Warhammer 40k(more or less sci-fi)

[Warsmith Dameon]

Before you read, please ignore all gramatical error's(not spelling), also this story is about my real life army i built and painted. This this is there origen story. Enjoy smile-big

Legacy of Iron, The 108th Grand Company The Darksteel Legion’s Origins

Prologue

At the close of the 40th millennia The 108th Grand Company was still Demon Princes Garthons, Conquerors. His fleet was still large and I was nothing more than a simple Aspiring Champion in a squad of Marines, and having just recieved my Servo-Arm on my way to lieutenant and then next of course Warsmith. I was stationed aboard our fleets flag ship, The Pride of Olympia, with my squad and of course our Warsmith Garthon, was a powerful Demon Prince and brilliant tactician.
Above the planet Darksteel,(although at the time it was just another unmarked world in the Eye of Terror) Garthon would make his last command as commander of the 108th. Upon routine travel through the warp back to Olympia, A huge psychic pulse blasted 20 ships form our fleet out of the warp including The Pride of Olympia, to this day no one knows what happened to the others but none made it to Olympia.
Seconds after exiting the warp into real space we were confronted by a Ulthwe Strike Force of unparalleled size, it must have outnumbered our fleet by 3 to 1 in just ships alone, after a brief exchange of fire almost all of our ships were destroyed and only 3 were left, The Pride of Olympia, Garthon’s Sword, and Demon Destroyer, all of which were criticaly crippled and drifting towards the near by planet. Only a few Eldar ships fallowed in persuit, why the whole fleet didn’t destroy us was a mystery to us, right before we entered the planets atmosphere, Demon Destroyer took a fatal lance shot in the hull and detonated causing multiple hull breaches in The Pride of Olympia, including the bridge, once we entered the atmosphere the few fallowing Eldar ships broke off, at the time I still had no idea what was happening, I was in the Cargo hold with my men waiting it out.
During entry the bridge reached a temperature or 8,000 degreesC. Everyone aboard it was vaporised after being exposed to that for 30 minutes during entry, except Garthon who was “welded” unto his command chair. We landed in the mountainous regions of the southern continent, where Sword landed or even if it did is unknown, but after landing the first thing I did was run to the bridge to see what was going on. When I pried through the doors with my servo-arm and a powerfist I “found” around a dead marine, I was shocked at what I saw, the sheer and total destruction of the bridge of The Pride was unbelievable, even for someone who saw Garthon “convince” the people of Marglu V to become his slave laborers, the first thing I did was run over to Garthon’s chair to see if he survived(although at the time the chances were almost zero I still thought he was alive and well). When I found him over 60% of his body has fused with the Throne and he was dying slowly due to lack of body functions, he barley was able to register my presence sence having his eyes burned out of his sockets, he could only listen to me but as soon as I appeared in front if him he muttered my name, “Dameon, is that you?”, “Yes” I replied, relieved to see my Warsmith, alive for now. The next thing he said would change me forever and guide my future to greatness if I should live long enough, he said, “Dameon, I have fallen, *cough* you are now The Warsmith of the 108th, they are no *cough* the Garthon Conquerors.” he pauses to catch his breath and hock up a suprising amount of blood, “they are yours now Warsmith Dameon, make us proud to be Iron Warriors,” with those last words Garthon, Demon Prince, Warsmith of the 108th Grand Company, our leader died. “Well enough about the past,” I said to my self as I lay in my bed. Its been three days sence the crash and my promotion, “well I better get to work we need a way to at least look for food and suplies.”

Well there is the Prologue! I dont think i can wright that well so give my your impute, constructive or otherwise, i'll appreciate it!/(:cry myself to sleep. JK)
Also if you want more just tell me ill post up the other chapters

[Benny]

It needs alot more detail, right now you're kind of jumping from one bit to another without explaining it properly.

Also, why were 'you' a daemon in a marines army, I don't think I read anywhere it was a Chaos army and if so... 'Demon Destroyer'? That doesn't make sense.

[Warsmith Dameon]

Daemons are in Choas Space Marine army's but 'Daemon Destroyer' was called that because
1. I couldnt think of anything else. 2. Iron Warriors, dont trust or use daemon's and prefer using tank's cause daemons can be unreliable.

