Driven by Vengeance

I looked over the Thunderhawk on the outside, checking for surface damage on its hull and engines but It seems I still have a bit of luck on my side, the transport seems to be in good condition, despite the scratches on the paint job.

Finish looking over the body of the transport, I went back inside and started to search for anything of use and what I found was only a happy surprise , "hello my old friend" finding an ammo box underneath a pile of scrap metal that must have fallen from the interior wall.

Pulling the ammo box off the ground I walked towards one of the seats inside the transport, wondering if Imperial ingenuity could withstand the test of time or at the very most not collapse under my weight this very second, now happy that I was not instantly sitting on the floor, I processed to open the ammo box, lifting the lid open as a lair of dust was flicked into the air and was happy to find at least half a dozen grenades and just over two dozen magazines of bolter rounds.

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After striping the ship clean of anything of use or value, that one ammo box was all that was left, but that was not my only issue, that beacon was still transmitting, the ship needed fuel and I needed more supplies.

I spent about two days searching the capital city of Isstvan III for needed resources I managed to scavenge fuel from a few downed aircraft, some more weapons and ammo but sadly no food because I highly doubt that any food of any kind would still be edible after the bombings and time that has passed already.

Being happy with what I had gathered, I decided it was time to investigate that beacon, please let it be a friend and not some ugly bastard that wishes me dead, putting the coordinates of the beacon, remotely opening the ancient hanger doors and making launch preparations.

A gust of wind brushed my face I looked up towards the hangar doors as I saw the rolling storms of snow that filled my view but what caught my eye was something that I could not explain with words.

The ramp rose from underground and among the hollowing storm of snow and ice there stood a legion of ghosts from the past, space marines and guardsmen in formation unmoving, unwavering in their position, with banners raised high, it is a glorious sight to behold.

The ramp stopped with a sudden shake, now level with the surface of a ruined city, engines roared back to life, and I started to check all the systems again making sure of my preparations and being respectful of the machine spirit that maintains these systems and protects them.

I have always had an easy time with machine spirits of many kinds, my weapons and armour has always seemed to have gone above normal standards, and because of that a tech priest of Mars insisted that I become a … Tech-marine, I wonder if my friends are amongst those spirits, epically Vibris "rest well my brother for you won't be the last but I will claim vengeance a hundredfold!" With those last thoughts, the engines surged with more power, almost leaving a blur of when the transport was on the ground. The army strong and mighty as it was hat no storm could destroy slowly faded on the wind as the promise of a fellow warrior finally put them to rest. "9000 years I hope am not out of time to find out what is on the other side of this beacon."

After several hours of making it through the poor weather of Isstvan III I have finally reached my destination, landing the Thunderhawk in poor weather is going to be a pain but I have no other choice, I steadied my hands bring it in slowly as I could as the weather tried to throw the ship off balance. Minutes later I manged to land the Thunderhawk safely on the ground, taking a moment of relief and made my way to the loading bay, taking stock of what I have and what I should take but not knowing what I am walking into I should air on the side of caution, taking a few magazines and a couple grenades.

Now prepared I lowered the ramp of the transport feeling the cold air caress my skin as the light broke through the opening ramp, I held my helmet under my arm breathing ever bit of fresh air I could. 

feeling the moments past by me, I put my helmet back on as I heard it re-pressurise itself. I started to walk out of the transport as I felt snow under me slowly give way, lets see what's calling, walking further into the snow storm still trying to track the beacon as best as I could still getting a strong signal.

I found my way towards a slight crack in a ice wall that was blocking my way towards what I seek, with all my strength I brought my arm back and launched it directly to where it would be the weakest, the ice wall began to fall apart before me.

Letting my eyes adjust to darkness that was blocked by ice, I waited to see if anything would make its move, if this was a trap for a passer by because I don't think that this is for me, after waiting for a few minutes now giving anything a chance to come at me and my eyes had long since adjusted to see, so anything that would try would be dead on the spot.

I walked through the entrance still keeping vigilant of my surroundings, I walked for a few hours for this place is a maze and the signal is bouncing around, all over the place which has probably made me walk in circles.

I started to map out the area more and more using my memory and what ever scans I could get, I manged to find what I was looking for, now coming to an area where ice and stone meet, I saw something really out of place for where I am, in the middle of no where and no civilization or ruins near by... a dreadnought! 

Getting closer I recognise the pattern of the dreadnought to be a Contemptor and to be from the third Legion, the Emperors Children! I rushed to the dreadnought hoping that it was who I thought it would be. Now a few metres away, seeing more and being more certain of my thoughts I said his name "Rylanor".