As the city crumbled around him, Governor Henson hurried to the spaceport. He dragged his bulbous body along with the odious tapestry and bling that adorned it. "Hurry, you fools!" he shouted at the serfs behind him. They carried his prized collections of wines and golden chronometers. A piece of rockcrete fell from the ornate ceiling and onto the people in the hall. Henson cared not. He felt no pity for them. If anything, he felt anger. Anger that his priceless cloak was now ruined by dust and blood. "Useless," he hissed as he kept running. Soon, he reached the spaceport. But it was strangely empty. Only one dark green Thunderhawk was left and it was taking off. "Wait!" he shouted, "Hold it! Stop!" The ship didn't stop. It did, however, slow down. Its back end opened as the pilot rotated the large vessel. Henson saw people inside. Peasants. Low lives. Beggars, prostitutes, and low-ranking guards. And one other far larger figure. "Space marine!" the governor yelled as he wheezed for air, "Lower the ship! The xenos are nearly here!" The Astarte didn't flinch. The Thunderhawk slowly began ascending and its back end was closing. "What do you think you're doing?! Get back here and do your duty!" "We are doing our duty, governor," the marine said calmly, "The people are safe. Our mission is complete." "You cannot be serious! What about me!?" Just before the Thunderhawk's doors closed, the marine turned and gave one last glance at Henson. "What about you?" he said coldly. The vessel left. The force of its engines pushed the bulbous governor onto his back. His robes were now soaked in rainwater and blood. "Get back here!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get back here you damned-" A low growl stole his words from his throat. Slowly, Henson turned around and saw a pair of red eyes staring at him from the darkness. Then another pair. Then another and then another. And then... "No." ... the empty streets of the dead city were filled with one final scream.

The governer was then chokeslammed by the incomming salamander commander

Brother Gora is right. Vulkan would be proud.

The dreadnaught being courteous of civilians is hilarious

"Wow, what a pleasant and happy day i am having." Chaotic voices: "Hello gentleman, ever heard of depression? YOU HAVE IT NOW!"

One Week Later FF: "...Brother, fetch me the flamer." SM: "But Forgefather, the tyranid forces have already been routed." FF: "The HEAVY flamer."

I need sequel were the entire salamander chapter come in and get rid of the filth swarming the planet. And then deal with the trynid swarm.

"I have the weight" that's one hell of a reason to not miss the gym.

We need a sequel of the girl returning the standard to the salamanders, so the chapter knows they died in honor, never disgraced.

When the Salamander fleet arrives, this planet is going undergo a . . . change of leadership.

"Let's make our end memorable!" - Salamanders in their last stand against the Tyranids.

When Vulkan He'Stan learned of this, said Governor was rapidly demoted to "Urinal Servitor" by authority of "Come and Fucking Stop Me."

He had hid behind his walls, his towers, and his spires. He had hid behind his men and his entourage and his status. At first, he had distance. Even the largest of mountains were small if viewed from afar. How small the Space Marines seemed then. They were few. His men were many. And even the largest of mountains would fall to a thousand charges. How large, then, did the Space Marine in front of him seem. And he remembered the litanies and prayers from his childhood, long ago, long before his ascension. They were not just 'Space Marines'. They were not merely genetically modified transhuman supersoldiers. No. They were His Angels. And they brought death. The yellow visor was silent. His Chapter was fire clad, and his visor brought calm light. But there was no warmth today. Not from the Salamanders, not from his people, not toward him. The governor, he who proclaimed himself lord of the land, who saw his authority above that of the Adeptus Astartes, felt small then. His guards had thrown down their arms, crying and weeping in regret. Those who had been careless enough to fire upon the approaching party by the governor's words were cut down without mercy, a far cry from the gentleness the previous party displayed during their first interaction. The rest of the nobles, their sharp tongues and poison spit lost in their throats, some voiding their bowels, their so called dignity abandoned, huddled fearfully in their corners. Next to the Space Marine was a girl. Some random girl from some poor sector of the world, dirty, raggaed... enraged. Her name was Stephanie, a nobody, and yet something allowed her to not only stand beside one of the Emperor's own with her back straight, and also allowed her to carry the heavy, weighted standard of the Second Company without question. - When there was no response on the Vox and the Augur scans returned null results for life signals, they had felt saddened but understanding. Space Marines fought. Space Marines died. So long as they had accomplished their duties. But the air was different. There was no welcoming party to greet them, the gate firmly closed, the bodies of their brothers strewn about like garbage. When they entered the walls, they saw a flood of people kneeling around a girl, the girl kneeing around a flag. A standard. Their Standard. There was confusion, of course, and mistrust, for a Standard should stay with those that had carried it into battle, always. But there were always exceptions. The girl, (Stephanie, my Lord, she said through tears), was questioned and a clear picture was borne. One of cowardness. Of greed. Of a man that did not know his place. And the simmering flames of sadness rose to an inferno of rage. - Salamanders. They who embodied the warmth of fire, the hope it represented. A campfire in the darkness of void, welcome to all who make seek asylum from the horrors beyond. But fire was dual visaged. Fire was not just for heat or for power. Fire burned. Fire raged. Fire represented the Emperor's Light. The Emperor's Light was hope. The Emperor's Light was Wrath. "I-" the governor tried, stammering. "I-" "For the lives you have acosted," the Captain said, and he was referring to the civilians that had perished outside those walls; he would morn his brothers separate, for they died a warrior's death. "For the dishonor you sow at the highest levels. In the Emperor's name, and in that of our Father, Vulkan, I sentence you to death." "W-wai-ahhhh~!" The governor, so fanciful of his geothermal baths, bathed down in the purest of flames: promethium, which cleanses all. The body fell, charring and smoking, still wreathed in holy fire. The prayers loudened. As if the Emperor would forgive them for their sins. The Captain knelt down, one hand on Stephanie's shoulders. "You have the spirit of a dragon," he whispered. "Thank you for keeping this safe." He took the banner's staff into his hands. "My brother would be proud." Stephanie nodded as the Salamander rose. Then they turned and left. An in their smouldering hearts echoed one word: Fools.

