User:Angelios

Angelios – Blade in Shadow, Blade Reforged

Former Sardaukar Squad Leader | Exile of Salusa Secundus | Warrior of House Helheim Born 10,165 AG | Age 34 (as of 10,199 AG) Status: Active in Service to House Helheim, Sub-vassal to House Atreides

   “A blade once broken remembers the hand that reforged it.”

I. Forged in Ash – The Origins on Salusa Secundus (10,165 AG – 10,180 AG)

Angelios was born into the black dust and jagged soil of Salusa Secundus, the Imperial prison world where weakness was culled and strength was honed into steel. Selected at birth for Sardaukar trials, he endured starvation, psychological torment, and combat survival — a crucible that claimed six of every thirteen children before the age of eleven.

Angelios did not rise through rage, as many did. He rose through precision. He learned to fight as a philosophy — calculated, deliberate, and lethal. By age fifteen, he had already participated in controlled field operations. By nineteen, he was commanding his own ten-man unit — a Sardaukar decurion — one of the youngest ever promoted during the waning years of Shaddam Corrino IV's reign.

His service was unflinching. From the ice strikes on Poritrin to the skirmishes on Bela Tegeuse, Angelios lived as a Blade of the Emperor — and his men, his brothers, followed him without hesitation into fire and death. II. The Betrayal – A Coup of Silence (10,188 AG – 10,189 AG)

In 10,188 AG, a disastrous intelligence leak led to the ambush of a Sardaukar convoy on Ix. The data trail pointed — falsely — to Angelios’s unit. A corrupt Imperial functionary named Cassor D’rell had sold the information to House Moritani to line his pockets and destabilize a rival.

But the truth was inconvenient. The Sardaukar were becoming a liability in the Emperor’s court — a reminder of violence in a time of shifting political favor. A scapegoat was needed. Angelios was sacrificed.

Without trial, he and the few surviving members of his squad were convicted. His name was struck from active rolls. His records sealed. His sentence: penal servitude on Arrakis, under Harkonnen administration. III. Two Years of Fire – The Chains of Arrakis (10,189 AG – 10,191 AG)

The spice fields of Arrakis were cruel — even for a Sardaukar.

Angelios was stripped of rank, name, and dignity. Assigned to trench labor and spice filter repairs, he endured blistering heat, Harkonnen beatings, and the constant threat of sandworm death. The other slaves feared him; the overseers resented his unbroken posture.

But he did not resist. Not yet. For two years, he carried his burden in silence, training each night alone, his mind sharper than the blades once bound to his wrist.

He expected to die there. Quietly. Forgotten. IV. Liberation – The Strike of House Helheim (10,191 AG)

In 10,191 AG, during a major spice harvest in the Red Expanse, fate turned.

A sudden strike by House Helheim — a minor, honour-bound House loyal to House Atreides — shattered the Harkonnen operation. Led by Count Immortal of Haus Helheim, the raid was swift and brutal. Spice stores were seized. Overseers executed. Slaves freed.

In the chaos, Angelios stood — unarmed, exhausted — yet unmistakably dangerous. He did not flee like the others. He merely watched.

Count Immortal did not recognize his value that day. But he spared him, without hesitation — offering water, freedom, and dignity.

To Angelios, this was not merely a rescue. It was redemption. V. The Blade Reforged – Service in Haus Helheim (10,191 AG – Present)

Angelios offered his sword — and his silence — to Haus Helheim in gratitude. The Count accepted.

At first, he served in menial guard posts, silent and reserved. But word of his discipline spread quickly. During House duels and sparring sessions, his finesse outmatched decorated Helheim warriors. He disarmed a seasoned blademaster without striking a killing blow — an act that deeply impressed the Count.

From that day forward, the Count watched him closely.

Angelios did not ask for command. But warriors began to seek his guidance. His quiet mentorship. His restraint. His fire — tightly held, but unmistakably there.

Now, in 10,199 AG, he serves once again — not as the Emperor’s blade, but as a free warrior of principle. A shadow reborn, pledged not to crowns but to honor.

“The Emperor forgot me. The worm has no memory. But the Count gave me water when I had none. And for that — I am his blade now.”