Alakhai Khan and the White Scars discovered an undocumented Chapter of Space Marines that serve as one third of the fighting force of an undocumented Legion known as the Sword of Terra. However that was merely one battle in the countless currently being waged across the galaxy during humanity's Great Crusade. This is the record of another battle where the Sword of Terra crossed paths with one of the Matriarchs. Warning for harsh language, violence, and gore.

Planet Stahlewach
On the planet of Stahlewach was a large collection of armories and hangars containing weapons for the Imperium's many armies fighting the Crusade across the galaxy. Along the perimeter of the large fortress walls that protected the armories and hangars from outside threats were barracks with hundreds if not thousands of young men and women dressed in rather simple green armor. Each one of these soldiers carried around a standard issue Lasgun.

These were the Soldiers of the Astral Militarum or the Imperial Guard, the Imperium of Man's primary fighting force. Two Guardsmen stood watch at the front of the Barracks, staring off into the empty wasteland in front of them.

Guardsman 1: Of all places across the Imperium for us to be stationed, it had to be in the middle of this wasteland.

Guardsman 2: This is an Armory World, it stores and supplies countless weapons to Imperial forces all across the galaxy. We cannot simply leave it undefended.

The first Guardsman rolled his eyes at his watch partner's statement.

Guardsman 1: I know that, but it's one of twenty different Armories on this planet. We're Guardsmen, the Imperium's army. Don't you wanna be out there in the thick of battle? Killing a few Xenos?

The second Guardsman looked at his companion and let out an exasperated sigh while shaking his head.

Guardsman 2: Forgot you're still new blood, trust me combat ain't all it's cracked up to be.

The first Guardsman looked at his companion in disbelief, a mildly angered expression spreading across his face.

Guardsman 1: Where's your pride as a Guardsman? Were the soldiers of the Empress of Mankind! Fighting to reclaim the stars that belong to us! Why wouldn't you wanna be out there on the front lines?!

Guardsman 2: I'm not saying I don't wanna be out there fighting for the Empress, what I'm saying is don't spit on an opportunity like a less hectic mission. Some of us aren't so lucky in that regard.

The first Guardsman looked at his companion, slightly perplexed by his words.

Guardsman 1: What do you mean?

The second Guardsman let out a tired sigh before casting a sideways glance at his companion.

Guardsman 2: Buddy of mine was stationed on this Hive World. Everything had been relatively peaceful for a month and a half. Then outta nowhere this Drukhari Warband raids the place, picked the Guardsman off one by one. Only reason he and a handful of other guys survived was the Space Marines arrived to eliminate them.

The first Guardsman's eyes widened in surprise at this information a slight shiver running down his spine.

Guardsman 1: Were the Space Marines that saved your buddy the same ones that stopped here to resupply half an hour ago?

Guardsman 2: No, one's that saved him wore black armor and wore these helmets with beaks on them. I know each regime of the Astartes have different names, but for the life of me I don't know any of them.

The first Guardsman let an uncomfortable grimace spread across his face as he looked over his shoulder before leaning closer to his fellow Guardsman.

Guardsman 1: Are we sure those guys are really Space Marines? The ones currently resupplying I mean. You say their armor, it was all covered in grime and muck, looks like a few layers have been caked on. Plus they smelled like a corpse, are the Empress's finest supposed to smell like five things died in their armor?

Guardsman 2: You should watch your mouth, those are the Empress's Angels, led by her daughters. Insulting them is like insulting her directly.

The first Guardsman stiffened at that comment, a worried look spreading across his face.

Guardsman 1: That's not what I meant, it's just strange is all. You'd think the best soldiers in the Imperium would have their gear in pristine condition is all.

Guardsman 2: They could've just got back from a long string of battles across multiple planets and haven't had the chance to perform any kind of upkeep. A single Astartes is worth between two to three hundred of us. If anyone is seeing constant battle it's them.

The first Guardsman leaned back, contemplating his companion's words. That is until he saw a giant cloud of dust in the distance.

Guardsman 1: Hey, are you seeing that?

Guardsman 2: Yeah, looks like a dust storm. Guess we're all getting pelted with dirt today.

The first Guardsman groaned in annoyance as he knew he'd be scrubbing dirt out of his armor all night. However a loud rumbling sound was heard.

Guardsman 1: Are there any hostile creatures on this planet?

Guardsman 2: Its not a Death World, there shouldn't be any deadly predators or plants.

