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"This battle has gone on too long.". Malcador said with a dissatisfied grunt.
"Well what would you have me do? The Austerian Republic is a strong, smart, and civilized race. To be honest I doubt our capacity to win without reinforcements.". Horus replied with a shrug.
"Deploy the Beloved Sons.". Malcador replied.
"You are mad, all of them?". Hours replied incredulously.
"I want this world to burn, deploy the Sons.". Malcador said and cut the astropathic link. Horus shook his head and pressed the big red button on his desk.


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As a member of the first ground assault, sgt. Alexus was practically shaking at the thought of a fresh battlefield for him to wreak havoc across. yes the battle had been going on for some time, but he relished the cries of new and exciting enemies. his bloodlust always made his fellow terminators a little uneasy, but nonetheless they knew no harm would come to them with Alexus leading them in the charge. His reputation for keeping his squads alive was legendary among the Beloved Sons, not least because very few of his enemies were given the chance to fight back against his ravaging assaults.

The signal was given and he selected the coordinates for his tactical insertion with that same glee found upon a small boy's face as he pulls the wings off of a large insect. He chose to be deployed on the left flank, where there was the greatest concentration of enemy troops, and where the strain on the existing ground forces was heaviest (not that this was any great concern of his, he only cared for the battle). He clambered into the stormbird with all the grace of a drunk ogryn, and readied himself for the fight ahead.

Once he had dropped into the field of battle, he was truly in his element, his lightning claws cut a great path through the enemy ranks, accompanied by small pockets of emptiness left by the cyclone rockets he was launching whenever he found a spare moment amongst the carnage. The smile on his face didn't drop for a moment, even when throwing himself backwards to crush an incoming flank charge that had caught his squad members off guard. "Don't let me save you all the time!" he bellowed into the vox-channel, "I'd hate for you to have all the fun." His fellow terminators chuckled, and let loose a storm of bolter fire into the enemy infantry as they nonchalantly swatted charging soldier aside with their power fists with a satisfying crunch.

Tarzeil was ready to kill. His armor was blessed, his weapons primed, and his soul prepared. He was ready to kill. His stormbird howled as it descended, him and a Venerable Dreadnought alone, waiting, ready. He jumped from the bay a hundred feet early and fired his Cyclone. Ranks of Austerians crumpled and exploded, and then he landed, logic embedded in a generals skull. He activated the chainblade and released himself from the grip. Then he spun and slashed open a bodyguard before the other one drew his gun spear. It was a powered spear with an advanced plasma pistol in it, sacrificing power for safety. Tarzeil scoffed as the burst of liquid melted off his armor, not denting his holy plate. He bisected the guard and brought his bloody work to other sections, working as a mobile fire platform, his Cyclone screaming hell.
Horus to mission control. Come in mission control Horuses voice came through the vox
Hello father, this is Tarzeil. Tarzeil responded.
We have your objective. Their leader is a Contemptor Dreadnought of the Word Bearers, fallen from grace. Destroy this abomination to the Emperor with haste. Horus said and signed off. Tarzeil had to respect the mans efficiency.
Tarzeil to all units, converge on the palace, the leader is a holed up contemptor. Lets nail this bitch

Hearing this order over the vox, Alexus roared to his squad to fall in on his position and make for the contemptor. from the air, one could see thin lines trace their way through the cloud, leaving red paste in their wake; all converging on the one swirling death cloud that was Alexus.

Once the group had been reunited, they began the long path to the objective; taking massive strides aided by their terminator armour, they carved a bloody chasm in the ranks of the Austerians, finally drawing close to the rabid contemptor dreadnought. From 100 feet away they could hear it's screams of madness. Alexus turned to his comrades and with a fantastic grin, yelled "let's rip him limb from limb..."

Tarzeil made it to the palace first. He kicked in the grand door and found a long hallway with a series of columns leading to another door. A howling abomination of twisting pink flesh burst from a column and threw a ball of white lightning at him and he slammed into cover. More terminators were surging over the barricades, spiting fire from their assault cannons, storm bolters and cyclones. Tarzeil jumped from cover and launched a cascade of rockets down the hall. Pink bodies split and disintegrated, torn apart by the heavy weapon. He smashed through the door at the end of the hall. It opened into a circular room with three glowing black portals.
"Son of a bitch." He said and turned on his recording device.