Imperial Fists 107th Company

## Imperial Fists 107th Company("The Mauls")

Imperial Fists armorial with Legion iconography.

Fleet Master Adima, leader of the 107th Company throughout the Late Crusade and Horus Heresy.

## Space Marine Legion

### **Allegiance**

Imperium of Man
(Loyalist)

### **Legion Master**

Fleet Master Choluun (840.M30-978.M30); Fleet Master Adima (979.M30-017.M31)

### **Number of Marines**

500 AstartesThree Strike Cruisers: *Lioness' Pride*, *Stonefall*, and *Interceding Blade*

### **Observed Strategic Tendencies**

Siegebreaking operations and proscribed weaponry

The **Imperial Fists 107th Company** (known as “the Mauls” or “Ash Walkers”) were a medium-sized company of the VIIth Legion led first by Fleet Master Choluun and then Fleet Master Adima, specialized in breaking sieges of entrenched Legion forces. Far from being a lauded formation of Dorn’s progeny, the 107th were often tainted by the use of rad and chemical weaponry to break the most fearsome and savage of foes that would seek to tear down the fortresses of the VIIth during the Great Crusade. During the Heresy, this expertise was to serve them well in extracting beleaguered Imperial Fists garrisons to strengthen the defenses of Terra.

During the Siege itself, the 107th Company was ordered to remain with the *Phalanx*, part of Dorn’s contingency to extract the Emperor from Terra should the Siege go against the loyalists; thus they were part of the vengeful assault which came with the arrival of the Dark Angels and Ultramarines. Their final action was during the Iron Cage incident, where they saved the lives of countless other Imperial Fists, including ensuring the safe extraction of their primarch from the trap at the cost of the whole of the company.

## The Erased War

The chrono-distortion effects of Warp travel are well known among those who travel within it, but rare indeed is it for those who are displaced in time’s weave to find their way home. After an extermination campaign in 865.M30 against an Ork remnant, the 107th departed to aid compliance efforts in the galactic north. After a turbulent Warp transit, made worse by an apparent flickering of the Astronomican, the fleet translated into an unfamiliar system far from their destination. Despite not being present on any star chart held within the 107th Company’s cogitators, the system held a massive hive world, which declared that they had been part of the Imperium for centuries. More urgently, they requested the aid of the Imperial Fists-the planet was under attack from a force which was similarly unknown to the fleet.

Moving into position over the besieged hive worlds, the strike cruisers of the 107th Company dueled with vessels which seemed to be some monstrous parody of the vessels of the Legiones Astartes, crusted with strange growths and deformations. Forcing the raiders to break orbit, Fleet Master Choluun ordered a drop assault upon the greatest concentration of the forces trying to break the defenses of the main hive. The first Assault Squads, led by Veteran Sergeant Caera, were met with savage resistance by hordes of hideously mutated humans, led by monstrous crimson-armored humanoid forms which outmatched the Astartes of the vanguard. A terse order by the Veteran Sergeant sent the full cadre of Destroyers in a second wave.

The hive city’s defenders watched in horror as noble Astartes unleashed full armories of forbidden weaponry against the abominations at their gates. Phosphex, tainted flamers, rad-weaponry, and blinding volkite fusillades turned the wasteland outside the hives into a hellscape beyond reckoning. Dozens of their own legionaries fell in the conflagration, but the 107th Company succeeded in eradicating those forces besieging the Imperial cities. Departing back into the Warp, both Astartes and mortal crew were assailed by strange phenomena, including a mysterious, ever-present hissing. Upon leaving the Warp, the 107th Company returned to the same system they had initially purged the Orks from months before-apparently, mere days after they had first left the system.

Summons came to the company shortly thereafter, bearing the sigil of the Regent of Terra and urging them to return to the Throneworld immediately. There, the Astartes who fought actively against the abominable forces attacking the unknown hive world had their memories wiped by Malcador the Sigillite, and any information from that battle was stripped from their fleet’s cogitators, and all members of the Company and their retainers oathed to silence.

## Saving Gramercie

Though the Imperial Fists’ main force was concentrated upon Terra during the Heresy, tasked with strengthening the defenses of the Palace, the Legion held numerous garrisons through both the Segmentum Solar and beyond. To those fortresses besieged by forces of the Traitor Legions, the 107th Company was sent in order to break those encirclements, to send relief to those garrisons, or else to evacuate doomed planets to better defend more critical worlds. Among their sorties from the Throneworld, none would be as famous as the Sangraal Campaign. The 107th Company was sent to the hive world of Herkaliaum, where the Dark Mechanicum and the infamous Death Guard plague ship *Mia Donna Mori* had deployed a bio-phage that was devastating the warring forces upon the planet. Such a concentration of manpower could not be allowed to fall into the monstrous hands of the renegade Mechanicum forces, to be turned to their dark ends.

The assault vanguard of the 107th Company deployed from high orbit, a wave of Storm Eagle gunships and Thunderhawk Transporters carrying Assault marines and artillery tanks directly into the landing zones of the Mechanicum forces. Though the heretek forces struck a number of gunships from the sky, it took little time for the Imperial Fists to begin bombarding the labs of the Dark Mechanicum, and soon after a hundred and seventy-five Assault Marines surged through breaches in the walls, scouring the facility for the antidote to the phage. This was the first moment where the battle became a brutal struggle for the 107th Company, as the hallways became a labyrinth of traps and dead-ends, filled with murderous automata and calculating Myrmidon gun-lords. Even the smallest rends in their armor would spell death for the Fists, as the phage would infect and cripple even the incredibly hardy physiology of an Astartes.

