User blog:Commander Shepard 317/Rip & Tear: The Rehabilitation of 5 Lions Sable Assault Marines

Introduction
This is a blog that will chronicle the journey of five Lions Sable Assault Marines and their transformation from base-ness to greatness. The objective of this blog is to accomplish two things: 1) to help those that are in love with this hobby locate, buy, paint, and play Warhammer 40k without breaking their bank and 2) to provide some fluff around my custom Dark Angels Successor Chapter, the Lions Sable. Parts of this blog will be serious. Parts of this blog will be funny. And some parts of this blog might not make any sense at all. Just as planned.

So without further ado, I present Rip & Tear.

++Target Located++
''The motors of Brother Nemah's power armor produced a distinct whining sound as he stalked along the trench line. It had been a full day since he had watched the rest of the Unforgiven depart Cocytus I on the eve of the 1st Legion's greatest triumph since the days of the Lion and the Great Crusade. The thought of their departure left an acrid taste in his mouth. How could any true Son of the Lion leave knowing that those responsible for the Lion's death, those twice damned Sons of Horus, were gathered together in one place, ripe for the killing? He shook his head at the thought. ''

''Rounding the corner, Nemah saw the hulking, black armored form of his Assault Sergeant, Polyon. Gathered around him in a circle stood the others in his squad: Brother Adir, a swordsman of great skill, renowned for his finesse and form; Brother Efraim, silent and steady, the voice of reason in Squad Anaf and an artist with the flamer; and lastly Brother Zev, assigned to Squad Guela after his was destroyed by a traitor ambush in the opening act of the battle for Cocytus I. Polyon turned and scowled at Nemah; "You are late brother." ''

''"Indeed sir," Nemah said, supressing his annoyance. "The armory is running low on supplies. It took the serfs longer than expected to find an extra chain for my chainsword." Polyon gestured to an empty spot within the circle with a broad sweep of his hand. "Well, since you are here now, maybe I can begin my briefing sometime before the Lion returns?" Nemah's face flushed red, hidden beneath his Corvus pattern helmet. He took his place beside Zev and Efraim, indicative of his low status in the squad. ''

''"Alright brothers," Polyon began, "we have received our orders. The traitors are holed up in a structure called 'The Tower of Angels.' We engage them tomorrow. Tactical Marines, Devastators, and armored support will form up in a battle line directly opposite the fort. The Ravenwing will secure our flanks, while the Deathwing, High Command, and the Librarius strike the heart of the enemy. It is up to us, the Assault Marines, to stay here in this rear trench line in reserve. If the enemy breaches the main battle line, it will be our job to jump in and assist our tactical brethren in close combat. Any questions?" The entire squad fell silent. "Good," he growled, "the rest of the Unforgiven may have abandoned this fight, but not the Lions Sable. The may call themselves the Angels of Vengeance, or Redemption, or whatever Throne forsaken moniker they choose. But they forget that it was a Lion that led the Angels to victory, and we shall do the same tomorrow." A cheer rose from their throats. Nemah gripped his chainsword subconsciously, anxiously awaiting the slaughter that was to come. ''