Editing Astral Claws (section)

===The Tyrant's Own===
[[File:TyrantofBadab.jpg|thumb|right|Lugft Huron at rest. In combat form, he can reach heights of over 200 feet.|350px]]
In <u>Imperial Armour IX</u>, the history of the Astral Claws was expanded upon considerably. For those of you that give a damn, the chapter was formed sometime in M35 as a crusading chapter, and was responsible for kicking ass from one side of the Imperium to the other. Eventually, the chapter racked up enough victories and battle honors that even the [[Ultramarines|Ultrasmurfs]] would have have a bitch of a time being unimpressed. When the [[High Lords of Terra]] decided that the [[Maelstrom]] zone was becoming disturbingly rife with tomfoolery, they looked to the hardest motherfuckers they could find to put things in order: The Astral Claws. Together with the [[Mantis Warriors]] and [[Lamenters]] [[Space Marine]] chapters, the Astral Claws formed a collective known as the Maelstrom Wardens. And, to quote a historian of the 38th millennium, "they got shit done." This is what happens when chapters that are honestly devoted to destroying threats are founded. Unlike nearly every other chapter who basically sit around all day doing nothing while waiting for a “worthy” threat to appear, these three chapters and the few others like them threw themselves into the Eternal War mind, body, and soul.

When suddenly, [[Lugft Huron]].

Huron was (and still is, if a bit loony) the spiritual love-child of Arnold Schwarzenegger and a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The first mention of this sonnovabitch comes in the form of an account of his having killed an Eldar Warlock with his bare hands. While he was still a scout. No, I'm not making this shit up. From that point on, Huron enjoyed a meteoric rise to power, ascending in rank and prestige from [[Devastator Squad|Devastator]] Marine, to 1st Company Veteran, to 3rd Company Captain, to Pope, to Lord of the Dance.

It should come as little surprise then that when the time came to elect a new Chapter Master in the wake of old Chapter Master Placeholder's death by [[Ork]] choppa to the face, the majority of Astral Claws entered their vote as "Fuck yeah, Huron." Huron led his Chapter to all new echelons of facerape in the name of the [[God-Emperor of Mankind|Emprah]], riding a mechanized polar bear into battle at the forefront of the mighty Astral Claws.

Huron and his allies quickly set to work in crushing Chaos cults, [[Ork]] incursions, and all other forms of bullshit that plagued the Maelstrom zone. However, not even the greatness of the three chapters was enough to keep a lid on the brewing shitstorm that was bubbling up all over the Maelstrom zone. An attempted coup on Badab Primaris, the Astral Claw homeworld, led to a short-lived civil war on the Hive World. Huron's boys quickly put the rebels in their place, and proceeded to mete out swift justice upon those involved via bolter. In the wake of the conflict, Huron decided he'd had quite enough of little shits throughout his system trying to take what was rightfully his, and proceeded to execute most of the existing body politic on the planets his was bound to protect. Taking on the utterly awesome title of "The Tyrant of Badab", Huron made the Maelstrom zone his personal pocket empire, and began ruling it with an adamantium [[Powerfist|powerfist]].

In hopes of ending strife within his territories once and for all, Huron petitioned the [[High Lords of Terra|useless bureaucrats on Terra]] for assistance in taming the Maelstrom, hoping that the powers-that-be would see the merit in dedicating several more [[Space Marine]] chapters to the defense of a critical system of the Imperium. The High Lords, being the useless pricks that they are, denied poor Lugft's proposal, stating that the Imperium's resources would be better spent on augmenting the Lords' already substantial personal supply of prostate massagers.

This made Huron angry. And if there's one thing you never do, it's piss off an Austrian dinosaur.

Also, the Tiger Claws, one of their aforementioned 3 successors, suffered devastating casualties and had their last fleet go MIA at this time. The survivors were absorbed into the Astral Claws.