Donis's helmet's display flashes red warning of the damage he is taking. Calkir fires a few rounds into the Ork's back to fell the beast. Donis falls onto the ground flat against his back. His helmet comes off in two halves. A gash runs across his face marring his handsome features. The gash heals quickly but an unsightly scar is left behind. Kade's Sus-an Membrane kicks into action putting him into a state of suspended animation thanks to the Trauma he has suffered.

*Now, there's seemingly no Orks left alive in the building. Gitsplitta's still burning, and only a pair of Plasma Guns seemingly survived the harsh handling of the Orks, amongst many that's been looted.

And Crazygit's still hiding somewhere, keeping a keen eye on his Dread.*

Leo walks over to his Battle Brother. He extends his hand which the other Astartes grabs with a slight smile. Leo lifts Donis onto his feet, hands him his Bolter and pats the side of his head. "Worry not, Brother. I am sure your lover will find your countenance just as appealing", Leo says. "You will never let go of that, will you?", he asks. "Enough. This "witty" banter is unbecoming of an Astartes. Besides, we are still not done here", Calkir says. In his hands are the two working and unmodified Plasma Guns. He puts one in the hands of Leo and Donis. He also dumps a few extra power packs for the weapon that he collected from the dead Orks and their looted Plasma Guns. "With these we will do what should have been done 10,000 years ago", Calkir says.

"What of Brother-Sergeant Kade?". Donis asks. "Regretably I do not think we will be able to bring him back to Macragge. I say we give him the Emperor's peace", Calkir says. "NO! No.. I mean... Kade is our brother. He was in the same squad as us even when we were scouts. He has always been there to guide us in times of need. We have fought with him for over two centuries", Donis says. "I have as much disaste for the idea as you do, Brother Donis. But we have no means of extracting him without great risk to our person", Calkir says. "I agree, Brother Donis. We will avenge him later", Leo says. Donis looks down, frowns deeply and shakes his head. "Allow me to do it then". "Of course".

Brother Donis went over to the still body of Veteran Sergeant Kade. He removed his scarred Mk. 4 Helmet and set it aside. "Go with the Emperor, Defender of Macragge", Donis says. The Ultramarine pulls out his bolt pistol and, with a single shot, gives peace to the fallen Sergeant. He then places Kade's Bolter onto of his chest piece, folds his arms over the Boltgun and holds his head in silence. Leo walks over to Morris and does the same though with his Bolt Pistol. Calkir goes to pick up Kade's helmet. He hands it over to Brother Donis. "You are the squad's leader now, Battle Brother. Kade specified you when selecting the next in line to command the squad should he perish or be incapacitated", Calkir says. Donis dons Kade's helmet which quickly links up with the Ultramarine's Mk. 6 power armor. "Let us go to the Space Port. We will allow the Exterminatus to deal with these traitors", he says. "What of the Hounds of Loken?", Calkir asks. Donis pauses for a moment. He looks back at the other Ultramarine. "If they get in the way... we will show them what it means to consort with Xenos", he says. Donis exits the Medicae facility back the way they came. However, this time, they walk through the bombed out city scape rather than the alleyway.

Once more something was lurking in the shadows. Watching the Ultramarines. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

Argentmun writhed as his bones knitted back together, tissues and muscles reconnected and his body mended. Afterwards he felt stiff and sore, but able to stand and able to fight.

He levered himself up from the ground and looked to the Incubus next to him, "Time to go to the Space-Port as your Archon requested.". They set off at a swift pace, hoping to catch up and overtake any others who had set out before them. Whilst he acknowledged that the Farseer had been possessed by a Daemon, he couldn't quite shake the thought of his mission; what if she hadn't been corrupted at the time, what if it was true. He couldn't jeopardize the Eldar species. He decided to leave any decision till later and kept on going.

