+++Penal Legions+++
"The Penal Legions are made up from the
scum of civilisation, the heretical, criminal element that is active on every planet
across the galaxy. It is the Adeptus Arbites who deal with these lawless souls, and the
best way is to send them to the Penal Legions."
There are those who serve the Emperor unwillingly.
Those that are disloyal and rebellious. Those that are willing to spread anarchy and
disenssion through the ranks of the Imperials. These men and woman are rounded up by the
Emperors police force.
The Adeptus Arbites, and shuffled off into dank dark
cells never to be heard from again. Those that are lucky enough, the toughest of criminals
are inducted into an oraganisation like none-other. The Legions Penatante, or the Penal
Legion as it is more commonly known. The Penal Legions ranks are swelled with the
undevout. Mass-murderers, rebellious PDF, thieves, rapists, and hijackers all form the
Penal Legions for their sins.
The Penal Legion is not an army in its own right,
but is useful where greater numbers are necessary to win the day. New troops have their
heads shaved and tattooed with unit insignia, and explosive slave-collars are put around
their necks. The collars are a disciplianary device rather than a means of turning the
troops into Human Bombs. The Penal Legions are part of a regular fighting force of the
Imperial Guard, and a commander who regards Penal troops merely as cannon-fodder and uses
them wastefully is liable to end up in a Penal Legion himself.
| "There are those who
undervalue the Penal Battalions. But they should consider this: should a man who has
wronged the Emperor be allowed to wrong him further? For each man executed is a man who
can no longer serve, and to fail in service to the Emperor is the greatest of sins" -Leman Russ, Meditations on Imperial Command, Book XXI |
| This Penal
Legion....Legion 999 was formed from the scum in the Segmentum Solar. Men, women and
beasts (unusual, yes...), prisoners all, during the Dark Founding, were gathered, and
rather graciously granted a trip among the stars with Crusading Marine Chapters. Many
agreed, and adventure and terror would be kinship to them all.......
Demitri lowered his rifle, 'damned
his foolishness on Armageddon, running from the Orks was folly. And whats worse was
surviving the Commissars Bolt Blast to the back. If one thing was certain the Emperors
devinity was involved'.
He had been placed among the thieves
and cut-throats, to serve out the rest of his miserable life among the legions of Penal
warriors. He was better than that. Or so he thought. Large of stature, Demitri had been a
Heavy weapons trooper with F Company 3rd Platoon 9th Armageddon Army.
Demitri clutched the Las-rifle. 'So
small' he thought. Nothing like the Heavy Bolter he used to tote. A noise followed him out
of past thoughts, a clanging from the claxon above his head. This had been a damned upset.
Everything had run smoothly for 7 months. Up until now. Now the ship was being boarded,
but by what? Screams were heard on decks above, getting louder. The fighting had begun.
Arbitrator Malux clutched his Bolter and beltched out commnads. 'Ah right ya lads, its
been quite a pinic fer you so far. Lets give these pirates, these scallywags a whipping
they've never had. Lets send em back to da ships they've come from' Demitri looked at the
young Arbite and grinned. ' Just a boy' he thought 'but devout'. The noises grew louder,
and seemed a bit discerning, growling? With that the Arbite released the blast doors, they
heaved open under the pressure of steam, smoke and fire. 'What a mess....' Dimitri was cut
short. 'CHARGE!! ya rabble...its into the mouth of Hell for ya!! ' With that the Penal
Squad lunged forward. Smoke filled the room and nothing could be seen. Dimitri grasped his
weapon tight.
Aboard the Obsidian tooth, Chapter
Master Kabal felt an emptiness in his bowels. The adepts voice was monotone on the PA.
'Penal Ship 305- mark Alpha registered Segmentum Solar overrun.' |
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