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''My love you have returned!'' lynessa said with joyfull tears
She began explaining. ''Well my love i was preparing him to be send to you as a present but he was a little too resistant.''

rts

Gareva looked down and saw the grenade.
"What this one?" Gareva said his tongue slivered down to the grenade and took it off him.
"So how will this end? So is there going to be trouble or will you shut up?" Gareva said releasing is grip.

hhhh

''Well you will go with gareva you have no real worth to me but gareva could use a toy to experiment with.''

rthrt

Gareva glared at Lynessa.
"I am not having this....Filth near me! We may be at peace but I do not trust him!" He said walking towards Lynessa.
"My love I would trust your judgement but I can't let this foul into my camp!" He said brushing his hand through her hair.

t

''Yes my love ofcourse'' Lynessa said slightly dissapointed
She turned to that renegade ''Wait a small minute you i have an assignment for you.''

Atris rose up. The sky was black.

"Danielle! Time to move!"

h

''Spy on the enemy infiltrate their base and bring me their numbers and defensive strength.''

Khronos blinked, the planet around him now coming into focus. Towering buildings seemed to age before him, only seconds ago were they pristine. Now he was standing surrounded by a couple of corpses, the sky black the smell of smog now thick in the air. Trying to figure out what time he had now been thrown to he checked the corpses.

"Imperial army?" He muttered. His eye was caught by a faint glint of "magic" on another, the tatoos made it clear it was a cultist of Tzeentch. He smiled slightly. "Wonder what that bastard has in mind for me this time".

rsthrthhh

While searching the bodies, Khronos had found a couple of weapons and began to study them. Usually they were worthless to him as he would slip through time any weapons aged normally and quickly became useless.

"Toys" he scoffed as he tossed aside a Lasgun, keeping the power core to look at. Examining the core he could sense "magic" flowing from some distance. Though he couldn't tell how far as it would change depending on the source's strength. Like a moth to a flame he felt drawn to it. He dropped the core then began to make his way towards it.

A shadowy figure was moving in the ash wastes. Atris needed to check it out, but she didn't want to risk Danielle.

"Stay here, I need to check this out."

With a silent nod from the fatigued survivor, Atris ran out with her sword in hand.

"WHO GOES THERE?!"

She pointed the blade at the base of their neck.

hhhh

"Tarkus? Is that you?"

Atris dropped her sword as he turned his head towards her. Blood ran from his mouth.

"BITCH!"

She slapped him around the face with all her might, knocking him to the ground.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME FOR DEAD?!"

Atris kicked him. He groaned.

"HOW DID I DESERVE TO DIE?!"

eth

"SHUT IT!"

She kicked him again.

"YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD, COWARD!"

Atris made a final swing at Tarkus, knocking him squarely between the eyes.

"Sure you do, traitor."

rere

"My love I an leaving for my tent"
Gareva said as he left his loves tent. He steped out but as he went to take a second step he collapsed and everything faded to black.

"Shut it. There are no medics anymore, Tarkus. You can walk all you want, but you will perish."

Atris held her hand out. As much as she hated him, she couldn't leave him to die alone.

"Come with me if you want to live."

wer

"Shut up, Tarkus, before I do kill you"

She held Tarkus close to her body, supporting him. She lay him down on the floor and began to wrap bandages around the many cuts that laced his body.

"I do love you, Tarkus, but you can't abandon me like that."

wer

Atris stroked his battered head. She pulled out the bottle she had taken.

"Want some, Tarkus?"

wer

Sam woke up next to Amber. His head was pounding. He was about to start yelling when he saw her there, peaceful and asleep. He swore under his breath, got up, dressed, and left. He needed a ride to clear his mind. He took a bike from someone and just went around. He saw no resistance, met no enemies. Everything was serene. He heard a pop and saw a flash of light in the distance.
"Nothing good lasts." Sam said, remembering an old motto from his Schola. He sped towards the source and saw a lone man in simple robes walking towards the camp.
"Hello? Who goes there?" He shouted.

Lynessa knew this would happen why did he leave she brought him to his bed and ordered a medic to take care of him after leaving his tent she saw a lone figure walking towards the camp.
She began walking towards him.

"We stay here. You need rest. I'll be damned if I let you die."

She kissed him on the cheek. For now, he was safe, although he would need treatment. Maybe she could strike a deal with that cultist?

rew

"Hmm" replied Khronos looking at this shouting man.
"And you are?" he asked dully. The trail of magic he had been following went past this camp. Though the air felt of a different kind of magic; it felt of decay.

She saw that nurgle commissar talking to that human. But she also felt a strange power emitting from him she began speaking ''I'm sorry of this man interrupting you good sit what is your name?''

"Thank you for saving me, Tarkus."

Atris ran her fingers across the bloodied sergeant's chest.

Khronos noticed the mark in her eye and laughed slightly.

"I don't know my name anymore, though it's brave of you to wear the mark of that trickster like that. I suppose you both could refer to me as Khronos, to make it easy for you two."

