|Battle Cry||"We claim this domain for the Emperor!"|
|Successors of||Raven Guard|
|Chapter Master||Raquilon Zandtus|
|Colours||Celestial Blue with white helmet, backpack, and arms with black left poleyn and company color top vent and trim|
Trained extensively in close-quarters warfare and veterans of a dozen close-fought cityfights, the Necropolis Hawks are stoic and efficient in their warfare. They bear their battlefield role insignia upon their backpacks so that their comrades can identify them even in the choking smoke and dust of urban war, which coupled with their color scheme is ironically not very stealthy for what is ostensibly a Raven Guard successor.
They are also capable of humor, meaning as far as Space Marines go they might as well be comedians. In the short story “Kill Shot” (part of the Tales of Vigilus series) a group of Necropolis Hawks Reivers are duking it out with Genestealer Cultists and they get to a lull in the fight. The Sergeant gets pissed at one of his Reivers for losing his knife and states that he’ll be letting their chaplain know about his failure to keep his equipment. The Reiver responds by saying that he’ll be sure to ask the Genestealer who’s gut contains his shattered knife pieces to explain the situation to his Chaplain. This gets a chuckle out of the other Reiver in the squad and shuts the Sergeant up quick. Right funny fucks they are.
- Participating in the War of Beasts, currently specializing in dealing with Gellerpox Infected.
- Lost several brothers to abduction by edgy knife-eared cunts, almost certainly for usage as fuck-toys, guess being cute AND funny in the 42nd Millennium singles you out for such treatment.