*ignoring the occasional bolt bursting on his Armour, merric runs toward the space port, the plague marines behind. Merric makes a quick descision, and turns to lukas.
{merric} "come on brother, were going to the depot."
{lukas} "where is the farseer?"
{merric} "dead." * he held up the sword*
*lukas nodded.*
*Avicus moans in his semi-conscious state, and the three change direction*

*Divine intervention!*

Lying just outside of the space port is the lifeless body of Sergeant Joen Tross. Or so it would seem. When the Ultramarines leave the space port a group of tall warriors wearing exotic armor arrive at his body. "It would seem that our helper has met his fate. Are you sure this is the one?", a feminine voice asks. "Quite sure, quite sure. Check his pulse if you would", a masculine voice answers. One of the figures leans down and presses her hand against his chest. "The spark of life burns within but it is growing dimmer", the feminine voice says. "If he still lives then it is all I need", the man replies. Out from his fingers warp energy flows into Tross's chest. His wounds close and he is saved! However, he is still out. The group picks him up and takes him away to the basement of a nearby structure.

When the Stormtrooper awakens he is sitting in a wooden chair. His helmet is on a nearby table as is a Heavy Repeating Autogun and a few magazines. Tross himself is a man of no more than 20 years. His hair is almost shaven off. Tross has brown eyes, sun kissed tan skin and a stubble. His features are plain. Not ugly but not gorgeous either. Standing across from him is a figure that had seemingly came out of nowhere. She was tall. It is obvious that it is a she not only by her feature but also by the breasts they had oddly molded into the armor itself. If Tross is plain this woman is quite the opposite. She is impossibly beautiful to the human Tross. Everything about her is perfect. Her amber eyes simply invite someone to look into them, her lips are plump enough to be appealing and her skin feature no blemishes whatsoever. She is practically doll like.

When the alien smiles at Tross is when several alarm bells set off. The way she smiles is too perfect. In fact, everything about her is too perfect. The human's subtle arousal at her appearance turned into dread. He wanted nothing more than to leave the room and get away from this monster. He stays his nerves, though. She hadnt even spoken a word yet. "You are awake. At last! We were wondering when you would awake", Autarch Li'sai says.

"Who are you?".

"You may call me Autarch Li'sai. You see, I-".

"What do you want? Where are my men?", he says interrupting her.

"I was getting to that. It would seem out interests align, human. I am here to assist you in the delivery of the device. I am sad to say it but you're men have died".

"How do you know all of this?".

"We have been monitoring you for some time now to ensure that you make it safely to the shuttles".

"Why did you not intervene before?".

"We had issues with your Imperial Space Marines. They are trying to stop you from completing the mission".

"Is that so. Well, Eldar, you have convinced me to assist you. I will betray the Imperium, stick my neck out for Xenos that hate me and spit on the Emperor's face because you said so", Tross says.

Li'sai frowns ever so slightly. Though it wasn't a positive expression it wasn't nearly as creepy to Tross. "I admit it was a poor effort but my companion assured me you'd be stupid enough to fall for it. Very well, I will be "straight with you". I am here to escort that device out of here. Not you. The device. You just happen to be a convenient carrier for it. If you do this you have the ever so nice reward of not being killed which I imagine is more than what a lot of you Imperials get. We also saved your life from sure death. We can take it away if you don't cooperate", she says.

"Heh. My friends and comrades are dead. I am an outlaw to the Emperor. I am pretty sure we are all going to be killed by the Exterminatus soon. I have nothing to lose Eldar. Do your worst", Tross says.

"Okay, fine. What would it take for you to cooperate?".

"I want a kiss. From you. Right on the lips and it better be good. Not now, though. I want it right in front of the buddies you no doubtedly have and when we are all leaving the planet", Tross says with a grin. If she didn't agree at least he would make this snobby Xenos filth feel uncomfortable.

She flattens her lips. At least he didn't ask for any sexual favors, the Eldar thought. Humans had very simple and very basic desires. "Alright. Collect your belongings and meet us on the first floor. We will assault the Space Port when the right opportunity arises", she says. Li'sai puts on her helmet and walks back up the stairs.