''Why wouldn't i me and my men are loyal to tzeentch!''
Lynessa said with proud words ''And you i can feel his magic from you are you blessed too?''

rew

"Blessed? An odd way to put it but I guess so. I worked for my power, he simply gave me a hell filled eternity in which to chase secrets"

Gareva woke up and his pain was healed
"What happened?" He said looking around. Gareva went to search for lynessa to ask what happened. He walked into lynessa's tent but she was not there.
"You go find lynessa." He ordered a guard.

"Typical from what I've seen of every Tzeentch person I've met so far, but I hope that you are better." Sam said and shot Lynessa a look.
"I also hope that you have the tactical sense not to abandon a battle after we take one casualty."

Borris and his squad of Rough riders have finally landed on landed on the planet we heard heard an update from his vox. "The base is taken. We are retreating, you must help secure a proper retreat line." Borris snorted and replied on his vox "Ok, on my way." He said to his other rough riders comrades "I can't believe we have to help those failures of a regiment! We shall show those bastard what we are capable of. We will be promoted as we will all earn more money. Even more so that some of my friends can pay back their debts." He ordered his horse to increase it's pase so he could reach the destination faster. He couldn't care less if any of the impudent regiment live if he could secure a promotion, he could recruit more anyway. The Imperium is vast and he could not care less of my friends lives. All he knew that he is a long way from the others and he must find them sooner rather than later. He did not want to seem incompetant, did he?

rewer

The three commanders stood around the heavy oak table, a map showing last known positions of friendly and enemy forces lay infront of them. Major Shermans heart was heavy. They were surrounded, the entire Imperial front had retreated, they were the only ones left, surrounded by enemy forces. Casualties were heavy in the fighting, almost thirty percent were either injured or killed. Contact with hq was useless, they were blind and alone.

"We cannot stay here, we would be overun by the enemies superior numbers. Hell, command doesn't even know where we are. We're gonna keep fighting. Is that CLEAR? We're gonna attack all night, we're gonna attack where they are weak."

Sherman stabbed his finger down on the map

"Bastion Vorbeck would be the most valuable target, this is the archenemies main reinforcement route. If we take it out, they would be crippled. Enemy numbers are unknown, and we are low on supplies. There was a depot here, but we don't know if its still freindly. But before we can do this, we need to fall back. We need to leave the toughest basterds we have to cover our retreat. What we really need is........someone tough enough to really pull this outfit together. Any volunteers?"

Lynessa turned to sam when she suddenly saw a renegade running towards her.
He arrived completely exhausted but began speaking immediately ''My lady lord gareva has woken up and requests you.''

Lynessa thanked him and turned to khronos. ''If you would excuse me i need to do something important. If you walk towards the tzeentchian quarters you will find a tent food and drink prepared!''

Lynessa turned around and began walking towards gareva this time the slaaneshi camp was allot more organized and she could see the leadership from gareva had really improved the troops.
She entered garevas tent ignoring the 2 slaves infront of it and rushed towards him. She gave him a hug and began whispering in his ear. ''I knew you would be alright my love now we have time for ourselfs.''

"Of course not shouting man, I don't even care about casualties nor these fights. They just get in the way of my search. Though with the powers of decay somewhat flowing through you, I figured you'd wish for many casualties for you to raise up as new bodies for your fight" said Khronos with a moderately condescending tone. He decided to walk off to these Tzeentchian "quarters" he had been directed to and look around.

"As you can see, she's a damned idiot. That Slaaneshi tech-priest has her so totally ensnared that she is unfit to lead." Sam said, before turning on his heel and walking away. He got back on his bike and sped to an abandoned field.
"Moscetti. I am ready." He said. Everything went black. Sam stood in a chamber with the great bloated figure.
So you wish to fully accept Nurgle into you? Moscetti asked.
"Yes, make me his." Sam shouted back.
Very good.Diu pestilentia. Diu labe. Diu amor. Diu Nurgle. The daemon shouted and cast out his hands. Sam's clothes fell to threads and were rebuilt as carapace armor, a stylized trench coat, and a new hat, replacing the skull motif with a fly's head. Sam laughed and flexed his fingers, now he was started on the path to Daemonhood.

wer

Borris suddenly saw a tent which was looked like it was surrounded he signaled his horse to stop and he men stopped in line with him. Good, just as planned. He pulled out his binoculars and had a look around to find a weakness in the circle of men, hoping to route them to find a way through. He started thinking I could make deals with these Heretics blokes, I could make some great deals out of it. Easy to blackmail.... Wait, there is no freedom is Chaos just slavery and I do not want to be a slave to some stupid Chaos thing. He spotted a lack of men in the south east sector. They looked like they could be easily routed and they would flee. He yelled "Charge!". They attracted a lot of firepower, men left and right were being shot at. They reached the Cultist lines with only 4/6. When they reached the trenches it was a slaughter. The Cultists were outmatched by Borris and his men. They were stabbing left and right with there lances. As they passed through, the cultist seemed to loose their will to fight and started to wun away in fear saying blasphemous prayers to their pathetic false gods. They finally reached the tent, Borris and his men dismounted. He entered the tent. He glared at the commanding officers and said in an annoyed tone "This is already a castrophe, what in the name of the Emperor happened! Explain now!" He started walking around menacingly looking at the campaign map shaking his head.