Suddenly ripping through the air was a war cry any Astral Militarum Guardsman dreads. A cry that ushers in a tide of bloody violence.

????: WAAAGH!!!!!!

Roaring out of the dust cloud was a gang of ten large trucks that appeared to be haphazardly slapped together pieces of scrap metal and spare parts. Riding on each trucks were five to six muscle bound green skinned monsters that stood at roughly six to seven feet tall. They all had large teeth that protruded out of their mouths, wore slapped together armor made out of scrap metal.

Guardsman 1: ORKS!!!

Guardsman 2: RAISE THE ALARM!!!

The first Guardsman quickly lunged at a button on the side of the wall they were standing in front of. An alarm blared throughout the barracks as Imperial Guards ran out of their barracks, all dressed in their armor, Lasguns tightly clutched in their hands. The Guardsmen all began taking up defensive positions as the Orks opened fire with the guns on their War Trukks. The gunfire tore through the Guardsmen, limbs getting blown off, bodies sent flying, and blood spraying everywhere. This display of violence was accompanied by the agonized screams of the Guardsmen and the insane laughter of the Orks.

Guardsman 1: What the hell do we do?!

Guardsman 2: Get to cover and return fire! Greenskins don't stop their charge no matter how many you kill!

The two Guardsmen dive behind cover as they ready their Lasguns. As the Ork War Trukks race closer and closer, hundreds of Guardsmen pop out from behind cover before opening fire with their Lasguns. Hundreds of energy shots streak across the sky, hitting the War Trukks and those riding them. Holes were punched through the armor of the War Trukks, but hit nothing that would put the vehicles out of commission. The energy shots inflicted minor injuries on a few of the Orks and managed to kill three across the ten War Trukks, but this barely phased the Ork charge.

Ork 1: Looksee Boyz, dem stoopid humie gitz iz tryin ta stop arrz lootin! Lets krump'em!

The rest of the Orks let out roaring cheers as their War Trukks sped up as they opened fire are the Guardsmen once again. The bullets from their weapons tearing through Guradsmen like a hot knife, at least fifty more being reduced chunks of limbs and gore. The surviving Guardsmen all dove for cover as the Ork fire tore through their barracks. The two Guardsmen are sat behind cover.

Guardsman 1: What the hell do we do?!

As the Guardsman turns to look at his companion, a gunshot rings out and when he turns to see is comrade, a large hole had been punched through his torso. The second Guardsman's body collapsed face first onto the ground. The first Guardsman started to breathe heavily, bordering on hyperventilating as the grim reality of his situation began to set in.

Guardsman 1: W-We're all gonna die.......

The Guardsman tightly gripped his Lasgun, taking deep breaths, hoping to calm himself down. The Guardsman whipped out from behind cover and took aim, only for a cacophony of Bolter fire to ring out through the air. Bolts hit the War Trukks, causing the three of them to swerve wildly, all of them crashing into each other in a scrap heap. A fourth War Trukk ramming into it, increasing the size of the pile up. Orks were sent flying in all directions as they roughly crashed onto the ground. The six remaining War Trukks either swerved to avoid their fallen brethren while others simply ran them over.

Guardsman 1: W-What?

The Guardsmen turned around, standing before him was a Space Marine dressed in heavy white power armor with green accents. The armor was covered in a thick layer of grime and dirt, clutched in his hands was a standard issue Bolter with a bayonet attachment.

This was a Space Marine of the Death Guard, the Fourteenth Legion of the Adeptus Astartes. The Guardsman sat there, stunned at the sight of the Space Marine. However his eyes quickly panned over to see roughly eighty more Death Guard Space Marines firing on the approaching War Trukks.

DG Astartes 1: On your feet Guardsman, there are Xenos to purge.

Guardsman 1: Y-Yes sir!

The Guardsman quickly scrambled to his feet and once again took aim with his Lasgun as both he and the Space Marine opened fire on the approaching War Trukks. The Imperial Guard, their spirits reinvigorated by the arrival of the Death Guard unleash a volley of hundreds of energy shots. The Space Marines in turn added their own barrage of Bolter fire to the mix, hammering the Ork vehicles with a rain of ordinance. This onslaught of fire caused the engine of one of the War Trukks to explode, sending the Orks riding it flying through the sky, some of them on fire. The remaining five however all swerved to the to the right or left, the War Trukks riding alongside the Armory Stronghold.

Guardsman 1: What are they doing now?

DG Astartes: It would appear the Greenskins are attempting to encircle us, most likely to loop back around and attack us from behind.