Tross stands up, puts his helmet back on, discovers that the Inquisitor's device is bound by some alien bindings and grabs his weaponry. The human walks up the stairs to discover that there are only two more Eldar. He briefly considered gunning them all down right now since he had a fully loaded Heavy Repeating Autogun but the Eldar could prove useful in the mission. There was a Dire Avenger Exarch, female, and a male Farseer that were closely watching the Space Port.

Ry'leth sits by the massive nurgle monstrosity, the pathfinder stitching his commander's back the best he could, looking away as the blood coats his fingers. Ry'leth's coms buzz, he pulls his non-injured arm up to the side of his visor.

"Captain! This is scout craftPromise of Damnation we are in orbit around this world"
"Excellent Work... Land when you can, I am in need of a quick exit...."
"The skies up here are filled with tyranids and imperial forces, we couldn't get close if we tried"
"There are two imperial vessels in the area, I will attempt to get aboard and radio you then -Ry'leth out"
"Goodbye captain"

The pathfinder finished, re rummaged in a large sack held by the demonic beast.

"Yes! Oh warp yes!"
"What is it..."
"Fuel! Rail gun ammo! ALCOHOL! WHOOO!"
"Calm down... We need to be quiet remember where we are... Is there anything else?"
"Some bonding knives, and a clip for your carbine... that you no longer have....."
"Good work... Come on... We have one more stop to make"

Ry'leth pulls the smaller tau onto the beast's back, having strapped several canisters of fuel to himself. and they rode off, Ry'leth leading with two rein-like chains, the pathfinder trying to get as close to drunk as possible while still being able to aim...

"The warplord will rise again,,,"

Piece o' scrap, ain't even able to git fixed... *Crazygit mumbles to himself, as he crawls around in the rubble, after he checked up on the Deff Dread, where the Ork inside turns out to be dead. And with no other Orks nearby, nor a Painboy for that matter, he couldn't use the dread for anything. So instead, he hunks down behind more rubble, and radio's the rest of his lads.
And sure enough, he gets into contact with them, albeit with a slightly poor signal.* Ey, who's callin' us!? Ya betta not be a 'umie git, or oI-

SHUT YER GAB, GROGGIE! *the Mek exclaims loudly.* Where tha zog are ye gits!?

*And Groggie immediately changes his tone, hearing that it's his boss who's called.* O-oh, sorry boss! 'E just 'aven't heard from yeu, or Gitsplitta. We 'sumed ya all wer' zogged!

'Ell, everon else is dead, but 'DAT AIN'T AN EXCUSE NOT TA TRY AN' GET 'ERE!

Boss, ya do realize we got attack'd by bugs, roight?

... Ya done wiv' 'dat 'den?

Yeah. *Groggie says, as he chuckles a bit.* 'dey ain't 'dat 'tuff against tha Burnas. 'E're coming now, boss.

'Bout zoggin' time. *he says lastly, as he breaks the connection, and looks around, and spots the Spikey Fish-eads close to him.*
Arh, give me a break...

{lukas} "what are we doing captain?"
*merric turns around, momentarily disorientated.*
{merric} "I want off this world, lukas. Our mission here is a failure and the way I see it we only have a few options.
We con go to the space port, where it has been confirmed there are are Un-countable amounts of tyranids,
We could find a nice building, lay low and get blown up the day after tomorrow,
We can go to the depot and see if any thing worth it is there, or we could stay and -" *a plague marine bolt bounces off hs armour* "- KILL THOSE BASTARDS!"
*lukas lays Avicus down, and his storm bolter Is raging. Metric is charging to meet the plague marines, the blue sword like a beacon of light, two blasts of plasma launching through the air before he disengages it and let's it drop to the ground, so he can grip his sword two-handed*

Karnus hangs his bolter at his side and draws his power sword, the weapon glowing a malevolent green as he draws his plasma pistol with the other hand. He meets the charge head on, sword first, happy with an opportunity to prove his superiority to the loyalist scum.

The other Plague Marines throw kraks at Avicus before heading to cover, sustaining their fire, aiming at his head.