Tarkus was shaking violently, his face was pale and sweat formed along his brow. Atris was huddled over his body as the servants of Chaos broke down the door. They were clad in blue robes as the woman who had captured her earlier wore.

"Seize them!"

Atris was tugged away from the crippled body of Tarkus, kicking and screaming to try and keep him safe. The two were thrown into the pits of the fortress.

Sam was back in reality, but something was wrong. The field he was on was gone, he was on some rust-red plain. He stood up and walked towards a building he could see. He saw a squad of men walking towards him. Imperials he noted. He took out his bolt pistol and fired, rounds exploding on them and still they marched.
"What are you?" Sam shouted, still firing. The squad raised their hellguns as one. A figure on mechanical spider legs came out of the dust to stand behind him.
"Welcome to Mars bitch." The man said and the entire squad fired, erasing even the memory of Sam. No better than Tzeentch was his last thought

wer

Khronos had lost interest in the camp somewhat, he had no need for food so had taken to sitting under a tree. He wouldn't be here unless Tzeentch had thought it important for him to be. As usual he pondered why. The lack of any clues was normal to him, it was never simple but always irritating.

wer

Atris had disappeared, but Danielle followed her footprints, it seemed as though she had met up with that bastard Sergent again... Scum. As she followed their tracks, it ran into another set, many more tracks, heading toward the Chaos camp.
"They must have been captured"
She thought to herself. Her wounds had closed, and although she was bruised, the rest and her own adrenaline gave her energy.

She had been dodging these Chaos fools for weeks, and now she would save the only person in the world she felt anything for, which was mostly pity, but she may actually have a sense of friendship towards this woman, caring about her because she understood.

Danielle sprinted toward the walls of the Chaos encampment, she slit the throat of the guard on duty, and donned his uniform.
"Ah, more sneaking" She thought to herself,
"That is what I do best."

The door opened. Blinding light crept into the room as a woman walked in and dragged the shackled Atris out. She placed her in a chair, revealing herself.

"Hello, Atris. Been somewhere?"

Lynessa was surrounded by flickering runes.

Ilya studies the map closely, grunting an acknowledgement when the major asks for a rearguard.

''I only have 3 tanks, but I can hold, provided i get the order to withdraw this time''

in his mind he could see the only way for the 3 commanders now was to try and stem the tide of chaos so the remaining loyalists could escape.

''Well it seems you just love coming back don't you? this time i won't torture you i will be back and then i will see your real feelings.''

Atris stared blankly into her. All of her life had been ruined by this. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"What do you need to know?"

er

All the commotion had gained Khronos' interest.

"Capturing members of the Imperial Army now? Perhaps this is why" he muttered to himself as he went closer to find out more.

Lynessa turned around as she saw khronos approach she began speaking ''Ah khronos welcome these is a imperial guard members with who i am all to familiar with.''

Danielle had turned her Lasrifle down to half power, it was much quieter, but a headshot could still kill. She had already taken out 3 guards, and continued to move towards the camp center. She heard a click behind her and turned to see 3 cultists, Tzeentchian by the look of them, raise their autoguns to stop her. "Drop your weapons, now." Danielle threw down her Lasrifle and pistol, and drew her knife, as if to drop it. She sized up the cultists and threw the blade, it embedded itself into the closest man, between his eyes. Danielle dropped into a roll and caught the body. She held it up as a hail of autogun shots rained her way. She retrieved her laspistol and knife, and shot a second man in the face, throwing the body and grabbing her rifle, before disappearing behind the tents. The remaining man pulled out a personal vox and began to speak, "Warning, we have a breach in the defenses, scramble response teams on my coordinates, 1, 4 ,7- A lasbolt pierced his skull before he could finish.

Guard? When had that happened Khronos thought to himself.

"Hmm, well woman how do you plan to gather information from them? I take it that's why they're captured"

er

''Actually i never expected to ever see them again but anyway if you don't mind khronos you can kill them i don't really care.''

"Maybe, though them being here again now that I am may not be a coincidence. The damn bastard has me slip then have to pick up the pieces each time."

Atris' head hung low. This world deserved to burn. Everything created on it was scum, absolutely useless.

"Do it. I've got nothing to live for. You wouldn't want to displease your gods now, would you?"

hfg.

The Stormraven was a good vehicle. It was sturdy and quick, something that Thor valued in an airship. He hated flying, so he wanted something as fast and strong as possible. The considerable firepower didn't hurt either.
Landing in five...four...three...two Came the drivers voice over the speaker, accompanied by a thud at the end. Him and Shey walked out of the landing bay into the Imperial staging point. He started toward the bar but Shey grabbed him and pointed him in the direction of the command bunker.
"Briefing first, boozing later." He said. Thor found his lack of respect or fear relieving. Everyone else couldn't be more excited to kiss his boots, but Shey told it like it was. He walked into the bunker and looked around for a commander.