Well done my son, you all have completed your duty as a Salamanders

Governor Henson was actually a scholar up until he died His last lesson? Fuck around and find out

The nobles sit opposite a space marine captain drumming his fingers on a massive wooden table, damaging it with each go. Besides him stands Stephanie, still holding the banner. "So...I heard you berated my battle brothers, abandoned those whose care you were entrusted with and damaged a venerable veteran of the chapter in your cowardice. This matter will have to be addressed. Once the Tyrranids are driven off, naturally. Come Stephanie." He stands from the ruined chair, his full height casting a long shadow over them. They depart the chamber, passing his personal guard. They follow, all but one. He speaks into his private comm so the girl does not have to hear. "Brother, purge the gene stealers." Official reports would state that the rulers of the hive were incinerated by tyrranid bio plasma in a freak turn of events.

And every single Salamander had the exact same final thought: "Worth it."

10 years later a new battalion was born lead by General Stephanie Smith. They were called... THE HELL DRAKES.

I'm officially part of the "37 seconds ago" gang. Also, this comic hurt me in the feels. WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DIE?!

The polite dreadnought is so cute

3:15 Vulkan is residing at the deepest darkest corner of his room at Nocturne where he's playing Battle Mace 42 Million and waiting for the Salamanders to gather all Nine Artefacts together so he will finally come out, sneak into space and then make a dramatic entrance via drop pod to congratulate them for retrieving them with the Power of Friendship.

it actually made me tear up at the end, when the girl was holding the flag high and proud, chanting their creed

Sister Stephanie contributed to the war effort against the Tyranid menace by occasionally snare-trapping a lone Ripper worm and tossing it into the household furnace. Watching as it writhes in pain as Vulkan's firey benevolence engulfs it.

Vulkan, appearing behind the governor like he's the Undertaker: *i hope the Emperor has mercy on your soul, for i will not...*

Stephanie well on her way to becoming Saint Stephanie of the Blazing Anvil

I'd like to see a sequel when the relief fleet arrives and the Planetary Nobility get their comeuppance for effectively hindering the Astartes in their mission and causing them to die by not leaving the gate open for them. That Spire Lord is about to get executed publicly.

The giga chad salamanders are at it again

That governor just cost the Salamanders not only a squad of capable marines, but a Dreadnaught as well. Dreadnaughts are very rare and important components of any space marine chapter, not only for the veteran of a thousand battles, but the tech of the dreadnaught chassis itself. It's more than enough to suspect the governor and his lackeys as genestealer cultists If an Inquisitor hears about this, they wouldn't even need to placate anyone higher on the administratum to execute this idiot. The Salamanders commander that arrives with the fleet wouldn't need one either.

"And they tell stories of how 4 marines and 1 Dreadnought defeated the whole swarm till death for a marine's life is worth a thousand enemies."

I am proud to call the Salamanders my chapter. They are truly one of, if not the only, beacon of hope in the squalid darkness of 40k.

0:40 I wouldn't be surprised if those nobles are closet Slaaneshi cultists since hedonism is common among them in the Imperium.

"No more wilfull disobedience." Oh, Ancient, have you not forgotten? The best soldiers are the hardest to control.

"They are my Space Marines, and they shall not know fear." - The Emperor of Mankind

This one really hurt. The only way this could've been worse is if it were Lamenters protecting them.

