Black Fangs Case File

The Veilborn Marines Project is an EU project consisting of multiple articles. In the project, I attempt to explore a few different things I wish I saw in official content, but in a way that does not contradict canon. I guess that's what a lot of homebrew is about. In this project I expanded on some Alpha Legion lore which has yet to be used, and I experimented with a renegade chapter closely tied to Xenos. In this EU I want to make the Alpha Legion less gimmicky, and more important to the lore.

Here I hope you will be intrigued by the culture of the Black Fangs their Xenos allies and every other article contained within the project.

Below, you can find the links to my other articles in this project, all of which are connected to each other.

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Case File

CLASSIFICATION:**Primary Level Intelligence**

CLEARANCE: **Indigo**

LAST UPDATE: **035.M42**

CONTRIBUTORS

**Kalilor Hammerbach, Ordo Astartes**

**Nina Jzzei, Logos Historica Veritas**

**Update #1**

**DATE:135.021.M42**

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Historitor Communicae

AUTHOR: **Nina Jzzei, Logos Historica Veritas**

SUBJECT: **Request for Assistance - Synrock Historical Investigation**

RECIPIENT: Kalilor **Hammerbach, Ordo Astartes**

Esteemed Lord Kalilor Hammerbach,

I hope this communicae finds you in good health. I write to you as a representative of the Historica Logos Verita. We have recently come across an intriguing historical account regarding the planet Synrock located in Segmentum --REDACTED--. Through interaction with the inhabitants, there was an unreported encounter with a Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes around 200 standard years ago. With the information we have uncovered, we have concluded this was the long-lost Black Fangs Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. Through other lines of inquiry, I have determined the chapter's most likely location is inaccessible due to the turmoil in the warp in that area of the Galaxy. There is also the danger of blindly entering space which has been uncharted for centuries. With these impedances, my next best option is to reach out to those of the Ordo Astartes, who might have better grasp on the situation. Below is the information we currently have on the Black Fangs, and the history uncovered on Synrock.

In faithful service,

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Black Fangs Data Packet #1

Synrock Planetary Statistics

Classification: **ρ-class**

Population: **~200,000**

Astimare: **D75**

Segmentum: **--REDACTED--**

Last known ruler: Governor Mal Kazenvoff

I. Introduction

The following report outlines the findings and analysis conducted by the Historica Logos Verita in relation to a significant historical account pertaining to the jungle world of Synrock. The purpose of this investigation was to ascertain the veracity of the narrative that has existed for years, told by the inhabitants of Synrock.

II. Background

Synrock, an isolated planet characterized by a notably low astimare and sparse population, has captivated our attention due to the oral tradition that has endured for four successive Synrock generations. This narrative, complemented by unreliable and disparate historical records, offers a glimpse into an event that took place sometime in late 010.M42. The reported date varies depending on the source.

III. Account Description

The focal point of the story revolves around the actions of a solitary Space Marine hailing from an unidentified chapter. According to the stories of Synrock inhabitants, this Astartes figure executed a comprehensive purge of the defected Planetary Defence Forces. It is believed that the defection occurred approximately ten to twenty Terran standard years prior to the aforementioned event.

IV. Evidence

A significant discovery was made within the largest township on Synrock; a monument erected in homage to the aforementioned lone warrior. Adjacent to the statue lies the preserved power armour of slain traitor Astartes from the Word Bearer Legion, presumably connected to the plot that instigated the planet's rebellion. Notably, the depicted battle plate worn by the heroic figure resembles Mark X Phobos power armour, an indication of the warrior's identity as a Primaris Space Marine. Both the presence of the story and the statue could be attributed to folktales created during the planet's isolation if it were not for a series of audio logs recorded by a member of the heretical PDF. As it is from the mouth of a traitor, it must not be believed wholeheartedly, but in conjunction with the other evidence, I would be remiss not to include this in my report. The full audio logs can be found attached to this report, as during our interactions, we were able to procure a copy of the logs from citizens who were using the audio in their daily prayers.