"Actually, I kind of would in a way" Khronos faintly smiled as he said this.

"Now then give me whatever information you have on this whole event, planet even time period" he demanded in his usual sombre tone.

"What are you talking about?"

ghhgh

Danielle had made it to some massive structure, it was obvious that prisoners would be kept here. She had shouldered her weapons and was now blending in, but she had a big problem. She had no way to get into the tower. She loitered around for a while, she had picked up the vox from the cultists, but she wasn't sure what to do, she thought a while, unsure how to proceed.

Gareva looked at this new warrior.
"Well your new!" He said as he walked around him, his tongue slivered out and flickered past the new warrior.
"Ah your.....very different." He said returning to Lynessa.
"Oh and by the way you may not kill my servants they are not finished with! Oh Lynessa its not the way you think my love!" He said with a chuckle. Gareva extended his hand to the new warrior.

egr

BlapBlapBlap wrote:"What are you talking about?"

"Information"

Lynessa looked at gareva's inspection she found it outright disgusting that he dared to do that to other organisms than her.

Thor walked into the bunker and sought out the highest ranking official. He saw a man in a cloak presiding over a team of generals and approached him. The man was irate and turned abruptly.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" He shouted in Thor's face.
"Inquisitor Thorvold Hundst, back from my latest mission killing a corrupt planetary governor." Thor said and flashed his Null Rod. The mans face went pale.
"I'm Governor-Militant Charles Martel, at your service my lord." The man said, trying to regain his composure in front of his men.
"Thank you, may I have the location of the Chaotic forces on this planet and any notable leadership?" Thor said.
"Yes sir of course. There are representatives from each god, each with their own specialties. The Nurglitch forces are well disciplined with tanks and artillery, the Khorne forces are a rabble, but there is a detachment of Chaos Space Marines with them, the Slaanesh forces are massive and have been growing in leadership for a while. The Tzeentch forces are different. While most are disorganized and equipped with what they had upon abandoning the Imperium, the Tzeentch forces are well drilled and well equipped. Leadership halls to several officials who we believe act as some sort of council. Latest scouting reports have shown that the Nurgle leader has disappeared and that section of camp is in disarray. What would you recomend?" The Governor asked. Thor turned to the Ecleasiarchial official.
"What resources are available to us?" He asked.
"Well we have thousands of men and tanks to match, along with a team of Astartes inbound, but it is impossible to judge when they'll be here. The Warp is fickle, but I assume no more than three months." The representative said.
"So are you capable of launching a full frontal attack?" Thor asked.
"It is possible, but not definite. I want definite." Martel stepped in. Thor turned to Shey.
"Shey, if you would be so kind as to radio the cutter. Tell them that I want Nero and Marius." Thor said. Shey nodded and stalked off. Everyone in the room relaxed a little with her gone.
"Me and my team will be taking a Salamander and reconning the area. I want you to prepare to accept new men and raise as many as you can. The road to victory is paved with corpses." Thor said and left to the landing dock.