The Guardsman gulped nervously at that information, it was clear the Orks weren't giving up after destroying half their War Trukks. However a thunderous wave of footsteps could be heard as the Guardsman turned to see what he could only assume were hundreds of Orks charging at them. All were decked out in slapped together armor made of scrap metal that was painted red. All of them either carried some form of melee weapon or firearm.

Guardsman 1: How many of these Xenos are there?!

????: The Greenskins are referred to as the "Green Tide" for a reason Guardsman.

The Guardsman and Death Guard Space Marine turned to see a rather tall woman. She towered over the Guardsman and Space Marine, standing at ten feet and seven inches. She wore similar white grime covered power armor, with green cloth over top of it. A green hood covered her head, letting her white hair barely poke out from under it. A gas mask covered her mouth and clutched in her right hand was a giant scythe.

This was Morticia, the Matriarch of the Death Guard and one of the Daughters of the Empress of Mankind. Morticia glanced down at the Guardsman briefly before turning her attention towards her son.

Morticia: Current state of the battlefield?

DG Astartes 1: Mother, five Ork combat vehicles have circled around the sides of the armory stronghold. I deduce they will attempt to attack us from behind while their brethren attack us from the front.

Morticia remained silent for a moment, contemplating the words of her son before letting out a mildly annoyed sigh.

Morticia: If the Greenskins wish to take this stronghold, the best be ready to fight for days even need be. The Death Guard does not falter.

Morticia then turned to look at the rest of her sons, a serious look in her eyes.

Morticia: Death Guard! Half of you split off from the primary fighting force and guard our flank! The rest of you stand with me, don't let those Xenos break through our defensive line!

Death Guard: As you command Matriarch!

Half of the Death Guard separated from their brothers, guarding the rear, waiting for the Ork War Trukks to circle back around. Morticia stepped forward, clutching her scythe tightly, standing ready for combat. Ten Death Guard Space Marines stepped forward with her, all wielding a similar scythe weapon to her own. The Orks roared as they charged towards the defensive line, their Choppas raised above their heads as they fired their Shootas at the Space Marines.

Ork 2: Yer iz gonna get krumped beakie!!!

An Ork pounced at Morticia, his Choppa raised above his head, ready to decapitate Morticia. The Matriarch however swung her scythe in a horizontal ark in front of herself. The blade cleaved through the Ork, cutting its body in half. Morticia slowly walked forward, swinging her scythe in the same large sweeping horizontal ark from before. This time cleaving five Orks in half, she then swung it back the other way, cleaving eight in half this time. Her sons followed behind her, swinging their scythes as well, cleaving Orks in half as they went. The remaining Death Guard on the front lines laid down covering Bolter fire, killing any Orks that survived the scythe blades.

Guardsman 1: W-We might actually survive this.....

The Guardsman let a smile spread across his face, however it was short lived. One of the Ork War Trukks raced past him, the Ork in the passenger side, cleaved his body in half with his Choppa as they drove by. The War Trukks raced by as they drove through their own lines, running over their fellow Orks before swerving. The War Trukks drifted before racing back towards the Armory Stronghold. Morticia glanced over her shoulder, noticing her sons that had been protecting the flank were scrambling to join them, over were picking themselves up off the ground. The Orks most likely had barreled through them when they attempted to stop their racing.

Morticia: Irritating pests.......

Morticia turned to face the approaching War Trukks now leading the charge. However she also spotted a gang of fifteen Orks on what appeared to be motorcycles made of scrap and painted bright red.

Morticia: Seems these Greenskins enjoy fast vehicles. That's mildly annoying.......

Morticia readied her scythe as the War Trukks and Warbikes raced towards the Matriarch and Death Guard. Before the vehicles could get to close however, a volley of large shells rained down on the ground in front of the vehicles, blowing up five of the Warbikes as scrap metal and Orks were sent flying in a fiery explosion. Morticia blinked in surprise not at all expecting the sudden artillery fire.

DG Astartes 2: Mother, there are ten Sicaran Battle Tanks on the horizon!

Morticia turned her attention towards where her sons was pointing. Sure enough Ten Tanks with two cannon barrels mounted on it stood in a line on the west side of the battlefield.

(A/N: The tank is bronze with purple accents.)

