The Targons (OPEN!)

[Orkronos]

This post is for Organization and announcements.

Announcements;

WERE OPEN!

Notes and Updates!

Ok, well folks since I doubt most of you have a Blood Angels Codex handy I'm going to fix one little misconception some of you have. Now since the blood angels and there descending chapters have the flaw they have taken mesures to keep it in check. So Sanguineuis himself created what is known as the Sanguinary priesthood:
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Sanguinary_Priest
So in sort I have noticed some of you calling them apothecaries. Not to penalize anyone but just to inform, dont feel the need to correct previous posts.  

[Orkronos]

The Targon system is centers around a Gama Class star.

The first planet is known as Tamud.

Tamud is close to the Sun and has little atmosphere. With little mineral value it is used by both the fleet and the Chapter for Space to surface weapons training.

Next is Malufh.

Malufh is an important world. It is home to 3 major manufactoums and 5 hive cities to fuel the fires of industry. Along with countless mines they supply the Chapter with arms and the neighboring systems with mass produced goods. However the world has no atmosphere. But geological data sugests that it may have had one at a certain point.

The planet also has several military and civilian shipyards in orbit.

Next is Targon Prime.

Targon Prime is the Homewold of the Targon chapter and the Targon people. The world has one major continent that stretches far from east to west. The climate is temperate. with cold winters that last roughly 5-6 standard months. The land is dotted with forests and plains that are cultivated into feilds to feed the local hive cities and other systems. Some mountains are in the north and east but they are rare.

Two cities dominate the world. Alte Festung , or "Old Fort" in Targon was the old seat of imperial power. One of the oldest recorded settlements on the planet it was a massive fortress that the former planetary Governor held his court. Along with the main Imperial Cult Shrine it was the largest inhabited area in the system. It was mostly destroyed when the Nobility fell to Heresy but was rebuilt after the liberation. It sits far to the weat

The other is Hoch Festung, or "High Fort." This place was built out of the one mountain in the area. The Targon Chapters Fortress monistary is, while a work in progress, is carved out of the mountian itself and will one day replace the mountian itself. Around it is the new city built by the chapter for the people of Targon. here is the Main Spaceport, Colosseum for both regular sport and the choosing new initiates.
The city also holds a large and thriving market economy and manufacturing district.

Between the two major cities a massive railway runs between them witch is the fastest way to move between them. Around the continent are dotted countless settlements, this where the Targon people live and work. While some have taken to the modern ways of machines and mercantile prowess, most are still farmers and warriors who live simple lives and are slow to embrace new technologies.

Around the massive oceans of Targon prime are dotted countless uninhabited Islands Some hold planetary defenses such as missile and laser batteries.

Around the planet orbit hundreds of stations both large and small, while most are small weapons platforms and some are large Hab-stations.

The moon of Targon Prime is small and airless. It houses a major communication facility and planetary defenses.

Next is an asteroid belt.

The belt is inhabited with defense stations built into the asteroids and small mining operations.

Next is a large gas giant of Targus. With about 80 moons. Many of them are not only habitable but also able to sustain life have become productive Agri worlds. Others are homes of hive cities and manufactorums.

The Last world is Ludra.

Ludra is a rocky world that seems to have been in the process of terraformation from before the Age of Strife. With water and a life sustaining atmosphere it has had the first stages of Imperial habitation and is destined to become a Fortress world to house both the Non-Targon and Targon regiments of the system.  

[Orkronos]

In the hallowed chamber of the Fortress-monastery of the Targon Chapter. As many of the Brothers had long ago awoken and began their daily rituals and training. One slept. The Master. He slept in as was his custom. he always did this when something Important was going to happen, but he was not truly asleep. His implants in his brain allowed him to work on logistical issues as he lay motionless. But suddenly his eyes opened. He looked over at his Chronometer and saw he was a bit late to say the least.

He stood and ordered his servo skull to update him on any news as he adorned his armour that stood in an ornate dresser surrounded by incense burners and candles.. It was mostly mundane repeating of the daily schedule that he had learned to ignore. One issue of note was one of the new Initiates in the 9th company had insured himself during Jump Pack training. The master smiled and called for his sevotors to dress him in the last of his armour.

Once he was full armoured he ate a small meal, said his daily prayers and left his Palatial chambers. He greeted several members of the Chapters librarius by name as he passed them on his way to the Grand Entrance Hall.
The high walls were hung with battle standards of days passed, both from the Targon chapter and of the Blood Angles that were gifts from the founding chapter. The room itself was the largest on the planet. The long hall lined with pillars intricately decorated and the long oblonged dome that ran its length was painted in a massive mural that told both the tail of the Chapter but also of Sanguineus.