Gavriel grinned as he stepped towards the Hounds of Loken, followed by his fellow Iron Warriors. The Glacier Serpents Plague Marines were opening fire on them, and threw grenades. Gavriel swung his power axe around several times, and pressed on the activation rune, a powerful, electrical force spreading through it. Behind him, the other Iron Warriors readied their weapons, too, and the two clad in Power Armor prepared grenades. Again, like he had done before, he uttered a challenge, though he did not expect it to be answered - the Loyalists had refused his challenges more than once in the last hour. Pitiful. He trained his combi-bolter at one of them, aiming for the Terminator's head, and loaded the melta charge, ready to blast the weakling's head off.

Lukas' storm shield protected Avicus.*
*merric was done. He was, he decided, either going to die now or leave this world*
*he took a step forward, and pointed his sword at the iron warriors captain-lord.*
"iron-warrior, bastard. I tire of this place so I make a request, I will fight you in 1-1 combat, to The death, and WHEN I win, your men let me and my friends pass in peace, for 2 hours. Do you accept?"

"Brother Leo, I just had a thought", Calkir says. The Ultramarines were now about halfway to the Space Port since they could not move very fast going through these ruins. "Thinking is a very dangerous thing to do, Battle Brother. But speak", Leo answers. "What if the Traitor Astartes attempt to steal our fallen's geneseed?", the other asks. "It doesn't matter. Whatever gene-seed they obtain will be destroyed once this planet is. Or they will kill us and take it regardless of our actions. I say we focus our minds on the task at hand", he says. "I agree. Like defeating whatever it is that is following us", Donis says. "You have seen it too?", Leo asks. "All of us have. I am simply waiting for it to strike first", Donis replies.

Gavriel laughed at the Loyalist's words. Terms. The "man" had decided to have terms. Laughable.

"Terms. You will fight me. If you die, I win and your friends will die, too. Your head will adorn my trophy rack for a day or two, when I have found and slain a foe more worthy. You are in no position to demand terms. If you should win - which will and can not happen - you will die. You are in no place to demand anything. Refuse my challenge and your head will be vaporised. Within the second. These are my terms and you have replaced them with your own. Now come and face me! I have fought your like for ten thousand years, and you shall die here!"

*lukas nodded to merric, and grabbed Avicus*
{merric} "then come, face me. Away from the bolt-heads of your foul brethren. Hand to hand, your axe to my sword, and we shall see whom adorns the other's trothy rack. I personnally plan on hanging your helmet from my wall."

"Most amusing. Don't think I'll let your little... friends go away, though. Rorke..."

Gavriel nodded towards the massive, horned warrior in terminator armor, who nodded in return, knowing well what his captain ment. Make sure they don't leave... alive, at least. Gavriel swung his axe around a few times, and activated the chainblade attached to his combi-bolter.

"Come then, boy, and meet your end!"

Gavriel hacked at the Space Marine as soon as he was in range, the power axe moving towards the softer armor Merric's neck in one swift strike.

*merric's witch-blade, laurella seemed a suitable name, Whipped up and turned the power-axe blow aside. Un-hindered by an off-hand weapon, nor any mal-function of gavriel's armour, he was slightly faster. Before the bastard could fully recover, merric's sword tip plunged down, straight through gavriel's foot and yanked back out*

"What are you doing with a psykers weapon, boy?"

Gavriel only grinned within his helmet when the blade was stepped into his foot, seeing it as an opportunity. He raised his axe at the Hound of Loken's head again, and plunged his roaring chainblade towards the man, nay, boy's stomach as his axe fell down.

*The mob of (about 7) Orks moves closer to the fighting zone, steering right towards the Space Port, while smoke-belching Kans follows behind, with their saws and blades spurring of anticipation.

Crazygit's also found his way back to his Orks, walking near the front with the Nob, Groggie, to his side.*

Ya see 'dat spot 'dere, Grog? *Crazygit asks, as he points his large electrified axe at the Space Port visible ahead of them.*

Uh, wot's so speshul 'bout 'dat place?

