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The Captain is the single will the strike force forms around — a master swordsman and marksman in power armour, striking first in the melee and rarely missing at range. Each round it declares the Combat Doctrine the whole force fights to, and once a battle it may call its Finest Hour to steady and sharpen the brothers around it. Alone among the officers it may choose a wing: take the Terminator mark to anchor the Deathwing hold, or a war-bike to ride at the head of the Ravenwing. Whichever war it chooses to lead, the strike force bends around it.

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Derived from 7 codex citations.

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The Captain's sword-hand and second voice. A duellist quick enough to strike first and hard enough to finish what the charge begins, the Lieutenant may call its Finest Hour once a battle, lifting the fighters around it at the moment it matters most. The Captain sets the plan. The Lieutenant carries it to the part of the line that is bending, and holds it there, until the declared Doctrine turns the fight back.

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Derived from 7 codex citations.

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The Librarian is the Chapter's sanctioned psyker — a transhuman mind armoured against the warp, armed with a force weapon that bites through flesh and spirit alike. In the press of melee it is measured, and dangerous. But its true weight is the will it turns on the enemy and the wards it keeps over its brothers. The First Legion trusts its psykers as it trusts few others: closely watched, bound to the declared Doctrine, and never told everything.

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Derived from 5 codex citations.

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The Chaplain keeps the Chapter's faith and its darkest duties both, striding into the thickest fighting with the crozius arcanum in hand. Where it stands, the line does not waver. Its brothers fight harder for its presence, and what breaks against it breaks for good. Among the First Legion the Chaplains carry a second office few will name — they alone may speak of the Fallen, and sit in judgement when one is run to ground.

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Derived from 5 codex citations.

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Field surgeon, gene-warden — the reason a downed brother so often rises to fight again. The Apothecary's true weapon is its narthecium, recovering the fallen where they lie and, where a body is past saving, the precious gene-seed inside it. It carries a boltgun. It fights when it must. But its place is close behind the line, keeping the veterans of the wings on their feet battle after battle after battle.

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Derived from 5 codex citations.

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The Techmarine is the Chapter's artificer, wedded to the Machine Spirit and trusted with the strike force's most valued war-gear. It fights with a marksman's discipline and favours the melta and grav weapons its craft understands best, its power fist standing in for the crushing grip of a servo-arm. Where the Rock's relics and the wings' vehicles need tending, the Techmarine is the hand that keeps them killing.

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Derived from 4 codex citations.

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The Ravenwing Black Knight is the veteran head of the hawk — a master rider who crosses the field in a single turn, strikes with plasma and a power blade, and is gone before the enemy can answer. Its war-bike carries it nine inches at speed and shrugs the first bite of broken ground, and its own posture stands always a step nearer the Assault stance, so its charge and its Move outrun the line it leads. Where the Black Knight rides, the Ravenwing rides behind it.

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Derived from 6 codex citations.

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The Deathwing Terminator is the anvil the whole strike force is built to swing around — a first-company veteran sealed in Terminator plate, four Wounds of transhuman resolve behind a 2+ save. It moves slowly and it does not need to move far: it translates onto the ground that matters and holds it, storm bolter hammering and power fist ending anything that closes. Standing always one step nearer the Devastator posture, the anvil never panics and never gives way while it lives.

A kitbash option — off the stock kit, a celebrated conversion.

Derived from 4 codex citations.

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The Marine is the un-winged backbone of the strike force — a full battle-brother in power armour, T5 and three Wounds, boltgun and chainsword in hand. It is the body the two wings form up around: not the anvil's endurance nor the hawk's speed, but the disciplined line that holds the ground between them and fights to the declared Doctrine straight. Cheapest of the transhuman fighters and the most numerous, the Marines are where a strike force gains its weight.

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Derived from 6 codex citations.

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The body of the Ravenwing — a line brother on a war-bike, trading the anvil's patience for a hunter's speed. Twin bolters and a chainsword make it lethal at the moment of contact. Its posture keeps it always a step nearer the Assault stance, forever racing ahead of the declared Doctrine. Fielded in numbers, the mounted brothers are the flank that folds an enemy in and runs the broken down.

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Derived from 6 codex citations.

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The Scout is the neophyte — a brother not yet raised to the full transhuman line, T4 and two Wounds where his elders carry five and three. Lightly armoured in carapace and armed with a bolt carbine and blade, he is the strike force's cheapest body and its forward eyes, moving ahead of the line to seize position and open the way. He learns his craft in the open field, and those who survive it are in time raised into the wings.

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Derived from 4 codex citations.

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The Centurion is a marine sealed into a piloted siege-warsuit — S5, T6 and a 2+ save, a walking weapons-platform that grinds forward where lighter fighters cannot stand. Its twin mount is warsuit-scoped, fitted to the frame rather than hand-carried, and its guns speak to armour and massed infantry alike. Slow and unwinged, it fights to the declared Doctrine straight, an armoured wall the line forms up behind.

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Derived from 3 codex citations.