He passed the massive gates of the hall to the Chapter yard. Here brothers could contemplate, meet practice and work on objects of art here in this arena sized courtyard. the high walls kept out the eyes of the locals and the goings on of the Brothers inside.

The master paused for a moment to see two brothers practicing wrestling. A crowd of 7 or so other brothers had gathered to watch.

The master would have watched but he had other things to worry of. Today Brother Belegon, the Master of the Forge, was to return. He had sent one of the Chapters Cruisers and 4 more of the Targon Naval fleet to escort him on his errands. But he had his resigns. He sent Brother Belegon to both Mars and Holy Terra. Far from the chapter and fulfilling important orders for the Master.

It had been quite sometime since he had sent him on his duties and he was to be back today, Emperor willing. He walked from the steps of the Chapters fortress into the streets of Hoch Festung. He knew almost all of the locals and was friendly enough to wave to them. He walked at a casual pace stopping and talking as he made his way to the space port. His cowl may have his his face but all knew him. he was the master, even if he was a might engine of war, he was personable, he laughed at jokes, told a few himself.

One little over sight caused him quite a bit of embarrassment. he stopped to talk to a fruit vendor and took a apple to eat. however he found he had left his coin in his chamber. he hurriedly ordered his servo skull to fetch it at once.

Once it had returned he made sure the man had his coin and they both had a laugh over it. But after that he was once again on his way to the space port.  

[Asmondai]

Belegon patiently waited for the call sign to board the Thunderhawk that would
escort him to Targos, his homeworlds surface, to meet his master to share the
good news of his trusted duty.
the old techmarine calculated and recalls the memory banks of
the tasks that he had done on this travel to Mars and, blessed be the Emperor,
Holy Terra.
For long he has not tought of ever setting his foot on the sacred planet where
humanity was born and where Emperor has His domain.

He shook his head from the memory and concentrated on his task ahead.
The sacred terminator armours forged in Mars and gifted to the chapter
would still need final, sacred rights and check up before they will be ritually
granted to the brothers worthy of wearing such a sacred relic.

The sacred data in his memory, which he has no accesses to but knows
what it is and how important it will be, needs to be given to Targos Forge Masters care,
to grand them the knowledge to manufacture the greatest warmachine
the Imperium of Man has ever seen, aswell the overall layout and tactical
information of such machine be gifted to master of the chapter.

The techpriests that joined him on this sacred task only knows bitz and
pieces of such machines creation, to fufill the task they only are trained
and skilled to do.
He has all the knowledge in his mind, but only the Forge Master may posses
and see it.

The vox-units came to life, signalling the soon departure of a Thunderhawk.
Belegon rose from his chair, making his way to the hangar-bay to join
with the other techpriests and personells who would land to the planet.

Memory and Logic didn´t fail him, he had arrived to the waiting Thunderhawk
in a lesser time then would have taken.
He greets his fellow servants of Omnissiah before they all enter and strapped
themself to their chairs and waited for the machine to take them to
planets surface.  

[Orkronos]

The master walked through the stone covered streets. Passing through allies covered in shadows from overhanging clotheslines and awnings.

He was interrupted however. Some children were playing a game on the side walk that lay in his path. the children, so locked in the game did not notice the massive man looming over them. Once they had finished they turned to him. looking up in awed silence.

"Afternoon." bellowed the man monster as he then walked past them to the spaceport once more.

As he walked he could see the blood red Thunderhawk shoot between the clouds to the spaceport's spire.

"Looks like he is on time after all..." the master muttered to himself as he walked up the steps of the space ports main terminal.  

[Asmondai]

Techmarine was focust to his own mind,
still keeping his thoughts on tasks ahead that requiers his attencion,
failing to notice the Thunderhawk passing the stratos-sphere and clouds,
preparing for landing sequens on the star-port.

Report to Master,
check on Land Raider and Brother Beril´s final tests before allowing him
to join the battles in his new sacred form,
an iconic dreadnought.
Deliver the information to Forge Master.
Task logged and timed.

He wakes from his toughts and notices the ship landing soon,
chanting rites of save landings for the crew to please the machine spirit,
the rest of the techpriest within the ship joining his prayers.  

[Thy_obsessive_freak]

Gotten over with rituals today, Markus O'Reilly wasn't in the mood for training, all he was, was in a bad mood, as he kept becoming more and more. All he right now did was patrol the Monastery and the outside, in power armour, without his helmet, allowing his long drooped hair and fringe wave side to side in front of him. His face brooded forward and his lips were tightly crunched together in bitterness.