1:30 At least there is a benefit of being a Dreadnought, a regular Astarte or even a squad of them wouldn't be able to hold up the closing gate long enough for the civilians to get through.

I find the dreadnaught saying, “Excuse me.” Very funny. Never thought I’d hear someone so ancient be so courteous.

The imperium doesn't deserve the salamanders. At least the leadership.

I half expected the girl lighting up the city, or the governor's palace, when she said "INTO THE FIRE", comically.

I better see the sequel were that governor gets crushed by a Salamander or dies in the most pathetic way. *VULKAN LIVES*

Venerable Brother Gora (dreadnaught) does indeed LIFT. HE HAS THE WEIGHT.

Alternate version: The gate control room personel rebel at the order and keep the gae open, holding the control room from the royal guard long enough for the salamanders to get inside. Their death is more fuel to the fire when the Sons of Vulcan come knocking on he palace gates.

I can’t wait to see the second part where a good part of the chapter come to the planet, *very pissed off knowing how their brothers and the civilians were received by the governor. They would probably be joined by an inquisitor that will find, suspicious, at least, that a governor dared say “fuck you” to HIS angels.*

remember, no matter what chapter, the Space Marines will and always be human. Ranging from a firstborn to one of the emperors 10’000. *they will always be human. in birth, and death.*

Salamanders. Humility and humanity against selfishness. Strong enough to protect others via ones sacrifice against protecting ones selfish desires. A simple thought to whom put above; me or them. Sons of the XVIII th derive strenght from that simple thought - "Them." "Into the Fires of Battle Unto the Anvil of War".

and this is why Salamanders are the best loyal chapter period and I will fight any who say otherwise

These nobles will pay a price, and the judges will impose terrifying punishments. This is a start-up battle group, and these nobles are simply insane

Just a small combat patrol and they manage to rescue that many civilians for weeks. Vulkan will be proud.

The Emperor Protects. The Fallen will forever be known as the Emperor's Finest.

When the fleet comes, the girl will stand with the standart in her hand fighting against the Xenos. Holding it up high for all to see in a desprate last stand against the Xenos. The govoneur and his ... are dead. The last surviewers are behind the banner fo this Salamander. They evac the last humans, exterminatus the planet and have a few new heros on there side.

I like to imagine that much like in the case of Yarrick on Armageddon, that there is an old decrepit and retired commissar, he pulls his old coat on, racks a bolt into faithful old Coward's Bane and goes to have a meeting with the governor.

After rest of the chapter comes, and anihilates the Tyranids, they should "recruit" that Govener as a "crewmate" on theyr Battle Barge.

It is so much tears and honour in me eyes when them dreadies speak to us as "little brother". For the emperor!

That's why Salamanders, are my favorite chapter of space marines.

Turn the governor into a conscious servitor and remove his vocal cords so he can’t even scream, than make his only function to open a door in the hallway of the hall dedicated to remembering that squad’s sacrifice

That fit the Salamanders so fucking much it brings me to Tears, I'm only surprised we don't the a " X Time later " the Salamander Fleet with the Salamanders and a well deserved Punishment for this Gouvernour for his doing. Battlebrother! You give me the Feeltrain like a Demolisher Canon in my Face.

Why dose this hurt?! When i first read it i felt nothing, but the voices and the emotions they applied to it.... it felt like pride to see are salamanders, but at the same time felt the pain watching them die one by one as they give their lives for the people.... for humanity. May these marines be by the emperor side.

"INTO THE FIRES OF BATTLE! UNTO THE ANVIL OF WAR!" Vulkan would be proud of his sons, they did their duty until the end. I almost cried when Brother Goro held the door so everyone could get through, I was so happy and so proud of him. The Salamanders were heroes, and their sacrifice shall be remembered forever. Their flames may have gone out, but their embers they left behind still shine bright in the cold darkness of the galaxy. That governer is going to understand exactly what he did and why he is unfit for the role of governor.

When the planetary governor told the salamander that he isn’t gunna rescue civilians. 😂

No matter how big or small the salamanders will be there, from sending supplies to making there last stand. Vulkan knows his sons will fight to protect the imperium of man. so he forges a metal flower with the name of that salamander and puts it in his garden so the imperium of man does not forget the sacrifices of his sons

And when the Chapter master hears of this, he'll be more frightening than the great dragons the Salamanders slay on Nocturne. May the God Emperor show mercy on the planetary governor for the rage of Salamanders will show no mercy...