Gareva felt Lynessa's divine body against his their love would last for eternity.

~~~3 hours later~~~
Gareva looked at Lynessa his love for her bloomed.
"My love, I will never let anybody lay their hands on you!" He said, he stud up and began to get dressed.
"Stay here for a moment." He said leaving his chamber. He looked at the two slaves, he walked to the blonde haired stormtrooper ripped the chain from the ground and dragged her outside.
"MEN LINE UP!" He yelled. His men that were not at the front-line rushed out.
"YOU MAY FEEL THIS WOMAN'S FLESH WHEN WE HAVE TAKEN THE ENEMY'S LINES! UNTIL THEN YOU BETTER TRAIN WELL AND YOU MAY TAKE YOUR REWARD EARLY!" he yelled and dragging the woman back to his tent.
"My love I know you may hate this but take this slave to your tent when we are done, she is a reward to my men if they manage to take the enemys lines in later battles.

"Let me go. Please. I've been through hell and back, just let me go."

''If it is your request i shall keep her in my tent so your men wont touch her, but i need to speak to a certain prisoner of mine right now.'' Lynessa waved him off she had 3 of her troops bring that stormtrooper to her tent and guard her. She entered the prison building and entered the cell of the khornate cultist. ''It seems you have brought yourself in a heap of trouble boy.''

erg

ergerg

Khronos paused at this. He could press further and try to gain a fraction of the information he wanted, though it was likely it would be a lie. Then again he could directly extract the information, but that'd also likely kill her and leave him with probably a dead end. Then he could cast a spell and release her, allowing him to see what she did and learn what she did. Though it did all depend on what these cultists had planned for her; which annoyingly led him back to the start. Either way he couldn't help but feel that he was just wasting time at this camp.

"If you have nothing more to say than beg for freedom, then I guess I'll have to leave you to these dogs" he said as he turned to leave.

"Thank you."

Atris hugged the man and kissed him on the cheek.

"Compensation. Now, I have something to do."

She ran out of the room, sprinting down the corridors as though she was lightning.

Khronos smirked slightly and followed from the shadows. Finally we're getting somewhere

ergerg

Atris was in the corridor, Power Sword in hand. She turned her head side to side. Right side clear. Left side...

"Oh god no..."

Lynessa was walking around the corner at that moment. Atris tried to run, but not before she had been sighted.

Khronos took the sudden shock as a sign to turn invisible and just watch.

rg

Gareva walked out of his tent.
"Ah a new scent!" Gareva said as he walked through the camps.
"It is female..." Gareva said before looking forward and saw a woman sneak out of a tent.
"Ah this will be fun" Gareva though, he began to follow the woman. She was a guardsman, Gareva got close and began to taunt her, when she turned to see who was following her there was nobody their. Gareva smiled in the shadows, this was going to be fun.

"Who's there?! I'm not afraid to fight you!"

Atris swung about her power sword. She began to run again, and an entity of shadows leaped and bounded after her.

Gareva followed her every turn, every sprint, every step.
"I'm here!" He said she slashed at a random area. Gareva walked around the shadows when she reached a dead end.
"Hello there. Are you lost?" He said lifting his head, his razor sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

Atris had her back to the wall. Her sword was held up against her chest, primed to strike.

"SHOW YOURSELF!"

A set of silvery fangs lit up in the shadows.

"Here I am."

Gareva walked towards the woman her weapon humming with power. Gareva lifted his claw and extend one finger.
"Tut tut, Children should not play with toys like that!" He said continuing to walk forward. The woman slashed but Gareva dodged it, he slashed her leg causing her to collapse.
"well what you doing down there?" He chuckled grabbing her by the throat and lifting her up, his tongue slivered out and flickered over her body.
"You will be a gift fro my love!" Gareva said dragging the woman to Lynessa's tent.

erg

Atris was pinned to the floor in Lynessa's tent. Her throat was soar, she was tired. The day had almost risen.

"Feth it all. Seriously, feth it all. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN TORTURE ME WITH ANYMORE!"

Lynessa entered the tent only to find a pinned down atris and a proud gareva stand in it.
She walked up to him and with a giddy voice began speaking. ''Oh my love you didn't need to do this thanks for the gift. But you need morale raisers right well i think she would fit the job perfectly for your troops.''

erg

"I though the same thing!" He said grabbing the woman and dragged her to his camp.
"Warriors gather up I bring a gift" He yelled lifting the woman to her feet.
"You will love this!" Gareva whispered into her ear.

Colm had stayed silent during the discussion, studing the bastion Sherman had pointed out. Ilya had volunteered for rearguard, with only three tanks. Although he was only a platoon commander he had the rank to lead a company and so had been assigned another two platoons whos commanders had been sloughtered.

"Major, you move out second, I agree with the depot. We don't have the ammo to do damage to the bastion, so we'll use what we have to get that ammo depot if it is enemy contolled. I'll go first with my men as a scout detail, I'll leave my 3rd platoon with Ilya to help with the rearguard. The pre set explosives should help you there friend."

He looked at the map and noticed the positions were he had been guarding the Basilisks. YES! The were in range... bearly. He grinned, followed closely by harsh chuckly as he was dry of throat.

"My fellow men. We have more ways to get into that bastion than we could have remembered. The enemy will hear the earth beneth them shake."

Gareva's forces gathered and the looks of happiness on their faces when they saw their gift.
"I will feel you flesh!" Gareva whispered into the woman's ear, Gareva began to strip the woman down until she was naked. One of the cultists tried to get started early but Gareva crushed his head. Gareva's tongue flickered over the woman's body.

Atris was gagged and tied together. The cultist moved across her body. She tried to scream and kick, but went unheeded.