He was followed by three of his squad members, who felt they weren't in the mood for training either and choose to follow their sergeant. However they kept a respectful hound distance as they could tell he wasn't in the mood to talk at the very least.

But as O'Reilly made his way through the corridors, darkened by the tall concrete crafted buildings that shaded over, located in one of the middle class districts, something came to him. He looked up at the cube corner of the house, where the sun's shine focused. The way its heat penetrated against the solid material in arrogance to burn it, minded him of that day.

He saw one of the mighty monuments, Larfarngun, a statue that depicted one of their homeworld's greatest artists, that had stood the test of time for five hundred years and had taken many more to build. Had been wiped off this world with one stroke by the stray shot of Lascannon fire, that pot shot the weak structure behind its head and decapitated it. The head dropped down onto it's own shoulders, the blow was heavy enough for the entire thing to entire thing to shatter and crumble and caused it to crumple over those who tried to defend it with their lives and souls.

The tragedy was something couldn't be forgotten to any Targon who had seen it and it was truly nightmare on that day. It seared itself right now into O'Reilly's head. The Astarte clinched onto his face, trying to squeeze out the memory through his eyes. He fumbled back groaning in pain at the torture.

"Sir! What's happening!"

"You wouldn't understand!" screamed O'Reily and elbowed the squad member that tried to run over to help him. But as the sergeant realised, the space marine that said that wasn't one of the Blood angels who tried to not make a big deal of that moment.

"You can try sergeant, tell us what's going on?" pleaded one of the boys gently approaching him.

O'Reilly though managed to get a grip on himself though. He controlled his panting breath, regained his composure and released the grip on his face. Although now his head was now bruised and scratched from crushing his own head with a gauntlet.

"It's nothing, I was just contemplating the death of Tomura."

"Tomara!"

It was a shock for to hear that for the squad team. Not only had Tomura been killed three months ago, but the cause of his death had been from a miscalculated orbital bombardment that had hit close enough to evaporate him and incapacitate Markus O'Reilly and a number of his squad members. Once he had gained to and was healthy, the sergeant seemed nearly oblivious to the blast. He never heard whose fault it was or tried.

"Sir, perhaps you should see an Apothecary."

"For your information, brother Gargus, I already have," snarled Markus. It was a lie to what brother Gargus had meant, being that Markus had only seen one two weeks ago to see if his injuries were still healing from the same miscalculated bombardment. "Now isn't time you all go to the firing range, the last battlefield we were at, I swear squad 4 took down nearly ten times as many greenskins as you all did that it was an embarrassment to show my face!"

"Yes sir!" saluted the Astartes, having to obey orders and turned around and got to it.

With them finally off his back now, O'Reily faced in the other direction and continued to pace through the city.  

[Orkronos]

The master had been standing at the Chapters reserved section of the space port. Since the teleportation array and landing pads had yet to be built in the Chapters Fortress they made due with the Spaceports west section.

He leaned he massive form against a plastisteel container. Looking up to see the Thunderhawk make its approach and landing.

Once he saw his long time friend march out in an almost triumphant fashion. He approached him, arms outstretched.

"Brother, it is good to see your safe return!" Bellowed the mighty master. He then began to pelt his friend as they walked together with the other techpreists and servotours.

How was your journey?
Did the Imperial Fists like the gift I set?
How many new servotours and techpreists did you bring back?
How many suits of sacred Terminator armour did they Scions of mars have for us?
Did you deal with the other secret matter I entrusted you with?  

[Asmondai]

Belegon watched the Master approaching and pelting him in his
signature way it has done since they we´re young.

It has the Emperor and Omnissiah to thank for It´s save journey It... My Lord.
The journey to Mars was as much as It recalled, alot of things had changed
since It´s training days there.
Holy Terra......

He goes silent, loosing himself to his thoughts for a moment before responding.

Lord Commander was pleased with the gift and requested It to remind you
that he hopes to repay such deed himself one day, if Emperor is willing.

The 4 that walks with us are high rankings of their tasks,
along with 35 other techpriests and a 200 unassigned servitors,
waiting for their equipments be installed and commands programmed.

We we´re blessed with 10 sacred armours,
an admirable task in such short time.
Aswell the one done with your requestest specifications.

His hand fanishes underneath his ancient monk-robes and pulls out
a data-slate, which he hands it to the Master.

Here is a general information conserning the sacred machines
tactical capability and theories to counter such machine.

As for the secret itself?

He raises his hand and stretches his finger along the lenght of his
respirator, sign of "quiet" and winks with his real eye to confirm his question.  

[Orkronos]

The Master Smiled under his cowl and bid his friend walk with him. leaving the other techpriests to the work required of them.