Vulkan Lives! *STOMP STOMP*

This is why the sons of Vulkan will always be my favorite. Despite knowing they would perish that day, they faced their fate with pride, knowing they saved a few more innocents. Just as their father would.

what people thing men want: money, women, cars what they actually want:

Well, a few things for shure; 1 that girl is a future high ranking auxilia officer and is going to go Lotara Sarin on anyone who tries to touch that standard 2 that governor is going to have a VERY bad day, preferrably becouse of a heavy flamer 3 this guys are just Salamanders, nothing more, nothing less 4 exactly becouse they are Salamanders, One minute of silence at attention is required for the proud sons of Vulkan, bastions of mankind and MEN among men. INTO THE FIRE OF BATTLE, ONTO THE ANVIL OF WAR!!!!

The salamanders chapters and the lamenters are the ones who care I feel so sorry for the suffering both go through

I swear the vulkan are just so wholesome with their flamethrowers they didn't deserve to die like that

Unfortunately for Governor Henson, the liberation fleet would be accompanied by none other than Commissar Holt. The pimp hand he would go on to deliver to the inept noble would become the stuff of legend throughout the entire sub-sector. A story of hope for the common man to show them that there is indeed justice in the galaxy, and a cautionary tale for proud nobles about the dangers of failing to live up to the Emperor's expectations.

The Salamanders are gonna have “words” with that governor for his actions.

I NEED A PART 2!!! I WANT JUSTICE!!!!!!

"I'm going down, I'm taking as many of you with me as i can" -Those guys

A dreadnought calling a space marine "little brother" made my day

There must have been some sneaky Aeldari Ninjas there, too. Because, someone cut a bunch of onions over my keyboard.

I feel it’s canon now that all dreadnoughts refer to other space marines as little brother

How could he's not be proud to see his sons act so noble . It's a vulcan ever wanted for his boys.

We need a part 2 of the salamanders fleet arriving and saving them but also with the salamander chapter master backhanding that Noble so hard he bounces off the walls like a cartoon character because God damn he pisses me off

"Emperor give me strength", first time invoking the Emperor ever gave me chills 👍

Weep not for the salamanders for their fire still burns bright, with in their chest Into the fires of battle, unto the anvil of war.

Into the fires of battle, unto the anvil of war. Like a true Astartes to the very end.

What a phenomenal comic! Without a doubt, those Salamanders made both Vulkan and the Emperor proud VULKAN LIVES!

To be fair they barely got civilians inside in time. Still that is pretty brave..or foolish from the governor. There might be some heavy talks when rest of the chapter arrives

Imagine the face of the governor when the arriving Salamander captain will learn that his brothers were left to die for no good reason.

This is one of my favourite comics. Very few things hit me harder than stuff like this……good people doing what they KNOW is the right thing. Regardless of the cost to themselves

I’ve been waiting forever for somebody to dub this masterpiece. Much obliged Chaotic Voices

Saving even the life of a child wont redeem the Imperium, but it will redeem your soul

Damn tyranids to the deepest pits of hell.

This is my favorite comic. It shows the Salamanders as truly caring.*

Remember their defiance after you closed that gate, Henson. Their sacrifices will be remembered. You will NOT.

The standard looks like it was designed by a kid in their late teens. I can imagine after being rescued by the salamanders this kid made the design and the salamanders accepted it,later it was discovered the kid was battling a disease the entire time and eventually died. After learning this the salamanders carry a standard bearing the design and protect it at all costs out of respect

That governor is gonna know what it feels like being punched by chapter master Tu'shan for this treatment of civilians and his brothers

When I clicked on a 40k comic dub I did not expect to feel all these feelings. The second half literally brought a tear to my eye. This is so good.

I wish someone would make a comic like this, only dedicated to honoring the sacrifices of the Lamenters Chapter, such as their heroic actions during the Siege of Corillia or the liberation of Slaughterhouse III....oh well, time to go head over to A Vox in the Void and destroy my feels for a second time today

May the Emperor and Vulkan bless those brave few. They showed us the true strength of humanity!

May those spacemarines rest in peace for their heroic sacrifice

Heh, one week you say... I can give them one day at most against them because it looks like they are defenseless except hive walls and a void shield.

And for a weeks time..that valiant little girl became an Honorary Salamander, holding their banner with pride

In my final hour, in my darkest moment, when the night surrounds me and the teeth and claws anticipate my flesh, I only raise my head to ask one last time, give me the strength to save one more my Lord, give me the opportunity to bring them closer to you...at the cost of my life, at the cost of everything! "Into the fires of battle!, unto the Anvil of War!"

We are the emperors bulwark against the darkness,we give our lives to protect the citizens of the imperium

Hits right on the feels. UNTO THE ANVIL!!!

Lamenters 🤝 Salamanders *We died not only for the Imperium but for it’s people.*

Well, I, Cato Sicarius, WAS having a good day, but now I, Cato Sicarius, cannot help but feel sorrow for my less-blue cousins… Well, I, Cato Sicarius, have a battle to attend where I, Cato Sicarius, will likely win in glooorious combat with my superior skill and strategy.