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You are Alpharius. A name that means nothing, and everything to the Hydra. Perhaps you once had another name, long ago. Perhaps you will use it again. Or perhaps not. You have thrown off the heavy cloak of allegiance, and who can say if you will ever wear it again? Alpharius is just a name, one that many within the Legion have taken. Alpharius can never truly die. Your enemies will be confused, and they will never know if they will see you, or Alpharius again. But for now you must not reflect on the obscure ways of your own legion, but the task ahead of you.
Kylon nods his head at you. A veteran of the Unification Wars on Terra, he is a formidable warrior, one of the best under your command, and nigh unkillable. He’s old, older than your Primarchs perhaps, though there are so many contradictory rumours and whispers within the Legion that it’s hard to say when exactly the Twins took command. Regardless, he’s seen horrors and battles beyond the reckoning of even the most hardened veterans, witness first hand to the cruellest and most ancient weapons from the Dark Age of Technology; or at least that’s what you can gather from his scant and heavily censored record. The man refuses to speak of those early days, either from the memory or some other reason you can’t tell. All you know for sure is that he had some strange skill or luck in battle, somehow dodging blows that even your best swordsmen would have trouble parrying, or moving from a position moments before it is blasted into oblivion by artillery or tank shells. You wonder if the man can be killed at all.
“We are ready, lord.”