'Dat's where tha 'umies goes off an' onta this planet! An' where else do ye 'fink 'dere's gits ta foight?

Oh, ah get wot ye talkin' about! *Groggie replies gleefully, as he immediately pushes the few Orks in front of him to get them to move faster.* GO YE SNOTLINGS, 'DERE'S 'UMIES AHEAD!

No, 'dere moi- *Crazygit didn't get to say more, as the Boyz behind him immediately roars happily, and sprints past him, which makes him run faster as well, as he can hear the Kans picking up speed to follow the rest of the Orks.*

"Orks? I dont remember being briefed on any Ork presence", Tross says. Li'sai tilts her head slightly at the sight of them charging down the street. "These Orks are a surprise to me as well. No matter, they will prove useful in thinning out the Iron Warriors and their companions. If we are lucky they will kill the fallen Tau as well", she says. "Do you think we should deal with the Ultramarines now while everyone is alone?", the Farseer asks. "No. I have another plan, Farseer. We will let these oafs fight our battles for us. Once the dust has settled we will strike from the shadows and finish off all survivors", Li'sai says. Tross leans against a nearby wall. "Not the plan I would have gone with but with the numbers we have it's not bad", he says.

"Would you care to share the plan you would have "gone with"?", she asks looking back at him. "I would flank the traitor marines and, while they are fighting the Orks, gun them down with those fancy guns of yours", Tross says. Li'sai shakes her head. "I have thought of that human. While we may fell a Traitor Marine or two it would result in us taking losses we cannot afford. More specficially you, Tross", she says. "Are you calling me weak, Eldar?", he asks. "You are an ordinary human, Sergeant. You walk amongst perfection and gods of war. The only thing between you and certain death is a crude rifle and plates of inferior metal".

"I could gun you down where you stand, Autarch", Tross says sounding offended. "Of that I have no doubt. But by that point the Farseer would already have turned your mind into ash or my companion would slit your throat before you could even see my body fall", she says. "Point taken, Autarch", he says. "Call me Li'sai. I'd like to think of us as friends, Joen", she says. Yet again the Eldar creeped him out. He says nothing in response which prompts her to look back out into the battlefield before them.

*And on their way to the Port, the Boyz chops and shoots up the Gaunts and bugs milling out at them, with Crazygit burning them up with his own Burna, and Groggie chopping away with his Big Chainchoppa, as they keep advancing in. All three of the Kans have gotten up front, and charges right into the Space Port first, leaving the rest of the boyz, and the Big Mek, behind.*

I'm gonna GET A 'UMIE FIRST! *one of them squeaked through the speaker, as it almost pushes one of the others away to get first, who of course retaliates.*

No ya don't, snottie! I AM!

"This could not have turned out better!, Li'sai says with barely contained enthusiasm. Tross walks up to her side, puts his foot up on a piece of rubble and watches the Orks with her. "Those poor Orks. They have no idea about all of the Tyranids in there", he says. Li'sai looks down at him and lifts an eyebrow. "You feel sympathy for the Green Skins?", she asks while folding her arms. "I wouldn't wish having to fight Tyranids in close quarters battle on even my worst enemy, Aut- Li'sai. It's a nightmare beyond your worst imagining", he answers. He turns his head to her and trails his eyes up her lithe form. By the Emperor were Eldar tall. It never really set in just how much taller she was until he was right next to her. "Reserve your misplaced empathy, Joen. The Orks enjoy fighting. They are about to have the time of their lives", she says.

"A short but enjoyable existence. Truly the Orks are the most fortunate of all", the Farseer says, "I wish I could find as much joy in my work. We must enter after the Orks, though. Time grows short. The Traitor Marines are almost upon us". "Patience, Farseer, patience. Let's see where the river of fate flows to next", the Autarch says. "I will try to divine the next, best course of action in the meantime. Wake me from my trance in case we need to depart", the Farseer says. He sits down on his haunches, places his hands on the ground and closes his eyes. He remains there as still and silent as the dead.