However, the disciplined fire of the Imperial Fists and their furious assaults broke through the defenders of the Mechanicum facility, and it was only a matter of time until the antidote would be secured. Upon reaching the central laboratory, the remaining Marines were confronted with two Thanatar-Cynis automata, which filled the lone approach with blast after blast of lethal plasma. It seemed as though the two sides had met a stalemate; no amount of firepower, fury, or forbidden weaponry would bring them across that gap. This was exactly the situation for which the 107th Company had been prepared for, and in this moment the teleportariums of the fleet powered up.

Thirty Terminators, bearing chainfists, plasma weaponry, and Illiastus-pattern assault cannons, materialized thirty meters away from the two fearsomely armed automata. The hallway became a blistering exchange of fire as the Terminators advanced on the central laboratory. The clash of plasma against the technological marvels of Imperial shielding created a blinding inferno upon which even the genhanced sight of Astartes struggled to look upon. When the firing stopped, both automata had been blasted into wreckage, their armor rent by thousands of assault cannon shells and the fearsome blows of chainfists. Fully a third of the Terminator reserve had been turned to ash by the plasma weaponry of the Thantars; the numbers of the first wave had fared even worse. But now the 107th Company had secured the antidote to the phage, and with it the salvation of the loyalist forces was at hand.

The Mechanicum leaders within the facility had other plans, however, and activated one last trap. A haywire explosion ripped out from the laboratory, crippling the machine spirits of the gunships and transports already deployed in the field. The Astartes would be forced to deliver this antidote on foot-to Gramercie hive, over 500 kilometers away. Removed from contact with their orbital assets, the 129 Imperial Fists of the 107th Company set out from the laboratory, racing to deliver this cure to the human defenders of Herkaliaum. The Terminators struggled to keep pace with the jetpack-equipped Marines, and began to fall behind as the Dark Mechanicum began to swarm the force with thrall-Knights and Vultarax automata. They chose to hold off the Traitor forces on a lonely hill only a quarter of the way towards Gramercie, falling out of transmission range as a lance of Mechanicum Knights charged the survivors. This march was pushing each of the Astartes and their equipment to the utmost limits; jetpacks began to run dry, weapons ran empty of ammunition and began to break. The heretek forces continued to throw fresh units at the increasingly beleaguered vanguard force, leaving a trail of broken ochre-armored bodies and sparking automata heading towards the Gramercie hive.

After hours of a running fight across the wastelands of Herkaliaum, only six Assault Marines made it to the loyalist lines, with the antidote secured. With the antidote, the loyalist forces swept off the phage-ridden Traitors from the sector, saving the whole Sangraal Reach from the Warmaster’s depredations. The 107th Company accepted hundreds of grateful volunteers from the youth of Gramercie, and those six Marines who survived from the vanguard strike were given the honor of a special mark-a green hand on their sword arm, symbolic of the lives they saved. The “Salvation Run” became a rallying cry of the loyalists, a symbol of the sacrifices even the greatest of the Loyalist forces would embark on to save the Imperium’s common defenders.

## The Iron Cage

Although the 107th Company remained hidden with the *Phalanx* during much of the Siege of Terra on the express orders of their primarch, Rogal Dorn, there was unmistakably even further distance between them and their brothers when the Siege was lifted. Though their wroth throughout the Scouring was the equal of their fellow Imperial Fists, and their entrenched opposition to Guilliman’s reforms was in lockstep with the Legion, muted whispers and cold silence kept them as a separate body from the VIIth. When the Legion came together under Rogal Dorn’s promise to capture Perturabo in “an iron cage,” however, the whole of the Imperial Fists mustered without doubt or dissension. Against the massive fortress of the rival IVth Legion, the 107th Company prepared the full measure of their proscribed weaponry. The full measure of the Imperial Fists’ war-fleet broke into the Iron Cage, and the vengeful sons of Dorn poured in through the walls. What they found, though, was a death-trap designed by Perturabo himself. Against the gun-turrets and enfilading tunnels of the fortress, the 107th Company responded with a rippling fire of haywire charges, phosphex, and rad-weaponry. Like the brutal weapon which was their Company’s namesake, the 107th pushed through the defenses and towards the center, reaching the empty heart of the fortress.

There, the full measure of the Iron Lord’s plan was revealed, and with the survivors of the Imperial Fists brought together in the heart of the fortress, the Iron Warriors swarmed their rivals from across an open killing ground, where there was scant defense to be had. Against their one-time brotherly rivals, the 107th Company replied with all manner of Dark Age fire, breaking assaults with waves of blinding volkite blasts. It was soon apparent that there was no victory to be found in this cursed place, and Dorn sounded the order for retreat. As thousands of Astartes of the IVth legion converged on the Primarch’s craft, the Aetos Dios, Fleet Master Adima rallied her Company to secure their gene-father’s escape from the trap. They unleased nuclear fire and life-scouring weaponry upon the massed ranks of the Iron Warriors, then dove as one into the hellscape of their own making. No Iron Warriors emerged from the inferno to challenge Dorn’s flight from the Iron Cage, and no contact was ever made with a legionary of the 107th Company after that charge.