Assault Captain – Ashen Shrikes
Assault Captain of the Ashen Shrikes
Battle Brother Ungriel
Designation – Captain of the Assault Team
Role – Field Leader and Close Combat Expert
Ungriel and Passeris never saw eye to eye…well. That would be putting it mildly. Passeris frowned upon Ungriel’s “reckless enthusiasm” and Ungriel often belittled Passeris’s irritating over-planning. Passeris saw Ungriel as no less than a petulent and attention-hungry child and Ungriel returned the favor in kind by calling him a coward. Ungriel would enjoy humiliating Passeris in one-on-one combat while Passeris simply trounced Ungriel in firefight exercises. Simply put, Ungriel and Passeris would never regard each other was friends. And never has since.
So it was quite the shock when Passeris approached him with offers of mutiny. The ever-timid Passeris approaching Ungriel, of all people, with talks of mutiny was not what Ungriel had in mind when he started what he thought was just another day of tedium.
And as Ungriel let Passeris explain, it was apparently it wasnt just Passeris. There were many more conspirators. Of course, initially Passeris wouldnt describe them by name. Ever loyal Passeris, willing to die alone and tight-lipped if he was to be caught. And being caught was definitely a possibility, for what was stopping Ungriel from openly denouncing Passeris for conspiring to mutiny.
It was just luck for Passeris that Ungriel was no stranger to an idea such as mutiny. In fact, Ungriel had been having an inkling of such thoughts. Nothing solid or anything planned out. It’s just that Ungriel knew that he was just wasting life away to tedium. Year after year of tedious void patrol, punctuated mundane civil pacification or xenos pirate hunting. He wasnt even in a real Astartes Chapter, merely a Chapter in name, consigned to a role of a glorified attack dog for a small detachment of Imperial Navy fleet. No. He didnt fight teeth and nail for his survival as a street scum, just to end up coddling a bunch of trade ships. He didnt endure the numerous agonising gene-seed transplants just to utilise them in fighting the occasional ork pirates. He didnt grit and bear while training with sweat in his eyes and blood in his mouth just to sit around week after week on a void ship. No. He worked hard, harder than anyone else that he knows, to become an Astartes. To become a Demi-god. And he was now wasting away his Demi-godhood to boredom.
Yes. This was his chance to break away from all of it. And for once, Ungriel found Passeris’s over-planning to be of use. As usual, he has thought through everything. Everything from the response times of the retaliators to slowly but surely probing out which individuals to trust, which individuals to eliminate and who to place at key positions. Ungriel’s job was simple. Convince the rest of his Assault Squad, travel via boarding torpedo and capture one of the cruisers.