His hand reached out and took the dataslate and entrusted it to his servoskull, ordering it to be taken to his office.

"I see it was a fruitful journey. But come brother. You must have questions, it has been more then a few summers since you left. You must have questions of your own." Spoke the master as they passed the children again, of whom now ran home in-case yet more monster men were to congregate at this place.  

[Asmondai]

Belegon followed the Master, passing the childrens who looked in
more confused and scared look on their eyes as they noticed him
walking with the hulking man they saw earlier.
He didn´t have to see the childrens to notice their thoughts,
knowing their fears comes not from ignorance;
it comes from not being able to comprehend what they see.

Only the condition of Land Raiders repairment and Brother Beril´s
final examination for battle readiness, but these are that It can find itself.

He pauses for a moment while thinking about something before speaking again.

Althou.... It is curious of Brother Markus´ condition after the experience
3 months ago..... May It requier to know his well-being?  

[Orkronos]

"Markus..." Said the master, feeling now contemplative. "His is well, physically. In terms of his spirit I am not so sure." he thought back as the two walked. He was not with his brothers at their time of need and it hurt him. The chapter as a whole had never been to war. Sure he had sent companies off to fight in the Emperor's name but not as a full chapter. "I pray it is not the flaw taking him away from us. I order both the chaplains and the Sanguineary Priesthood to watch him." Deep down he worried that it was in fact the black rage pulling at his brother. But he would do his best to keep that from happening. Blessed is the Chapter without a Death Company.  

[Asmondai]

Knowledge and Logic, does not support that being possible,
thou it may happen.
The Apothecarions have noted very low change of succumbing to the
Black Rage, but certain it may happen on day.

On Markus case, It things it maybe the case of Battle Brother Tomura´s death,
which in many cases was a great loss to the Chapter.

He silents and bow his head slightly in respect to the name he spoked.
His eye opens he looks at his chrono-unit to check time,
+12 minutes ahead then planned.

He needs time to overcome the grief he bears,
states Knowledge and Logic.  

[Orkronos]

"This is true. Oh, but I do have some good news for you. Brother Biriel is doing quite well. he has taken to playing games with the other brothers again. Well they move the pieces. But now he wont flip the table over if he is losing." The master paused and pulled his cowl down as they entered the mighty gates of the fortress. "But for now we both have work to do. I need to see to brother Markus. We shall speak later."  

[Jason Kharo]

Thankfully, unlike a few other pieces of the Fortress Monastery, the vast Librarian had been one of the first buildings built at the site of the Targon's HQ. Stacks of data-slates stretched on for hundreds of metres, mainly in a vertical way, with the more sensitive and void-shielded books hidden at the bottom of the Monastery, guarded by dozens of Servitors and psychic wards, along with encryption codes. A hidden grav-lift operated within the data-stacks, leading from the top floor to the bottom, in the foundations of the battle-torn planet; while on that lift was a figure, clad in blue armour, masterfully crafted and ornate. The figure possessed an impressive physique, as did most of his kin. Clearly he was a Space Marine.

Suddenly, the lift stopped at a incredibly thick set of blast doors, where the Marine put in a twenty six triple access code on the key-pad. With that, the doors slid open and the blue armoured figure strode into the Monasteries Communication Spire, a high reaching building that finished at the tip of the heavily armoured base. The Communication Spire was incredibly important to the planet, and systems, defence. The technology housed in the Spire could contact planets many light years away, either through the several dozen Astropaths housed there, or the machinery of the vox relays. "My Lord Librarian. Lord Belegon has returned from his voyage." A communication officer said to the senior Space Marine, who nodded his thanks and walked over to the long-ranged camera screens. Vernos Kharo hummed to himself as he watched the Lord of the Chapter and Master of the Forge walk back towards the Monastery. "Inform Belegon and the Master that I request to meet them in the Conference Chamber." He said, in a deep and slightly threatening voice, while the Serf scurried off to transmit the vox message to the other two chapter's leaders.

Stepping back onto the lift, Vernos quickly reached the bottom of the spire. When the blast doors opened, he strode through the vast Librarium towards the exit. To any one who was not a Librarian, which had to study hundreds of the slates in the Library, it was a maze, complete with gun-servitors and void shielded doorways. As some Chapters, or Legions said. Knowledge is Power. Guard it well.
Soon enough, Kharo found his way out of the vast building, walking into the enormous Main Hall, where ceremonies, awards or punishments were handed out. The room was big enough to hold the entire chapter, full with vehicles and such, but now it was mainly used as either a training area, for casual meetings or other reasons. There, Kharo set off down another path, passing through four sets of doors, guarded by Chapter Veterans, and awaited in the Conference Room for the other two.