*The Kans found much more than 'Umies, as they now get swarmed with Tyranids, their arms flailing and Grotzookas blasting away, as almost all three of them shrieks in panic.

Until the rest of the Boyz comes along, and dives straight into the masses of Termagants and Hormagaunts, and Groggie revving up his Choppa, as he charges into the biggest bug amongst them.

But Crazygit rather wants to search some of the buildings for some bits, another Ork backing him up with his shoota blasting away.* Aha, I 'fink oI got 'bout FOIVE O' 'DEM!

Good fer you. *the Mek says, as he lets his burna rip at the buggers in front of him.*

*lukas covered both himself and Avicus with his storm shield, ready to react to any threat from one of the other chaos traitors*
*merric's sword arched upwards, the power of both hands behind it, the blade tore through the chain-blade, the thickle metal like butter to the energised wraith-bone blade. The blade clashed against the power axe, the tremendous strength behind the axe still pushing it down, and merric braught his off-hand to the flag edge of his own blade.*
{merric} "well my bastard friend, this sword was givento me by a noble soul, in fact she still lives inside of it, take a close look, my bastard friend, for this blade, THIS BLADE IS YOUR DOOM!"
* merric pushe dupwrds with all his might, raising both weapons a few inches, and wit a roar of defiance, kicked gavriel hard in the chest.*

Gavriel threw the chainblade aside as it was ruined by the loyalist's sword.

"I've heard that before, boy."

Gavriel raised his axe once more, now grasped with both hands, before he was kicked in the chest. He took a few steps backwards as he staggered from the heavy kick, though he managed to stay upright due to the servos in his ancient terminator armor. He raised his weapon once more, and hacked at Merric with full force.

Meanwhile, Legionairre Rorke watched the battle, grinning. He raised his combi-bolter, and aimed it at the battle, while the other two Iron Warriors approached Lukas and Avicus, weapons raised...

* merric pressed his advantage, preparing to side step the blow and kick out his opponent's legs, when a glint of metal caught his eye. THE TRAITOROUS WHELP!
{merric} "Ha! So you don't even think you can beat me wit out your little friend's help, that is most pathetic!"
*lukas dlowely backed up, Avicus was now conscious, and growled in rage at the gag elf flesh and steel that surrounded him, it took him a moment to realise it was lukas and his storm shield.*

Rorke chuckled as he aimed for the head and, when he got a clear sight, pulled the trigger. An explosive bolter round exited through the weapon's barrel, and the charge hurled towards the battle, until it finally hit.

"So long," Rorke said, "captain." as the bald head of Gavriel Vrakul, once named the Unbroken, exploded in a bloody mess, and his body fell on the ground, lifeless. Within the second, Rorke loaded the meltacharge in his combi-bolter, aimed for the loyalist, and opened fire, shooting at the Space Marine's back, somewhere near his head.

((Crap.
Wait a minute.))

*the blast of super-heated energy was going to his merric in the back, it would melt throug his armour, then his skin, then his spine, flesh again, and then he would be dead. He had heard the sound of it being clicked into place of the trigger being pulled. But the pain never came. Merric turned around. Between hE and the silver armoured traitor, redtig on the ground, smoke rising from it, was lukas' storm shield.
Merric looked at his friend, who nodded. Avicus was sitting behind a pile of rubble, and lukas faced off against the two power-armoured traitor astartes. Avicus held lukas' wris mounted storm bolter, and appeared well, if in a large amount of pain.
{Avicus} "Merric! You ass! I expect yo to find my armour after this!"
*merric turned to the terminator before him, and raised his sword.*
" I had wanted that fat bastard's *he gestured to the dead form of gavriel* helmet, but yours will do."
*merric charged, his sword launching toward the traitor's weapon arm, wit the intention of separating it at the elbow*
*lukas roared and charged the bastards in front of him, as he chewed through the metres between them, a bolt stuck and exploded, tearing his elbow, his arm hung useless by his side, his other holding his thunder hammer. He swung the hammer at the first bastard's head.*

Rorke dashed aside as Merric lunged his sword towards his arm. As the sword slashed through the air, missing his arm, Rorke made use of the gap in Merric's defence and, with surprising speed for one in Terminator Armor, smashed his power fist into the loyalist's stomach.

