A new army means new fluff. Please enjoy these bits of story that will accompany the building of my new Iron Warriors Grand Company!
I look up to the sky that I once looked up to in my youthful mortality. I no longer see the blue skies where my soul once soared but instead there is smoke and ash, the telltale of destruction. I cast my gaze to my hands. I can no longer see the dulled iron of my armor under the crimson. The blood on my hands, there is no pure water that can cleanse them now.
I look around and I see my foes slaughtered, their lives ended by my blade. Once these were my people but now they are either my victim or slave. I see my brothers standing amongst the ruins of what was once our home. The rage born from this massacre will never leave them. It will never dissipate but will be branded to our hearts until the last beat. The world around me is alight with raging fires and the songs of war & misery are deafening. Olympia is burning.
The ancients once spoke of a place of eternal damnation and pain. I know it well, for I am its creator, its lord and master.
She tried to struggle but even the enhanced servo muscles of her power armor were no match for her captor. They had torn away the power source and her armor became heavier each second. He carried her through the manufactorum like a beast making off with its kill. The facility had been emptied before their advance into the industrial hive. The defenders would not leave anything for the enemy to gain. It was a wasted effort as the Iron Warriors now controlled the entire world. The manufactorum bore marks from the savagery of war. Its walls had been blasted open in several sectors and its interior had been burned or utterly destroyed, perhaps from constant bombardment. The floor surface was covered in dust and broken glass after days of abandonment. It reeked from the stench of death and decay.
One gauntleted hand kept her wrists together with little effort. The strength in her armor was failing and he carried her through the open work stations that had been abandoned. She could not keep pace but that did not stop the armored behemoth as he dragged her across the manufacotrum. The armored plates of her legs scraped against the floor as with each massive stride the traitor astartes brought her to an empty corner. She did not have a chance to catch her balance as she was then thrown onto the ground.
Face first she landed, her skin being cut by shattered glass and inhaling dirt into her mouth and nostrils. With forced effort she turned over and could not react as she saw one armored giant pin her by the neck to the ground in a chokehold. Another appeared in her vision, it brandished a narthecium. She knew their purpose and had seen them at work. Now it was set upon her.
The whirring saw-toothed blades cut into the armor against little resistance. The serrated teeth became heated as it dug itself into the armored plate. She could feel this as the wrist mounted chainblade ruined her sacred armor. She let out a curse but it fell upon deaf ears. With another incision the torso portion had been cut open and was being torn further apart with armored gauntlets, being forcibly removed. She screamed as the narthecium continued to cut away plate after plate of armor. There was an invisible pain that stung violently for having suffered such desecration. She would grind her teeth when the segments protecting her arms and legs were soon removed as well.
With little care or ceremony the rendered segments were discarded and thrown to the side as they were taken off. All the while and she raged in anger as the sacred armor’s defilement was complete. It was only the beginning.
The Iron Warrior whose gauntlet wrapped around her throat lifted her. No longer under the protection of her armor and her flesh bare, she had been pinned to the wall by the astartes. The Iron Warrior who had brought her here took her right wrist and stretched it out against the wall, twisting her arm so her palms were touching the surface. Then he stabbed a nail through her hand into the rockrete. It broke through the bone in the center. She could not hold back the scream of pain. He did it again to the wrist and forearm as she continued to scream and then did the same to the other arm. Tears mixed with the dirt on her face.
She was released from her chokehold and felt the weight of her body being held aloft by her pierced flesh. Her screaming and anguish was palpable as it echoed through the empty manufactorum.
While wide-eyed and breathing heavy she did not notice the mechandrite slither and tangle around her right hand trigger finger. It snaked its way, wrapping tightly before bending her finger and every knuckle in the opposite direction intended in their design. Again she screamed before she could grind her teeth.
“You will not be firing a weapon in that hand anytime soon” rasped a mechanical voice. It sounded as though two blades ran their sharpened edges together. “Then again, I do not expect you to survive our little session” it said again.
An armored hand ran through her hair before grabbing a bundle and forcing her head back, so that she and her tormentor were eye to eye. Her face of scars, bruises, and cuts met the leering features of an astartes’ helm with red eyes like that of a damned monstrosity.
She spat blood and muck from her mouth into the armored face of the Iron Warrior. He was unfazed by such a trivial display of defiance. His vox-caster reactivated and before he said a word his breathing hummed loudly. “First you will be defiant. You will utter your curses and benedictions and fight back your screams. Later you will lose hope. I know this and no prayer to a false emperor will ease your suffering. Then as we continue I will have you begging and pleading for death. It will not come so easily” he said with his helm came closer to her face.
She breathed in the smell of sulfur and smoke that emanated from the traitor astartes. Before she could cough from the fumes she screamed again. Mechandrites pierced themselves into her abdomen and sinking beneath the flesh. A dozen had entered and began to bore through her taut muscles sending waves of agony through her.
“This is only the beginning mortal” he whispered.