High Captain Jehu

**Jehu**, known as the '***Wayward Son***', was the High Captain of the XIIth Legion, the Fire Keepers, 333rd Assault Company. Of all the Niklaas' sons, his expertise in rapid assault warfare was the greatest. With the outbreak of the Ruins, his expertise would be vital to adding an element of unpredictability to the Fire Keeper's usually static tendencies.

## **History**

Jehu was born on Obsailles, and was infamous for his impetuous nature and reckless actions.

During his youth, it was known that he was very much against "hiding" behind the village walls, and as he aged began to request more regularly the chance to seek the Witches and monsters that held the planet at ransom.

The tribe elders finally acquiesced to Jehu's request, mostly under the assumption that the young man would die in the wilderness, and never be seen again.

Jehu took a small group of the most vocally aggressive watchmen with him, venturing into the Obsailles wildeness, racing the setting of the Sun to claim a trophy and return.

As the party entered the darkened woods, Jehu began to display an unnerving natural talent to predict the beasts, correctly concluding that the dense undergrowth blocking the sunlight would allow the unnatural abominations to roam at wil during the day.

Jehu anticipated an ambush, as he entered a clearing surrounded by unnaturally dense foliage, and kept his soldiers hidden, as he entered alone.

When the beast finally attacked, Jehu had nothing to rely on but his prior predictions, and his fast reflexes, managing to wound the creature and keep it at by with a rusted short sword, until his men counter charged it from the nearby foliage. By the time the conflict was over, he was battered, bruised and had suffered a severe cut to his face, that scarred heavily. At the tender age of 13, Jehu had slain his first Beast.

When the huge stranger and his entourage of soldiers discovered Jehu's village, he was surprised to find that a number of young men, none older than 15, were running regular patrols outside the walls, and deep into inhospitable territory. The stranger, identifying himself as Niklaas, found the village surprisingly relaxed and comfortable, and was even trusted to take up residence outside the walls, while his demands were heard.

The tribal village, in return for the Primarch's defensive expertise and mastery, allowed their youth patrols to join Niklaas' retribution forces on Obsailles.

Niklaas, a being renowned for severity and discipline struggled controlling the unruly youths, their allegiance only truly given to Jehu, their unofficial leader, due to his popularity and uncommon views that Obsailles would be reclaimed by their hands, for they were the ones with the courage to strike back.

As a result, the Primarch himself was forced to stoop to talking with Jehu, after his attempts to install discipline were met with failure, time and time again, the youths impetuousness defying his logical mind.

Jehu, alongside his Primarch turned their destructive natures upon the foe in a cohesive manner, using them as impromptu counter attack and recon squads, keeping his boys in control through sheer force of personality.

After Niklaas met the Emperor, and was eventually reunited with his Legion, many of Obsailles youth, Jehu included, volunteered to join the Legion.

Upon his successes Jehu rose in the ranks of the Astartes, dogged by a reputation for unorthodox tactics, a lack of discipline both of himself, and men under his command. Indeed, his final elevation to High Captain, delivered by Niklaas himself, and the right to run his own assault company, was rumoured by many to be a way of "disposing" of unruly troops, resistant to discipline.

However, the 333rd Assault Company continued to succeed against the odds, Jehu's personal leadership almost directly responsible time and time again. The Chaplain assigned to his company, issued numerous complaints, all of which were forwarded to the Primarch himself.

So the rumour goes, that Niklaas' face contorted with fury, the corner of his mouth slightly twitching, in what the unknowing would consider a smirk.

There are no rumours, that possibly explain, how Jehu was finally awarded the title as the Legion Patriarch. For a Legion renowned for discipline, and legal pursuits, for an honorary title of such weight to be bestowed upon an unruly Captain, with little care or though beyond the next fight, is baffling.

## **Physical Description**

Jehu stands above many of his brothers, in physical stature as well as rank. He towers almost a foot above most Astartes, his barrel chest allowing him to wield the heaviest of weapons with a contemptuous ease. Ideed, his greatest weapon is the Iona Wave Blade, a huge power sword most Astartes would have to weild with two hands, swung with the grace and ease of a duelist in his right hand alone.

Jehu's grey eyes can meet his Primarch's with the barest tilt of his head, a faint smirk on his face, such is his stature. Few would have the nerve to do so, but to Jehu, his good natured jibes, and optimistic views are considered a political tool in their own right, but one that can cut the careless user.

## **Wargear**

* **Iona Wave Blade**
* **Bolt Pistol**
* **Artificer Armour**
* **Iron Halo**
* **Frag Grenades**
* **Krak Grenades**