These were Sicaran Battle Tanks, one of the primary tank models utilized by the Adeptus Astartes. However what caught Morticia's eye was that the tanks were primarily bronze in color with purple accents. A perplexed look spread across the Matriarch's face as she had never seen that color combination before. Of course the sudden artillery fire didn't just catch the Death Guard's attention, the Orks took notice as well.

Ork 3: Da beakiez 'az brought wheelz boyz! Lez loot'em!

Roughly seventy other Orks roared in agreement as they all charged towards the new group that had entered the battlefield. However as they did a group of roughly thirty figures stepped out from between the tanks. They were Space Marines, their armor was primarily bronze with purple accents. The crest on their shoulder pauldrons was the head of the ancient beast of Terra, the Mastodon. Each one of them carried either a Heavy Bolter or a Multi-Melta.

Morticia: Who in Terra are they?

The Space Marines opened fire on the Orks, a barrage of heavy bolts tearing through the brutes, blowing limbs off and punching holes through their bodies. Any that managed to survive that were ignited by high intensity heat beams from the Multi-Meltas. The Sicaran Battle Tanks took aim with their cannons again before firing another volley of shells. The Shells rained down on the Orks, blowing up three of their War Trukks, six more Warbikes, and sending dozens of Ork flying into the air. Morticia watched this display completely dumbfounded, still having no idea where this Legion of Space Marines came from.

SG Astartes: Mother, how shall we proceed?

Morticia was snapped out of her stupid as she turned to look at her son.

Morticia: We don't stop advancing until all the Greenskins are dead!

Death Guard: As you command Matriarch!

Morticia once again slowly marched forward, her sons following behind her. The Matrirach swung her scythe in big sweeping arks in front of herself. Cutting down ten Orks with each swing. The Death Guard Space Marines tore through more of the musclebound aliens with their scythes and Bolters. Artillery bombardment continued to rain down, sending dozen upon dozens of Orks flying, their bodies blown apart.
Morticia would occasionally cast sideways glances towards the strange group of Space Marines, still perplexed by who they were.

Morticia's Thoughts: Who in the name of Terra are they?

Morticia's thoughts were interrupted by the roaring of Orks as she turned to see one of their War Trukks racing towards her at high speeds. Most likely an attempt to run her over. The Matriarch simply let out an annoyed sigh before readying her scythe. However before the War Trukk could get in range, a beam of thermal energy hit the vehicle, causing it to explode into a giant ball of fire, burning the Orks riding it alive. Morticia immediately turned to see that five Glaive Super-Heavy Special Weapons Tanks lined up in front of the Sicaran Battle Tanks.

(A/N: Again it is bronze with purple accents.)

Morticia only stared, further perplexed that this mysterious group of Space Marines had access to tanks with specialized weaponry. A hatch on the lead Glaive opened up as a Space Marine popped out of the hatch. Much like the others he wore bronze Power Armor with purple accents. However Morticia noticed that he wore a jet black helmet that had multiple targeting lens on the left side of it.

Morticia's Thoughts: He must be their commanding officer, why else would his helmet look completely different from all his Battle Brothers?

As Morticia studied the strange Space Marine, he seemed to survey the battle field, studying it thoroughly through his targeting lens.

????: Sicaran Battle Tank Company! Lay down artillery bombardment roughly six hundred meters from our current location! Glaive Company, targets are the remaining Greenskin War Trukks. Don't let a single one escape!

Unknown Astartes: As you Command Chapter Master!

The Sicaran Battle Tanks all adjusted their cannon's angles before firing a volley of shells that rained down on the charging Ork forces. The shells impacted the ground, violently exploding as dozens and dozens of Orks were torn apart, limbs flying everywhere, littering the battlefield. The Glaive Tanks as began adjusting their aim, the Ork War Trukks still raced towards the Death Guard with reckless abandon. The Glaives all fired, beams of thermal energy streaked across the sky before striking five of the War Trukks. The vehicles violently exploded into giant balls of fire, burning any Orks unfortunate enough to be near it.

DG Astartes: Mother, the Ork forces are dwindling.

Morticia turned to look at her son before looking back at the Ork forces, the Greenskin numbers had reduced significantly. The Matriarch was perturbed by this, but pushed those thoughts aside. They had a battle to win first and foremost.

Morticia: Continue our advance! Don't give them a chance to regroup or retreat!

Death Guard: As you command Matriarch!

Morticia led her sons as they continued to push into enemy forces. As Morticia cut down Orks with large sweeps of her scythe, her mind was plagued by thoughts of that unknown Legion. She intended on getting to the bottom of this.