Danielle watched from a small guard tower as the techpriest ran his tongue around the body of the woman.. disgusting. She had funneled in through the horde of cultists, and watched a dozen or so get cut down by that Sergent. There was something distinctly different, but she had no time for that. She was trying to figure out where to search, when she saw a renegade tech priest drag her from the building, She had followed them a while, trying to act casual and eventually she had made it here. It seemed she had arrived a little late, but she had to try. She aimed down the Lasrifle scope, and pulled the trigger... She missed. The shot went wide of the chest of the techpriest, but it skimmed his hand, the tech priest looked around for the shooter, and a deranged cultist jumped on the victim, Danielle blew his head off, he slumped down across the body of Atris. Then the Techpriest saw her. He motioned toward her, and then the cultists charged toward her position. At the very least, she had bought the woman some time.

Gareva lifted lifted his bolter and fired at the sniper.
"YOU WILL NOT FEEL THIS FLESH UNLESS YOU BRING THAT SNIPER TO ME!" He yelled in rage. Gareva saw the woman trying to escape but he grabbed her and dragged her to his tent. Gareva removed her gag and chained his new slave next to his throne.
"Who shot at me? WHO OPENED FIRE AT ME!" Gareva yelled at the woman slapping her across the face.

Lynessa was walking around in the camp power sword sheeted her hair waving down, she was proud of her work she could hear the screams of that women who refused her friendship but that didn't matter.
She heard someone whistling down the camp she thought it was just some ordinary cultist when she suddenly saw blazing red flames appear. There was this incredible heat sweat was dripping down from her body it was incredible almost dangerous.
It was that khornate cultist, he was walking nonchalanly like he didn't care. She unsheeted her sword and shouted towards him. ''Stand down or you will be executed!'' He looked up at her with an almost crazy smile and without warning rushed towards her.

dfg

By the time Danielle was out of the tower, the group was only a 150 or so yards behind her. "Feth." she whispered, then she turned, and ran. She ran through the tents of the Khornate cultists, the tide behind her colliding, she thought she heard a scuffle, but they may have just been informing their fellows of the situation, she kept running.

Thor felt it happen. He knew that a daemon had come, just what he had sought to prevent. He drew his Null Rod and peeked out of the top. Lasfire cut the wolf off his helmet and he responded with a sharp series of curses. He ducked back into the Salamander and grabbed a grenade launcher. He popped back up and fired it at the sentry tower that held the shooter. The tower crumbled in a flurry of Krak charges and Nero, the driver and one of Thor's best men, drove straight over the mound of rubble. The four of them hopped out in sync, an impressive sight to behold. Thor was a giant and to see him move with anything resembling grace was amazing, the sheer wrongness caused by Shey upset the natural world around her, but her movement was undoubtably gorgeous, Marius was a whip-thin death cult assassin and the way his blades moved were unparalleled, and Nero was just a boy, sixteen years old and he had already been across the galaxy and fought every form of heretic. They jumped into the mists of the camp, clearly the Khorne sector, and began to work.
"Destroy all of these icons and men, purge them with fire!" Thor shouted and took out his Needle Pistol. He put a shot into the head of a marine, the poison shards ripping it to shreds. A wave of cultists charged into Marius and he entered his element. They swung with axes and crude swords, but he lopped the heads off of all of them before they could strike. Shey was nowhere to be found, which was undoubtably a good sign, as she wouldn't disappear without reason. Nero was standing on a mound of bodies, firing indiscriminately into the crowd, occasionally chopping down with a chainsword when he had to. Shey came running towards them and hopped in the Salamander, taking the drivers seat.
"IN!" She shouted and they all obliged, each one disengaging flawlessly or, in Thor's case, shoving a grenade into someone's mouth and kicking him to the crowd.
"What did you do?" Thor asked. Shey just chuckled as she drove. A huge explosion rocked the camp behind them.

fg

Never! I will kill you like all the other scum of this world!


Lynessa's anger grew with a powerful slash of her power sword she almost struck his leg but an insanely powerful fire blast pushed her back. They where exchanging blows for a while now they where practically equal.
Lynessa forgot to watch out and out of nowhere the axe appeared and struck her to the ground. She was laying on the ground now her power sword broken the crazed khornate cultist was standing above her she didn't know what to do death would be swift.

Gareva heard the sound of battle, he rushed out of his tent and saw the Khornate warrior standing over Lynessa.
"YOU FETHING BEAST I WILL KILL YOU!" He yelled charging the warrior he slashed at his legs and began to battle the fool allowing Lynessa to escape.

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The Stormraven had delivered its cargo, and the cultists lay dead everywhere. As it flew away, Danielle began to sneak back. She saw the techpriest sprint out of the tent over toward the Sargent and the leader of these damned cultists. She crept into the tent and knelt next to the woman. "Are you alright?"

Gareva looked back and saw that Lynessa had escaped so now all he had to do was stop this fool.
"So lets end this!" He said lifting his bolter but the khornate warrior smashed into Gareva. Trapped under the fool Gareva pushed his bolter against the warriors chest and fired the rounds passed straight through him and he let out a roar of pain before retreating away. Gareva stud up and headed back to his tent, but when he entered he saw a guardman trying to free his new slave.
"Well well well what do here?"Gareva said lifting his bolter.

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Danielle overcharged her las-pistol and turned, aiming at his chest. "Drop the bolter, there is a lot less space between us for me to miss."

