Omake #1

Cassiel batted the spear away with the flat of his blade. His arm was vibrating and felt numb from the force of the strange man's attacks. Every blow threatened to penetrate his battle plate and he was using every ounce of his experience and training to keep the man at bay.

Cassiel has been preparing to board a Chaos vessel with a strike team of the better part of his company. The teleport pad suffered a catastrophic failure mid transition and he was left at the mercy of the rolling tides of the warp.

Te next thing he remembered, he was in was seemed to be a schola on a relatively advanced planet.

Before he could react, he felt the eyes of the man in blue upon him.

The man muttered something about no witnesses and lamenting having to kill someone else uninvolved and proceeded to attempt, and nearly succeed, to kill the space marine.

Strangely enough, however, the man seemed to be having the time of his life.

"Oho? You're not bad big man! You're not a Servant so who are you?"

Cassiel grunted and swung the blade, narrowly missing the inhumanly fast man in blue who seemed to dance around him. Cassiel couldn't be considered slow by anything save for maybe the Aeldari. He was the Emperor's Finest and the title didn't come without some expectations.

But this man…

"I could ask the same of you."

They circled one another in the courtyard of the home their fight had carried into. The man kept his lance pointed at Cassiel, prepared to strike like a viper at the slightest hint of an opening.

Cassiel left none.

The man rushed forward regardless, trusting in his insane speed to break Cassiel's guard, and drove home with the lance.

Cassiel reacted, his superhuman senses kicking into overdrive and flooding his body with adrenaline so that he could react in time.

It almost worked.

The lance connected with his left pauldron and sent the several hundred pounds of armor and muscle that is a Primaris Astartes in MK X battleplate spinning backwards with enough force to send him through the shed wall.

Cassiel had lost his blade in the sudden blow and rolled to his feet with his combat knife in hand. The man smirked and drove for the inevitable kill.

Cassiel roared his defiance and only wishing he'd had his blade in his hands.

Some say that luck doesn't exist, but on that day Captain Anteas Cassiel was lucky. The man in blue's eyes widened and he leapt away, apparently sensing danger.

At that moment a bright light filled the remains of the shed and Cassiel felt a pulling on his soul.

His auto senses reset and when the light finally dissipated, there stood a young girl.

She looked no more than 17 Terran standard years old but when she opened her eyes, Cassiel saw a warrior.

The emerald gems had a fierce martial flint to them as the fell upon the Ultramarine Captain as he grabbed the hilt of his sword from the rubble.

She approached him and with no reservation or fear said in a voice overflowing with nobility and cool confidence; "I ask of you, are you my master?"