Twenty Minutes Later
Twenty minutes after the battle had ended, Morticia once again found herself standing within the walls of the Armory Stronghold. The Matriarch watched the Space Marines in bronze power armor from a distance. The Bronze Space Marines were performing maintenance on their tanks, cleaning them, and oddest of all, assisting the Guardsmen in moving supplies.

Morticia's Thoughts: How odd, the only Astartes I know that go to such great lengths to help the common soldier are Vulkania's sons.

Morticia studied the strange Space Marines with a scrutinizing eye, something was amiss here and she felt her Mother was involved somehow.

DG Astartes: Mother, I have returned with the information you requested.

Morticia was broken from her thoughts as she turned to face her son, standing behind him was one of the Space Marines in bronze armor. Before Morticia could speak however, the Space Marine dropped to one knee and bowed his head to her.

????: Matriarch Morticia, it is a honor to be in your presence. My Battle Brothers and I of the Bronze Mastodon Chapter are grateful for your actions here today.

Morticia cocked her head to the side in confusion as she had never heard of the Bronze Mastodons or the term "Chapter" to refer to Space Marines.

Morticia: Who exactly are you? I don't recall such a Legion existing.

BM Astartes: I am afraid that I cannot divulge that information Matriarch Morticia. However my Chapter Master can potentially put some suspicions to rest.

Morticia's expression grew rather annoyed, however she took a deep breath. Getting angry would not help her in this instance.

Morticia: Very well, lead me to this Chapter Master of yours.

The Bronze Mastodon Space Marine pounded his right fist against the chest plate of his armor before turning on his heel and walking towards one of the weapon caches. Morticia followed behind the Space Marine, her scrutinizing gaze never faltering. When they entered the weapon caches, Morticia spotted the Bronze Mastodon with the black helmet looking over a wall of Lasguns.

Morticia: I was told you could give me answers?

The Bronze Mastodon Space Marine turned to look at Morticia, the lens on the left side of his helmet adjusting.

????: An honor to make your acquaintance Matriarch Morticia. My name is Luthane Prayto, the Chapter Master of the Bronze Mastodons.

The Space Marine now named Luthane slammed his right fist against the chest plate of his armor. Morticia assumed that this was some form of salute amongst their Legion.

Morticia: You keep referring to yourself as a Chapter, are you not a Legion?

Luthane: Our Legion is the Sword of Terra. The Bronze Mastodons Chapter comprises one third of our Legion's fighting force.

Morticia glared at Luthane, studying him rather closely, none of what he was saying made sense.

Morticia: There is no records of a Legion known as the Sword of Terra. Did mother decide that my sisters and I were not sufficient enough?

While it was subtle, Luthane could sense the hostility radiating off of Morticia, clearly there were some issues in that department. However he was not Astraeus, who was much better in the realm of emotional understanding. Luthane reached up and grabbed his helmet with both his hands before pulling it off his head. Morticia studied the Space Marine's features. He had short gray hair and piercing blue eyes. Four studs ran down the right side of his face.

Morticia: You aren't a standard Space Marine, you look like you've seen decades of combat. That and you're noticeably taller than most Astartes.

Morticia looked Luthane up and down, noticing that he stood at a staggering nine feet and ten inches. Luthane simply nodded at Morticia's comment.

Luthane: Yes, well one of the perks granted when you are given the rank of Chapter Master. You must be slightly enhanced compared to your Battle Brothers.

Morticia: Then there is that rank, Chapter Master, is it something unique your Matriarch has come up with?

Luthane stared at Morticia blankly, while he could understand her thought process, it didn't change the fact that it was incorrect.

Luthane: The Sword of Terra does not have a Matriarch, instead a council comprised of the Three Chapter Masters of the Legion govern our operations.

Morticia contemplated this information for a moment. Part of her wanted to accuse the Chapter Master of lying. However it made to much sense, her Mother had confirmed a long time ago that all of her sisters had been found.

Morticia's Thoughts: If this Legion lacks a Matriarch, that can only mean one thing.

Morticia then locked eyes with Luthane, shooting the Chapter Master a suspicion filled glare. However the Space Marine remained deadpan and stoic, which only further annoyed Morticia. It was hard to get a read on this strange man when he seemed so emotionally stunted.

Morticia: Your Legion was created before my sisters and I wasn't it?

Luthane didn't even flinch when Morticia asked that question, his stance remained firm, his body relaxed, yet standing at perfect attention.