Lynessa had savely escaped the onslaught she began making her way towards his tent so she could thank him.

When she entered the tent she suddenly saw gareva aiming his bolter at 2 guardsmen. Lynessa said to gareva. ''My love. Who the feth are these people!?''

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Danielle pulled the trigger. The techpriest stumbled back as the lasbolt struck his chest, the witch went to help him as he fell back. Danielle shot the chain, handed the pistol to the woman, and pulled her through the side of the tent canvas. As the techpriest fell, he fired a shot, it hit the shoulder of Danielle, embedding in the flak armour. As she made it through, the shell detonated. He unarmoured forearm filled with shrapnel, and her shoulder was badly bruised. "Lets get out of here!" She screamed at the woman, and they ran away from the 2 leaders.

A blinding flash of light erupted from the center of the Tzeentchian quarter. 10 Blood Angel Terminators toting Lightning Claws stood in it's place, armour gleaming blood red with golden Aquillas on thier chests. Sgt. Daston was one of the Terminators. His orders had came from Dante himself; to take a Thunderhawk with his squad, the Blood Sabres, and go assist Sam's legion, the Iron Serpents. All around them, the cultists stood in both awe and fear of these new arrivals. Three Chaos Astartes came running into the courtyard, and pushed thier way to the front of the cultist crowd. One of them yelled a savage cry and gestured at them with a Chainsword. The call-to-arms was echoed all across the courtyard and all the cultists charged, swinging all manner of crude melee weapon and led by the bloodthirsty Khorne Marines.
"Get 'em" roared the Terminator Sergeant. The Blood Angels sprinted forward, crushing several of the charging cultists with thier sheer bulk and speed, and began swinging the Lightning Claws from left to right. All manner of body parts began flying through the air as the Baal-raised warriors massacred the cultists. Only the Chaos Marines had the sense to stay out of arm's reach, sliding to a stop and opening up with Bolters, the shells pinging harmlessly off the Terminator Armour.

Jumping forward out of the swirling mess of the Cultists' bizzare form of melee, Daston hurled himself at the Chaos Marines, one of them killed by a ricocheting Bolt Round punching through his helmet's right eye socket. Daston ducked under a swing of a Chainsword and buried his left claw in the Marine's head. Parrying the Chainsword with his free hand, the power field on the Lightning Claw cutting through the Chainsword, Daston swung his left Claw around, the Chaos Space Marine flew into his heretical battle-brother, knocking the Marine's guard down. Moving as though to puch him in the face, but twisting his hand at the last minute, Daston decapitated the third & final Chaos Marine.

Turning back to his Terminator squad, he was releived to see none of his squad had died, even though all they were going against thirty-something disorganised Cultists and three traitor Astartes.

"Blood Sabres to Inquisitor", said the blood-splattered Terminator over his Vox, "The Blood Angels 4th Company is here to assist you with a small strike force. Where do we need to go?"

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"Great, Blood Angels." Thor said before turning on his vox. He cleared his throat and began.
"Listen Angels I will say this once and only once. You disobey a single one of my orders and I will personally kill every last one of you. Now that the formalities are out of the way, meet me at the command bunker in fifteen minutes." Thor growled. He walked over to a bar and filled a glass with scotch. He downed it and thought back to the last time he had worked with Blood Angels.

"Red sky at morning eh?" Edgar asked. Barely even a boy then, just fourteen. Thor gave him a glare and kept running. They had been up for Emperor only knows how long, at least three days. Thor smashed in the door to the planetary governor's house and entered the building. Fires were leaping up everywhere, lapping at his cloak and armor. A zombie was throwing himself against the window, one of the household guard by the looks of him. Thor gave him two shots in the head from his Needle Pistol. The fires were licking the stairs now. Thor threw Edgar his pistol.
"Nothing gets through." He said and climbed the stairs. He bashed in the corridor door and found zombified men and women throwing themselves at the governor. The man was doing respectably well, swatting at any that dared come too close with his power maul while his wife and daughter hid behind him. Thor activated his Null Rod and ran in. He toppled a wave in his charge and set at them. He hacked a path to the governor and the family.
"Run, my assistant is downstairs, tell him to take you back to the cutter!" Thor shouted, headbutting a zombie so hard that his howling wolf decoration shattered. The governor ran and Thor covered his retreat. Just as fifty zombies swarmed at him the window at the end of the hall exploded. Five red armored colossuses burst through t=and fired into the crowd, felling all of them.
"No, what are you doing! You were supposed to be guarding the cutter!" Thor shouted.
"Sir I doubt that these things will damage a vessel so strong." The Sergeant said. Thor bashed in his chest.
"CALL A DAMN APOTHECARY AND GET OUT OF HERE OR I WILL BLOW UP YOUR DAMN SHIP!" He shouted and ran downstairs. Edgar had already left with the governor. Thor tore after them. He hurtled flaming barricades and destroyed outposts, but he was too late. He saw Edgar at the controls and Edgar saw him. As was tradition, Edgar fired up the jets. This triggered the bombs in the engine. Obviously the zombies hadn't set them, but these things were never alone. Thor saw the Terminator retreating down an alley.
"TYPHUS! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN, AND I WILL KILL YOU!" Thor shouted. Even through the helmet Thor knew Typhus was smiling.

