Death Consuls

The Death's consuls are a loyalist chapter made up from the remnants of the Night Lords. While Konrad Curze was being an edgy little shit, some of the Nightlords from Nostramo remembered the good old days when everything was fine and dandy in their little corner of the Imperium. After the heresy, due to their heroic conduct, they were given control of an icy hellhole that was also a penal colony because someone someone in the Administratum really REALLY hated Batman Night lords.

Of course being straight edge bastards, they managed to turn this backward icy hellhole into frozen australia with a healthy helping of East Germany IN SPACE,

Death Consuls
Battle Cry	Death calls, and the hunt awaits!
Number	1,000 (Estimated)
Founding	Second Founding
Successors of	Night Lords
Chapter Master	Tigar Palme
Primarch	Konrad Curze
Homeworld	Siberis
Allegiance	Imperium of Man
Colours	Black and White

Relations

The Imperium at Large

living on Siberis for generations, hunting tactics used by the great cats have slowly but steadily become a part of the chapter's combat doctrine.

Even it's investigations of heresy on other planets have been noted by the Arbites and several inquisitors to be unorthodox. Instead of arresting and making the cultists confess, the Death's Consuls have been known to let the cultists stew for years on end before swooping in and killing them in extreme manners. The corpses left behind to be cleaned up by local law enforcement of inquisitorial troops have been described as being hunted down and immolated.

Due to such a peculiar anti-heresy strategy, the world of siberis has drawn the attention of the ordo hereticus. While inquisitorial investigations have taken place, there has been no evidence of chaos activity on the planet. However, more purist aspects of the Ecclisiarchy have raised concerns about the presence of strange shamanistic totems on the planets that penal worlders use to appease the god of the hunt. It remains to be seen if they worship the emperor, or some ruinous power of chaos.

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Farewell to Siberis

Corporal Mathilde slung her kitbag over her shoulder and looked at herself in the mirror. Her helmet hung over her head, its straps tightened and shining in the light. Her unit citation - freshly minted and given to her shone brightly on her chest. She was getting late for the pict session.

The Siberis Amazon Korps was leaving the world of Argenta in a grand parade. Their peacekeeping mission had been a resounding success, and she had stood with solemn pride as the 3rd company chapter master had saluted the dead and the injured from all three service branches of the Siberis Armed Forces.

Even though they were wildly different in their actions, the three forces had shed blood together to bring this planet back into the emperor's light. Now their work was done, and they could go back home. Honestly, she didn't want to go back to Siberis anymore.

She had it all planned out with the Dashing Commissar Fritz Von Leiter. She had met him for the first time when she was assigned to guard duty at the Order Hospitaller medical facility. The Amazon Korps chafed at the fact that the Death's Consuls went out of their way to deploy them away from the front lines. Her company captain personally called the Force commander certain names that would have resulted in a court martial, but there were no snitches in her company.

She had met Fritz when he was recovering from his wounds. He had specifically requested not to have augmentations grafted to him. The years he had spent among the 'penal legion' had turned him into a native of Siberis' badlands, and he abhorred augmentation unless it was absolutely necessary. She had befriended him during his long convalescence and they had swapped stories about their service and careers. Before long they were swapping kisses and more. She had half expected it to be a casual fling - finding comfort for herself on a distant world. However, it had turned serious at some point. She was not sure when they were in love, but she had gladly agreed when the commissar had proposed to her on his birthday.

And here she was. Being the spouse of a member of the imperial Commissariat, she would be allowed to remain with him, wherever he went. Her resignation had been processed extremely speedily and she wondered if a laspistol in the hands of her betrothed had played a hand. As it was, when the Amazon Korps departed, she would be a citizen of Argenta. Tonight was to be her last night with her unit. She couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the women she had entrusted her life to during her tour of duty.

They were trained well, actually much better than several imperial guard tithes. They were given the newer pattern flak jackets which were lighter and better at resisting stubgun fire, the perfect armor for peacekeepers. Their semiautomatic lascarbines carried them firefights with rebellious hivegangers with ease, and they had restored order to the city with remarkable ease. Her unit's bravery had earned her a placement in the newly raised Argentan PDF alongside her fiance, and she looked forward to start a new life here.

Despite all the problems with this world, it's people were remarkably free. Arbites wouldn't arrest entire families and make them disappear overnight, priests were counselors and not spies, and the people elected their own leaders.

Mathilde might miss her new comrades and the soldiers she had gotten to know during her tours of duty, but she was not going to miss Siberis. She had resented the place since her family had disappeared one day. She knew very well what might have happened to them, and she wanted to break free. The emperor had given her a chance, and she had seized it. Now she looked forward to building a new life here, on a planet that was unlike Siberis as possible. She looked at the picture of her unit before deployment. A few of them were dead now, good people, deserving of much better than what their home gave them. She only prayed that they found happiness.

The next day, Mathilde and Fritz stood arm in arm as they watched the last troop transports leave the planet. For better or worse, her life as an Amazon was over. She now had new things to look forward to, and a person with which to share them. Arm in arm, the two walked back to their new home, opposite to the Hospitaller Medical facility where they had first met.