Luthane: While I cannot divulge all the intricacies of our Legion's creation and purpose, I can confirm that yes we were created before the Matriarch Project. I am the Third Chapter Master of the Bronze Mastodons and have served over eight hundred years at this point.

Morticia's eyes widened in shock at that, the man before her was a seasoned veteran. It at the very least explained his leading abilities during the battle.

Morticia: Seems I have to interrogate my mother when I return to Terra. That aside however, you and your Battle Brothers seem rather fond of Tanks and heavy weaponry. I've never seen a Space Marine fighting force comprised mostly of heavy armor.

Luthane: The Bronze Mastodons specialize in Armored Warfare, Defensive Warfare, and Vehicle Repair. Our primary form of outputting damage to our enemies are our tanks. The Battle Brothers who fight on the ground are armed with heavy weaponry to defend our artillery line. Shatter the enemy's formations and defensive lines while simultaneously fortifying our own position.

Morticia contemplated that information, she had a feeling two of her sisters in particular would like to discuss combat strategies with the Chapter Master.

Morticia: It seems rather odd we are only now crossing paths with members of your Legion. Especially if all of you have been fighting since the beginning of the Crusade.

Luthane: Our Legion is mainly dispatched to provide support to our allies in combat. Our Battle Brothers of the Radiant Spear Chapter primarily support the soldiers of the Astral Militarum. My Chapter works closely with the Mechanicum, safeguarding their Forge Worlds or being dispatched to worlds they don't want overrun. Such as this armory World. Our Battle Brothers in the Red Feather Chapter tend to provide air support or eliminate problematic individuals.

Morticia contemplated this information, that would explain why none of her sisters' Legions encountered them, they weren't travelling to worlds to get them to comply to the Imperium. They were helping defend the planets under their banner.

Morticia: So that's your purpose, ensuring the safety of the planets under our banner. I suppose that is rather useful. Very well, I leave this planet under your guard. My Legion and I must continue to the next planet.

Luthane: Very well, once again I thank you for your assistance in today's battle Matriarch Morticia.

Luthane once again slammed his right fist against the chest plate of his armor. Morticia simply nodded her head before her and her son took their leave from the Armory. Once the Matriarch was gone, Luthane turned to his Battle Brother.

Luthane: Any reports from our Brothers in the other Chapters?

BM Astartes: A report from Chapter Master Atraeus was received an hour ago Chapter Master. They secured the Planet of Bawnstrom from the Drukhari forces.

Luthane: Good, Astral Millitarum Regimes have yet to establish a base there. Losing a farm world would be a blow to food production.

The Bronze Mastodon Space Marine nodded his head in agreement before continuing.

BM Astartes: The White Scars and their Matriarch arrived on the planet, assisting them in eliminating the final group of Kabalite Warriors.

Luthane let out a frustrated sigh at that, it was bad enough the Bronze Mastodons were discovered by one of the Matriarchs, but the Radiant Spears suffered a similar fate? They were about to cause much trouble for the Empress.

Luthane: Noted, what of the Red Feathers Chapter? Have they made any attempts in contacting us?

BM Astartes: No Chapter Master, the Vox has been silent for weeks now. The last update we received from them stated they were investigating a strange Cult that exists on a planet refusing to comply to the Imperium.

Luthane sighed at that explanation, the Red Feathers tended to go silent for long periods of time. Given the nature of their work, open communications were a risk.

Luthane: Let's just hope for their success  then, you are dismissed Brother.

The Bronze Mastodon Space Marine slammed his right fist on the chest plate of his armor before exiting the Armory. Luthane once again turned his attention towards the wall of Lasguns. The Chapter Master hoped that two of the Matriarchs discovering the existence of their Legion wouldn't cause future issues.

So the Bronze Mastodons ended up fighting an Ork invasion alongside the Death Guard Legion and their Matriarch, Morticia! However now Morticia is determined to get answers on the reason behind the Sword of Terra's creation from the Empress. Furthermore the Red Feathers Chapter has been Vox Silent for weeks now.

I just wanted to thank you all for the support on this story so far. It has been a blast to write and I'm excited to bring you all more content! I have a few ideas for the next Codex with the Red Feathers, still trying to decide on who. I'm sure all of you can guess my choices.

As always leave your thoughts and opinions in the comments! Why have the Red Feathers Chapter been silent for weeks? What could the Cult they are investigating be up to? Who else is on the Planet with them? Find out in the next Codex of Warhammer 40k: The Three Generals of Terra!