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The Eldar had come like a storm over Globus IV. Nothing could survive their wrath. The ground itself shuddered at the approach of alien war machines and the tread of Eldar feet. It had been a week ago that the Webway gates on the fourth planet in the Globus system had hummed into life as the Eldar of Craftworld Biel-Tan mobilized to reclaim a world that had not seen a living Eldar in over six millennia. The garrisons had fallen to the furious speed and ferocity of the Biel-Tan attacks. Autarch Mel'tanis had waited long for this day. The day when he would the foolish Mon'keigh that thought it wise to colonize an Eldar world. True, it had been abandoned for uncounted years, but that hardly mattered to Mel'tanis. This was his world, and he would be damned if the Mon'keigh sullied it for another day. He watched triumphantly as his troops entered Gehenna Hive. Shrieking warrior women tore into a platoon of terrified guardsmen who cried out in horror as some stood dumbly holding their entrails, or suddenly realizing that they no longer had heads. This was the final blow to the Imperium presence on this world. Autarch Mel'tanis had even awakened the Avatar of Kayla Mensha Khaine, Bloody Handed Khaine's embodiment stalked the streets of Gehenna Hive, melting the ground with it's molten footfalls. Wraithlords incinerated entire squads of human troops with their flamers, and hacked down Baneblades with their massive blades. Victory was all but certain. Autarch Mel'tanis heard a faint whistle that quickly became a scream of fury as a drop pod slammed into a Wave Serpent to his right.

Commissar General Steve gripped the Autarch's right arm with his own. With his left, he braced himself against the Eldar's chest. Then, he pulled. In a crimson arch, Mel'tanis' arm was torn from his torso with a meaty rip and a rain of arterial fluid. As the shocked Eldar stared numbly at the bloody ruin that had once housed his arm, Commissar Steve grabbed the back of his helm and pulled, arching Mel'tanis' spine. With bone shattering force, Steve's knee crunched into the Autarch's lower back, his spine snapping like a dry twig. Bent nearly in half, the would-be conqueror crumpled to the ground. The Liberation of Globus had begun.

"SHOW THESE XENOS WHAT HAPPENS TO THE UNMOTIVATED!" The Promethean 653rd responded with" Don't turn around, uh-oh Der Kommissar's in town, uh-oh You're in his eye And you'll know why The more you live The faster you will die!" These words caused the normally stotic Eldar to turn tail and flee in terror. Suddenly, a screeching trio of warrior women careened out of an alley. Steve dispatched the first two easily with well timed swings of Mel'tanis' severed arm. But the third, he engaged in a savage grapple. "Hear your death, Mon'keigh!" yelled the she-wolf before she let out a scream that was amplified by her helmet to turn flesh into jelly and blood into mist. Steve was unimpressed. "I TOO CAN SCREAM, XENOS BITCH!" Steve let out a keening that caused windows to turn into powder, and nearby Eldar to drop to their knees in agony as their blood boiled and their bones turned to white powder. The effect on the Banshee was more impressive. Her head evaporated into colored rain as the sound pulped her corpse into gory paste. A Fire Prism opened up upon him, and Steve weaved in closer to the Xenos tank. Steve grasped the long barreled weapon with strong, manly fingers, and yanked. The tank swerved as it's gun was ripped from the chassis. Steve held the crystal tipped cannon like a javelin, and impaled the pilot with the still cooling crystal. The Fire Prism skidded out of control and crashed into a a D-Cannon weapon platform. For a moment, reality tore itself a sunder as the D-Cannon misfired and sucked an entire battalion of Biel-Tan warriors into the Warp.

Making their way into the ruins of a massive Imperial chapel, the Promethean 653rd were shocked to see a Kreigernaught pattern super-heavy tank turned into a metallic ooze by a brightlance operated by a towering Wraithlord. The Wraithlord stomped through the ranks of the Promethean troops, it's massive sword reaping bloody ruin. It could not be stopped. Nothing the Prometheans could throw at the monster would even give it pause. Steve raced along the brutalized earth, towards his prey. Eating up the distance, he leapt atop the massive Eldar construct. Raising his fists, he landed blow after blow on its' wraithbone carapace, denting it, and sending chunks of wraithbone falling to the ground. The ancient Eldar gholem flailed at it's head, trying to dislodge the Commissar. Finally, Steve breached the head, within, a large, pulsing gem lay inside. The Wraithlord howled for mercy as steve tore the Eldar's Soulstone from it's wraithbone shell. Steve rode with the blow as the great construct fell to earth. Holding the Soulstone, he placed it gently into his greatcoat. No being, enemy of the Imperium or not, deserved to be kept in the Halls of the Cosmic Pervert, Slaanesh.

This was it. The last remnants of the Eldar invasion force was holed up in the Capitol Building in the Upper Hive. Steve would be leading the attack personally, and alone. As he raced across the scorched earth towards the Capitol Building, a chainsword wielding Eldar assailed him. Steve caught the whirring blade between his hands, and turned the blade back at the Eldar. Steel teeth met Xenos meat in a gory eruption of skin and fatty tissue as the Striking Scorpion's face all but exploded. Racing up the steps, killing as he went, Steve watched as the doors of the Capitol Building burst outwards, and a cloud of burning metal cascaded into the streets. The Avatar of Khaine stepped out into the street of Gehenna Hive, his feet melting them with every deliberate step. In his right hand, he bore the Waling Doom, the Sword of Bloody Handed Khaine, the God of War. Steve had never faced such a deadly opponent before. The flaming god brought his massive two handed blade to bear, swinging it in an overhead strike. Steve acted quickly. Pulling Motivatus from it's sheath, he hurled it at the Avatar. The power sword sank up to the hilt in the Avatar's left eye. He roared in pain and outrage as Steve leapt the distance, and dragged Motivatus down the Avatar's left side. Magma poured forth like a stream. And the Avatar howled. The god fell to his knees, and Steve plunged his blade into the hand that bore the Wailing Doom, pinning the Avatar to the ground. Kicking down with all his considerable strength, Steve snapped the god's right arm off at the elbow. The Avatar howled in agony, as it gushed magma into the road, melting the steel. Steve tore the Wailing Doom from the dead fingers, and climbed atop the flaming god. Standing on the monster's shoulders, Steve plunged the sword of the God of War into the Eldar's face. He shrieked and howled fit to wake the dead, but then his molten body cooled, and fell into a selection of broken masonry. The day was saved, thanks to Commissar Steve.

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