V. Chapter Identification

While the livery of the Primaris Marine depicted in the statue does not precisely align with our existing knowledge of the Black Fangs Chapter, there are notable similarities that warrant further investigation. Eye witnesses have reported the warrior's armour was black with green markings and a yellow pauldron border. No identifiable chapter symbol was observed as battle damage rendered the left pauldron heraldry unreadable. Using the records of founding during the Indomitus Crusade, we have determined the Black Fangs fit this description the closest. That being said, the original colours worn by the Black Fangs upon founding was primarily green. This modified colouration and the solitary nature of the undertaking suggest this particular member belongs to a specialized unit within the Black Fangs Chapter.

VI. Chapter Founding Information

a) Founding and Homeworld
The Logos Historica Verita possesses limited information regarding the founding of the Black Fangs Chapter. Regrettably, details pertaining to their homeworld and its location remain obscured. It appears that upon their establishment, the Black Fangs were entrusted with a fleet of their own vessels. Extensive inquiries are ongoing to retrieve records concerning this resource allocation, yet the vast scope of the Great Crusade presents challenges in obtaining such information.
b) Recent Discoveries and Speculation
Recent endeavors have yielded noteworthy progress as the collation of information from a dozen planets led to the unearthing of battle records and fragmented historical accounts upon establishing contact with liberated worlds within once-dark zones of --REDACTED--. These findings contribute to an evolving understanding of the Black Fangs Chapter and its movements.
c) Chapter Structure and Leadership
Based on the limited founding records available, it is ascertained that the Black Fangs adhere to the principles set forth in the revered Codex Astartes, showcasing a codex-compliant organizational structure. Leading the Chapter is a Chapter Master Jabari. However, it remains unclear whether Jabari currently holds leadership over the Black Fangs. We are still unsure about whether or not the Chapter still exists. Speculation suggests that the Black Fangs may have established a territorial presence within the --REDACTED-- Segmentum, assuming a guardianship role akin to the Iron Snakes' vigilant watch over the Reef Stars. This potential isolation within a secluded sub-sector may account for the scarcity of recorded exploits attributed to the Chapter.
d) Techmarine Shortage and Forgeworld Collaboration
In the absence of a supply of formally trained techmarines from Mars, it is presumed that the Black Fangs face a scarcity of these specialized individuals within their ranks. Such techmarines, if present, would be held in high regard and likely reserved from direct engagement in combat. To address this shortfall, it is plausible that the Black Fangs have fostered a symbiotic relationship with one or multiple local Forgeworlds, leveraging their expertise to facilitate equipment repair and resupply.
e) Solitary Ventures and Penitent Missions
The account of a lone Black Fangs member participating in the assault on Synrock suggests the presence of individuals within the Chapter who undertake solitary missions. These ventures may involve clearing occupations deemed manageable by a solitary warrior or embarking on self-imposed or Chapter-sanctioned penitent missions.
f) Combat Tactics
Drawing from the campaigns in which the Black Fangs are believed to have participated, we can draw conclusions about some of their operational methods. From discovered reports, we find they deploy with one to two companies, overwhelming enemy forces with shock and awe or hit-and-run strategies reminiscent of renowned Space Marine Chapters such as the White Scars. They also seem to have a preference for attacking heretics of all kinds, with 85% of events we have attributed to them being of that nature.
VII. Conclusion

Further collaboration with Inquisitorial authorities specializing in obscured histories and Astartes lore is requested to shed light on the authenticity and significance of this narrative. It is the opinion of the Logos Historica Veritas that it is crucial to ascertain the connection between the chapter and the subsector Synrock is in, as it could hold the clues to finding the Chapter. Reconnecting with a lost, potentially full-strength Chapter of the Adeptus Astrtes could greatly assist in the efforts of securing the Galactic West.

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Synrock Audio Logs

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[Audio Log 01]

[Sounds of rustling on the microphone]

Caspiel Kytix: Of course I know how to use this thing, get your grubby hands off it.

