.

She knows without question he will say or do something to Harry, that’s how he was trained, take the prey, destroy everything around it, there must be no competition. All must be eliminated as soon as possible. His gang always did that, but she refused to let that be Harry. She will sacrifice herself to protect him, he can’t end up like that because of her, not because of her.

“That’s none of your business.” She spits.

He chuckles darkly, and she can see the blue in his eyes turn black. This is his most dangerous time. The transition. 

“It is my business if my girl is fucking a twat.”

Y/n’s anger rises the second the word leaves his lips. She always hated when someone said something bad about Harry, whether it was a mild comment or complete malice. Either way, it makes her blood boil inside her skin, she actually feels the heat radiating off of her when he makes his comment. Not her Harry.

She takes a threatening step toward him, look of hatred burning into his danger eyes. She would have never done this any other time, go closer to him than she needed to be. She would normally be crouched away in a corner, choking on sobs, drowning in pleas and desperation, letting him do what he wished. To voluntarily take a step closer to him was never something she’d even think of doing, but she knows his target is Harry, and God, if he gets her because of her she will never forgive herself.

“I am not your girl, and you don’t ever mention him again, you hear me? You can say whatever the fuck you want and do whatever the fuck you want to me, but if there is one more comment about him every again I swear to god you’ll be ten feet under.”

Channing laughs, looking over at Harry with an evil smile. Harry gets the chills when he sees the look on his face, it almost mimics a look you’d see in a movie. He wants to pass out cold the second he sees it, because it makes him realize just how serious the situation is, and how much Y/n has to do to keep Channing away from brutally attacking him at any given moment.

“Little sweets is getting all defensive for her owner, how cute. Too bad he won’t be around too much longer. I’ve had my eye on this kid longer than you have, darling . He’s gonna be a goner, one bullet to the brain when he doesn’t even expect it.”

Y/n’s hands clench in fists, her chest tightening from the inside out, her body shaking and brain scrambled. She grabs onto Harry’s arm, she can feel him shaking, his fingers eagerly gripping onto her skin. She nearly can’t see around her, everything is a blur and moving at such slow speeds. Rage is filling her up, building inside of her like a wall of stone. 

Her fist raises to knock the shit out of him, but he’s good at this, he’s dealt with this his whole life, he almost thought she was joking. He catches her fist before it lands on him, twisting her arm until he’s got her screaming in pain, begging him to stop. The desperation is like music to his ears. 

“Let go of her!” Harry growls, not caring what is going to come his way, making quick strides toward him.

Y/n notices Channing reaching for his gun in his back pocket, that he always had with him. She thinks of losing Harry, Harry being murdered, Harry never going to be there when she wakes up, when she falls asleep, Harry never going to finish his school work and become a doctor like he dreamed of. She will ever be there to give him kisses, give him all she has ever had, be there for him when he feels he has no one else, no, it all hits her so fast. And before she has time to register it, Y/n has knocked Harry onto the ground when she sees Channing aim for Harry before pulling the trigger, so that the bullet goes straight for her.

Fuck!” she screams, falling to the ground the second the bullet is shot.

Pain. All she feels is pain. Everywhere, as if he kept shooting her. Blood is pouring out from the wound, her right hand immediately grabbing where the damage has been done, she shoulder unable to make any movement. She’s in so much pain she doesn’t know what to do to herself, her back squirming off the ground, constant screams and sobs leaving her mouth.

Harry stares at her completely horrified, frozen in place, because he has absolutely no idea what to do. His love is sobbing on the ground, all because she didn’t want him to be in harm. She literally took a bullet for him. She risked her life for him. She was willing to die so that he can live. What? Why would she do that?

He watches as Y/n sobs in pain, he can tell she’s growing more and more faint by the way her movements slow down and the way her fingers begin to shake. She’s still screaming, even louder than before, probably having flashbacks of what just happened. The sound terrifies him, it breaks him down when he hears her like that, and he can’t help but blame himself.