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A feral howl rang over the camp, originating somewhere to the Sabres' north west. It was the howl of a deamon, Daston was sure of that. He motioned for his two newest recruits, veterans of combat as standard Assault Marines, to go and look for it. He also stressed not to engage it at any cost. As those two Terminators ran off, Daston ordered the rest of the Sabres to look around this area of the camp and report what they found. Most of it was unimportant, but Kaen, Daston's second in command, went in a tent and called the sergeant over. As Daston walked over, an explosion from within the tent sent Kaen flying out of it with a charred spot on his chest. Daston sprinted, ripping open the tent flap in time to see what a ppeared to be a Techmarine and a Cultists rturn a corner out of a back door that was previously unseen, swinging shut even as the Terminator watched. Wrenching the door open again Daston found the passage was straight for quite a way, but too cramped for TDA. A Power Armoured marine might have got through. Daston could still see the fleeing Chaos scum, so he raised his right arm, locked a target on the back of the Techmarine's head and prepared to fire his wrist-mounted Storm Bolter. He fired. While the Bolt was in flight, the two of them rounded an unseen corner and the bolt sailed on down the passage. Daston cursed at his bad look.

Coming out of the tent, Daston helped Kaen to his feet. As he did so, one of the two marines sent to find the daemon returned.
"Report" barked Daston as the marine came sliding to a stop over the blood-soaked ground.
"We found the daemon. It was possesing something that slightly resembled a veteran sergeant" rattled off the Terminator
"And the other Terminator?"
"I don't know where he is sir" he answered truthfuly. "I saw it and came straight back to tell you, sarge."
Daston opened his mouth to speak again. As he did so, the last Terminator ran around the corner being pursued by what looked like a half-man, half-Bloodletter that someone had attacked with a flamer. The thing was about seven foot tall, burning hotter than promethium and weilding a jagged axe. Even at this distance, the Blood Angels could see it had rows of fangs and a pair of horns that would make a Bloodletter jealous.Whatever it was, it had seen some serious fighting. Numerous wounds covered it's body, bleeding what looked like liquid fire.
"Terminators, covering fire! DO NOT charge it!" roared the Blood Sabres' sergeant, a volume of the crack, crack, crack exclusive to Bolt weapons answering his call as the Sabres opened up with wrist-mounted Storm Bolters. The sheer number of bolt rounds hitting him would have seriously hurt a Daemon Prince, but his abomination did not react to them at all, save slowing down slightly. Each bolt threw another handful of the liquid fire into the air. Daston wondered how it was still alive. The thing hurled it's axe, sticking it in the back of the Terminator in front of him as if he were butter. The Bolters stopped spitting thier shells at the daemon as they all ran out of ammo within a few rounds of each other. Once the shells stopped, the flames turned purple for a moment, the monstrosity free of all injurys when the flames returned to orange.
"Blasted Tzeentch" muttered Kaen to himself, although Daston heard it and grinned behind his helmet. By now the Daemon had reclaimed it's axe and was running at full speed again. Kaen ran out to meet him, in direct disregard for his orders. It hit him like a brick would hit a Land Raider.

Even though they towered over the Daemon by a clear three foot each, he had the advantage of speed. He put that advantage to good use as well. Jumping from the body of one of the dead Chaos Marines, the daemon swung his axe, aiming to decapitate Kaen. The axe was blocked, but the daemon twisted the axe down and around, angling the Terminator's Lightning Claw diagonaly to the floor. Swinging upward along the surface of the Claw, the daemon claimed Kaen's left arm, causing Kaen to scream in pain and another of the Sabres, the one who had returned form finding this creature, to run forward and attempt to help Kaen. Using the movement that claimed the Terminator's arm, the daemon jumped with the momentum, twisting in the air. Before he could even attempt at a block, the abomination's axe came down across Kaen's head, shearing half of it away. Kaen's body crumpled to the floor. A bitter taste rose in Daston's mouth as he saw his second in command, and a good friend, slain in under a second by some daranged burning lunatic. The second Terminator arrived and the daemon swung his axe up and aound, going for the neck. The Terminator cut the top of the axe off with a flick of his left wrist and stabbed the abomination in the chest at the same time with his right hand. Daston thought that was it, because the fire went out momentarily. The fire came back, brighter and undoubtably hotter than before and the daemon began laughing. The Terminator pulled his claw free and was astounded that the metal had melted, leaving his right claw useless. The daemon opened it's mouth, and a great ball of fire sprang from the depths of it's gullet, smashing the young Terminator in the face like a fist. The Terminator hit the floor and struggled to get back up. The daemon bent and picked up another Cultist axe, the same fire from his original lighting on the new one. The daemon swung down on the Terminator, beheading him.

With that, Daston turned and ran, ordering the Sabres to follow him so they could find the Imperial Guard forces and let the Inquisitor know of this threat. Behind them, the Daemon began yelling into the sky.
I AM VARDEK! ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE ME!

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"Now where would all the fun be in that? One that can figure out where you'll strike but not have the strength to fight you and one that'd have speed faster than your own, but yet again lack the power to put up any decent fight. I'd have thought a fearsome creature such as yourself would surely have the might to take on all of those Astartes and not just smash a few and run from the rest" said Khronos as his robed form faded into view. He was sitting in a tree branch in what was left of a nearby tree.

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"Fear and not more skulls, more blood, more fury, more honour, more delightful screams of agony; sweet melodies for Khorne? Fair enough then. I guess his throne is getting a little too big" said Khronos jumping down from the branch.

"But, where would be the fun in it for me if I did stop it? I've known these people for what, a few hours now. Why not watch? Maybe I'll get some water, you put it to the boil and we can have some tea afterwards" he walked along side Vardek.