Obed Scael: I got it working, didn't I?

Caspiel Kytix: What do you mea-. Gods damn it, it's already recording.

Obed Scael: I told you so.

Caspiel Kytix: Shut up!

[Pause - 4 seconds]

Caspiel Kytix: Umm. Hello. This is Caspiel Kytix, initiating audio log number 1 on behalf of the Synrock Planetary Defence Force.

Obed Scael: You don't need to say your name, you dolt. It can recognize your voice.

Caspiel Kytix: Oh... I knew that...

[Sounds of muffled throat clearing]

[Pause - 2 seconds]

Caspiel Kytix: This is audio log number 1. Today, while on guard duty, an unusual incident occurred that I feel compelled to document. Obed had a strange encounter. The reason I am the one documenting this and not him, is because Obed is in complete denial.

Obed Scael: It was nothing! A Zalthar probably got him, that's all.

Caspiel Kytix: Zalthar bites don't make people's skin fall off. I saw the body, you know? You and Maida made a mess of it, but I could still tell. That was not a Zalthar.

Obed Scael: Then what do you think it was?

Caspiel Kytix: I don't know! Now stop interrupting me…

Obed Scael: Fine. Have fun with your diary, but keep it down, I am trying to sleep.

[Sounds of muffled throat clearing]
 [Pause - 3 seconds]

Caspiel Kytix: This is Caspiel Kytix, recording from Synrock Planetary Defence outpost number two, camp Orion. Approximately two standard hours ago, a man came in from the forest. From his fatigues, or what was left, we could tell that he was a fellow Synrock Planetary Defence Force soldier. He must have trekked from a different outpost, as all 5342 soldiers stationed here were accounted for when command took roll call.

Upon arrival on the borders of camp Orion, the man was notably malnourished. He must have been living off the land for the duration of his travel from either Outpost Havenfall or, Gods forbid, Camp Nova. His remains are unidentifiable due to heavy las damage sustained as he approached the camp. Before this damage was sustained, I was told, the skin of his shoulder was, quote, a festering mass of blackening, liquifying flesh which was spouting black ichor that fizzled on contact with grass, resulting in patches of dead vegetation in his path, unquote.

No wildlife on this planet can inflict that amount of damage witnessed on this man and I have said as much in my report submitted to high command.

It’s getting late. I must go.

[End of Audio Log 01]

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[Audio Log 02]

[Sounds of scuffling against the microphone]

[Unintellageble screaming from multiple voices]

[Pained groans]

Caspiel Kytix: Oh Gods. They've overwhelmed us! Three Astartes have fallen, and our defences crumbled. We stand no chance against such a force. They came upon us like a swarm of quivlisk, cutting down everyone in their path. The situation is dire. Bunker two has been decimated, and those of us who survived are in the medicae. Obed... Obed was injured during the attack.

[Caspiel sniffling]

[Pause - 6 seconds]

He’s asleep now, but his skin is so pale. There is a gash on his chest. The medic told me it was infected, and he applied some kind of balm meant to disinfect the wound.

Gods damn it. Why was I spared? It should have been me.

[Pause - 5 seconds]

Signing off

[End of Audio Log 02]

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[Audio Log 03]

Caspiel Kytix:It has been two weeks since the attack.

[Pause - 2 seconds]

Obed is dead. Passed away last night.

[Pause - 3 seconds]

[Heavy breath followed by heavy coughing]

So many people died from that night. The enemy’s blades were coated in some kind of poison for which none of our cures worked. Obed got worse and worse by the day until he just… Stopped breathing. Or so I was told. I was on guard duty when he passed. I couldn’t even be by his side at the end.

[Pause - 10 seconds]

We are undermanned now. Even more than before. Before the beginning of this log, I was stationed on the wall for five days without rest. 379 of us died in the initial attack and 132 more have died in the past two weeks from their injuries. Worse than that, there was something in the water. Infected so many of us. 1274 have died from this infection so far, bleeding out of their mouths until they were dried husks. We burnt all their bodies to be safe.