“Y/n, baby.” He chokes out, bending down to hold her.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Channing growls, and Harry immediately stops moving when he hears the click of the gun.

He looks up slowly to where Channing is standing, the front of the gun pointed directly to his head. He gulps, nodding his head, obliging to everything he  orders. He sits up, lifting his arms above his head, almost as if showing he won’t do anything against his demands.

Y/n is still in shock, still quivering from the bullet, still surrounded by pain, but she registers the situation unfolding in front of her. There is no way she can save Harry like this, when parts of her aren’t working and her brain is scrambled, but she knows he won’t stop until he kills Harry, and the thought hurts her more than the bullet.

Y/n looks up at Harry, who is trying to keep his composure while Channing watches his every move, flinching when he makes any sudden movements with the gun. He slowly diverts his eyes to her, making sure to look back up at Channing every couple of seconds.

“Run” Y/n mouths at him, before lifting her head back up.

“Channing,” Y/n whispers, “baby.”

His head snaps down to look at her, and since his focus is now on her, she can already see his arm getting tired being out in front of him. 

She looks so vulnerable, he doesn’t show it, but he wants to take a bullet himself for having shot y/n. But he didn’t mean to, he wanted to shoot off Harry so that Y/n would have no choice but to go back to him. He’d shot Harry dead if he was in Y/n’s position now, but he’s not, it’s Y/n, and he wants to kill himself because of this.

“Y/n..” he breathes out, his tensed body suddenly relaxing, his posture merely gone and hand loosely around the gun.

She feels disgusting, but she has to do this.

“Baby, come here, don’t waste your time on him, he’s not worth it. I miss you. I never told you, but I miss you so much. I can’t live without you. I’m sorry you had to find out like this, Harry,” she looks up, sending him a look to not believe a word she’s saying, but she didn’t have to, he knows what she’s going, “But Channing was always the one for me.”

Channing lets out a long breath, his arm falling to his side before stumbling his way toward her. She flinches every step he takes, but keeps her body still when he brings his body on top of hers.

She can see Harry slowly backing away from them, slowly preparing to run away from the scene. But he was making it too obvious, and it was only a matter of time before Channing caught on to it. She begins to panic, so she does the first thing she can think of to distract him. She grabs Channing’s face in between her hands and forces his lips against hers. He’s going rough on her, like he always has, teeth hitting against hers, tongue licking every part of her mouth, she starts crying. She suddenly feels the need to pass out, she’s still in pain, and she feels disgusting. The only thing pulling her through is the thought of protecting Harry.

Harry moves quickly to leave the scene, but not too far, he can’t leave his baby alone, especially in this situation. Oh, what she must be going through. She’s doing so much for him, he knows, and it makes him cry just how much she’s willing to harm herself to protect him. He doesn’t like it, not one bit, he’d rather be the one hurt, hell, he’d rather be the one killed than having Y/n go through something like this. Not her, not his girl.

Y/n runs the tips of her fingers down Channing’s arm, lightly drawing circles so it doesn’t seem too suspicious. But she eventually goes down enough to grab the gun out of his hand. Channing pushes her away from him.

“YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BITCH!” He roars, immediately slamming his fist into her jaw.

“God, fuck!” she yells, spitting out the blood from the impact. She is nearly knocked out completely, too weak to defend herself, but she shakes her head to regain orientation. She has to do this.

His hands immediately try to grab the gun back from her, but her adrenaline kicks in, and she appears to be putting up a stronger fight than she thought. 

“Fucking cunt. I knew I beat the living shit out of you for a reason. I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

While still fighting dominance for the weapon, he pulls the trigger as a way to scare her, make her flinch, loosen her grip so that he can find that sone of a bitch and watch is brains spill out, as a way to warn her, but didn’t plan on it shooting her in the leg.

Y/n screams louder than the first time, the pain and the agony starting all over again. She suddenly gets a feeling that she’s going to die, that this is her last night of being alive, and all she can think about is Harry.