Chaos army's are the evil of Warhammer so they have Daemon's

Ok thanks for the advice.

Here is part:2 it might be better, i wrote other one when i was more asleep then this one. Everychapter was written at 12pm+ on a school night so they might be a little different form eachother

Chapter 1:Recovery

“Warsmith........Warsmith Dameon, where are you.” The voice rang out from down the corridor, “What this better be important,” I replied to the unknown caller. It replied, “I, Brother Mekiel wish to speak to you about something.” I quickly replied, “Enter, what is it.” “Uh Warsmith, um my troops are woundering what we should do about Sword of Garthon.” “What do you have in mind,” I paused for a second “that we do? I have thoroughly thought about it the past 3 days, all I came up with was send 2 squads out with the 2 surviving rhinos to travel to there estimated point of collision.” “That sounds like a excellent idea Dameon” replied Mekiel. “Sorry sir I mean Warsmith Dameon.” I node my acknowledgment to his mistake and then he continues, “Sir I would like to volunteer my squad to go.” “No, Mekiel your squad wouldn’t do well in the environment of the rhino’s mobile combat, thats why I suggest sending Draco’s and Joesun’s squads.” Then with a puzzled look on Mekiels face he asked,”Draco are you sure he just made it to Champion are you sure he can “handle it” I mean Fasthon left some big boot’s to fill.” “Im sure he can handle it I mean they may be rowdy but the can get serious if the need to for the Warsmith. Plus with his powerfist’s ‘adjustments’ he can handle almost anything. Now go get Draco and Joesun here I need to have a word with them” I answered. “Yes, Sir” and with a crisp salute Mekiel left.
Later Draco and Joesun arrived at my makeshift command center/room. “Aspiring Champions Draco and Joeson reporting.” Said the Champions with clean salutes. “Hmm, so are you aware of the situation at hand men?” I asked. “Yes Warsmith, we are aware and we both accept the mission.” They replied. “Good, now avoid confirmation with the locals unless unavoidable or necessary, but don’t just start firing unless they are armed because the locals might know where Sword is. Is that clear.” They both nodded “good” I said, “dismissed” As they were leaving I was woundering to my self weather or not this was such a good idea, well, oh well I had more pressing matter’s like rationing our supplies and reorganizing squads without leader and such. Sense we only have roughly 300 survivors out of 10,000(excluding the 5,000 slaves which surprisingly 900 made it out alive 250 of them birthers) who were on this ship and the fact that the only running vehicles we have are a pair of rhinos is not good.
At dawn the pair of rhinos carrying 10 marines each set off west towards the estimated position of Sword. After that ordeal I decided it was time to do what we Iron Warriors do best, fortify our position. Sense I don’t know if the Eldar landed and are coming after us or if the locals of this god forsaken planet(which we appropriately named Planet Darksteel because of the local metallic substance) were hostile, so I decided to build the 108th , 4th planet keep, called Fortress Garthon(to honor our ex-leader).
After a weeks work it was starting to take shape as an actual keep. We have yet to see anything alive. We also found out that this metal, Darksteel was incredibly strong and hard to work with, sense it wa sthe only local resource we had, we used it. I also assigned a few people the task rebuilding our vehicles out of darksteel. So far we have encountered no problems besides the just pure strength of darksteel was using up or forges fuel to no end, oh well we need a fortress and tanks or well we’d be fraked.
After about 5 days we got our first message form the rhinos, “no encounters yet, we’ve traveled roughly 8,000 kilos. We reached the foothills of the mountain range but its still made of hard rock with patches of darksteel every once in awhile. According to our mapslate we are about 3,000 kilos from the west continent we will proceed in hope of finding Sword of Garthon, this is Draco, out.” “Was that the whole message?” I asked our vox man Desolita. “Yes, Warsmith it was received 30 minutes ago before your viewing.” I nodded in acknowledgment. I turned to leave when an urgent message came in, “Base, base we f-f-found life and its h-h-hostel, were engaging I repeat engaging!” The voice on the other end screamed wildly into the vox. At that moment I wondered what Draco and Joeson were going to do?