Only a fifth of our water was untainted. It’s all gone now; we lost 218 souls through these two weeks trying to get more. No word has come back from anyone that was sent. Command keeps trying, though. They’re desperate. I can feel it

God-Emperor have mercy on us all.

[End of Audio Log 03]

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[Audio Log 04]

Caspiel Kytix: It’s over. It’s really over

[Coughing]

Command has decided to surrender. I can’t blame them. We’re all too weak to fight anyways. It’s been three weeks since the attack. They sent 336 more to their deaths looking for water. I could hear screams and las discharge when they crossed into the tree line. I was on guard when almost every party was sent, but I could never see a thing. They must still be waiting in the trees, ambushing whoever leaves.

1892 of us have died from sickness, or thirst. My symptoms have been worsening too.

In two hours, we will all gather at the front gate to go out and surrender. Many of the more optimistic among us have hope that we will be shown mercy. They’re delusional. No mercy will come for us other than the mercy of the God-Emperor after our deaths.

[Pause - 5 seconds]

We were wrong. We were all so wrong

[End of Audio Log 04]

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[Audio Log 05]
[Coughing]
[Pained Groans]

[A crowd speaking]

[Shuffling of shoes on dirt]

Caspiel Kytix: We go out now. All 1111 of us who remain. Some of us have to be carried out, or dragged. We brought this upon ourselves. This will be my last recording, I am sure.

[Walking]

Wait. There is only one of them. Hah… We thought there were so many more. That’s what we deserve. A true angel of the God-Emperor defeated our tainted masters. It couldn’t be any other way.

A crowd has formed around him now. I will be going now. I must beg for forgiveness.

[Praying begins from a thousand voices]

Oh, Emperor, radiant and just,
I humbly kneel before your divine presence.
In my weakness and imperfection, I beseech thee,
Forgive my transgressions, my failings, and my sins.

I have faltered on the path of righteousness,
Strayed from the light of your guidance.
Grant me the strength to resist temptation,
And the wisdom to discern right from wrong.

In your infinite mercy, cleanse my soul,
Wash away the stains of my wayward deeds.
For you are the beacon of hope in the darkness,
The guardian of humanity's destiny.

Unidentified voice: Remain still, and accept the judgement of the God-Emperor!

[Bones snapping]
[Praying continues]

Caspiel Kytix: Emperor, hear my prayer, and in your grace,
Grant me the absolution I so earnestly seek.

[Shouts of agony]
[Bones cracking]
[Scuffling]
[Footsteps on grass]

For you are the Immortal Emperor of Mankind.
Please accept our deaths as penance.
We are not wor—
[Crack]

[audio recorder drops to the floor]

[End of Audio Log 05]

Inquisitorial Communicae

AUTHOR: **Kalilor Hammerbach, Ordo Astartes**

SUBJECT: **Potential Investigation Case Contributions**

RECIPIENT: **Nina Jzzei, Logos Historica Veritas**

I pen this missive with a solemn request: spare me the burden of needless interruptions, as my duty demands constant vigilance and focus to determine heretical practices and imminent threats to the Imperium. The weight of responsibility upon my shoulders is as heavy as the Emperor's gaze, and every moment stolen by trivial matters erodes our collective defences. I implore you to respect the urgency of my task and allow me the solitude necessary to complete it faithfully. My mind is a fortress fortified against distractions, focused on the God-Emperor's guiding light. To disturb this sanctuary is to jeopardize the very fabric of our fight against the darkness.

Please know that every minute spent on trivial matters is a minute lost in the ceaseless battle for mankind's survival. I understand it is the great Lord Commander's wish for your kind to ask these questions, but I beseech you, let not your inquiries weigh upon my already burdened soul. If you must contact me again, supply more than documents for a chapter founding and eyewitness reports of varying veracity.

May the Emperor's light shine upon us all,

REPORT END█