The thought of him somehow gives her enough power to pull the gun from Channing’s grip, and the color drains completely from his face. She wastes no time to shoot him in the chest, one, two, three times. He’s gasping for air, his body convulsing, and for just a split second, his face falls with guilt and fear. He ends up falling limp on top of her, his blood pouring onto her clothes, body shaking against her. She screams again, choking on heavy cries. She needs time to register what just happened, how she just killed someone. 

Harry can hear the gun shots where he is, and he feels his body giving out on him. His Y/n, no, God, no, not his Y/n. He falls onto his knees, his head laying in his hands as he starts sobbing into them. He knows she would never kill someone, no matter what the circumstance. He had to have killed her, and the thought makes him throw up everything in his stomach onto the ground.

“NO!” He screams, hitting the heel of his hand against his head, “NO NO NO! NOT HER! NOT Y/N!” 

His throat is raw, his clothes covered in vomit, his hands shaking and continuously hitting himself. What is he going to do without her? He was going to purpose, he was going to live the rest of his life with her, die with her. How is he going to go home without her? How is he going to sleep, eat, wake up, live without her? 

“No, Y/n, no!” He sobs, resting his head on the sick covered ground in front of him, but that’s the least of his worries. He’s tugging at his hair, vomiting even more, screaming, crying, banging his head against the ground. This can’t be. it just can’t be.

Y/n hears his screaming, she can hear the pain and the worry wrapped in each word. Her Harry, she needs to get to her Harry. So she drags her half broken body toward the screaming that hasn’t even shown signs of settling down. She passes out at the end of each pull of her body, just for a couple or seconds or so.

“Harry” Y/n whispers when she can make out his figure around the corner. 

Harry snaps his head up, and he swears his breath is taken away when his eyes land on her bloody, broken, faint body.

“Oh, Y/n!” He cries, relief washing away all of the past emotions. He’s quick to grab her, gently, bringing her body against his. He can’t stop crying, he can’t stop kissing her, petting her, pulling her closer. He can feel her panicking, her body going into shock. She starts crying, falling in and out of consciousness, her body having spasms whenever she has flashbacks. 

“Here, sh sh sh, I’ve got you. I’m gonna get you fixed up, I’m gonna bring you to the hospital, and I’m gonna contact the police. Just stay with me.”

“Imgontry” she slurs.

Her eyes keep rolling to the back of her head, her breathing keeps slowing, and she keeps going into mini seizers. Harry is trying to stay calm, but seeing her like this, he can’t help but start sobbing all over again. He rips his shirt in half, wrapping each half around each bullet wound, attempting to regulate the blood in her shoulder and leg.

“My God, Y/n” Harry cries, leaning down to kiss her lightly, “thank you for saving me, it’s my turn now.”

anonymous asked:

Omg what are your favorite headcanons for Nathan??

~Nathan is horrible at video games (and of course Warren teases him about it)
~Nathan has horrible road rage and speeds far too often
~he sends goofy selfies on snapchat 24/7 lmao
“chek out dis new bong i got frum 420blazeit.com”
“sum1 do body shots with me i got a shitload of tequila *peace sign*”
~Nathan is a secret slut for chicken mcnuggets and buys those 20 packs, inhaling them all at once
~he’ll text vic at 3 in the morning when he’s having a panic attack or breakdown and she is always fucking there for him (except when she’s too drunk from a vortex club party to hear her phone)
~he and Vic go up to Portland sometimes for hipster shopping trips
~his hands/knuckles are always bruised and scabbed up because he punches walls and other things when he’s upset
~Nathan has a huge!! sweet tooth!!
~Warren bought Nate a bunch of nerdy underwear like spiderman boxers and he wears them more than he’d like to admit (and not just bc he knows Warren thinks it’s hot)
~his older sis is always texting him and sending him pix even tho he doesn’t always reply
~Nathan gets cold hella easily and that’s why he’s always wearing multiple layers and sleeps with tons of blankets, and yet he’s still fucking shivering 24/7

Hahaha omg this is a lot and I have MORE but I decided I should probably stop here bc idk who wants to read my novel full of headcanons