Torador and the other Legionairre whose name everyone kept on forgetting stepped back as Lukas lunged forward with a Thunder Hammer, and though they had managed to wound him, Torador saw the futility in standing his ground. As the Hound of Loken closed in the last few meters, Torador saw his way out. The Thunder Hammer would hit his brother's head, but that'd be of no matter. Even if he could evade the blow, he would die. Torador grabbed a krak and a frag grenade, activated them, and attached them to his brother's armor. In the last second before they exploded, he pushed his brother forward to meet the Thuner Hammer, and explode. The Thunder Hammer hit his brother's head as Torador took cover, and while he didn't see it, before the Iron Warrior's head was severed from his body, all the explosives mag-locked to his brother's armor detonated in one, massive explosion.

*altoug the fear grenade did absolutely nought to lukas armour, the krak grenade damaged his already ruined elbow, and his arm was hanging by bone and tendons.
He saw the other traitor disappearing behind some rubble, and decided to return to Avicus.*
{Avicus} "Come on! Some one come try and get me, I've got twenty round and any one's name could be on them!"
*merric's stomach armour buckled, non-essential servos deactivating and inches of armour barely protecting his
Internal organs. He shouted in pain, to cover the yelp that almost escaped his lips, and stumbled back, his sword ready to strike. Suddenly his foot clipped something, and he ducked to retrieve lukas' stormshield. Now the fight would truly begin.*

While Merric ducked to pick up the storm shield, Rorke was already prepared to strike again. He smashed again with his powerfist, while also holding his bolter ready. Should the loyalist be quick enough to get the storm shield between the powerfist and his head, Rorke could easily poise the gun behind it and put a few bolt rounds through his opponent's head.

Torador, meanwhile had taken cover, and reached for a long dead body. He had always been a lot more... zealous than his fellow Iron Warriors, and had secretly read the Book of Lorgar many times. He began sticking his ritual knife inside, and muttered an unholy chant to the warp...

*the shield was up, and merric skided a half meter back by the force of the power-fist blow. The traitor was about to shoot merric, when he was distracted by a small hail of bolts and an outraged yelling of
{Avicus} "BASTARD!"
*merric Rose and slammed the stormshield into rourke's front, sure the action would do nought, but needing the chance to position his sword to take the traitor's arm off.*

Rorke looked at the shouting weakling that had deemed it appropriate to shoot at him, before returning his attention to Merric. Merric slammed the Storm Shield against him, but before the loyalist could pull his arm back with the shield, it was within Rorke's powerfist. Raising his boltgun once again, he pulled at the Storm Shield, hoping it would pull it out of Merric's hands, and throw the Hound of Loken on the ground.

Torador, in the meantime, continued with his ritual. He felt a power rise within him, and thought he could hear faint whispering.

*merric felt his arm being wrenched, and twisted, his arm came out of the handle, and merric kicked the fool, whacking him in the face again with the stormsheild, and then nearly over-loaded his leg servos as he kicked again. And then his blade forced through the back of the stormshield, into the flesh behind it.*
*Avicus was quite happy with his latest acheivment, and lean't back against his pile of rubble. He wound have to thank the eldar when she turned up, his chest was fully healed. Where was she, he wondered.*

Rorke grinned within his helmet as he felt a swordtip puncture through the inside of his power fist. The fist was still operational and far from hampered. Blood clotted around the wound the blade had caused, and Rorke grabbed the sword with his power fist before it could be pulled back.

"Nice sword you have there. Nice gem inlaid in it, too. I wonder what would happen if I crush it, do you not?"

He began closing his fist around the blade in order to deatroy it, while aiming his bolter at the Astartes' head, ready to pull the trigger would he move.

Torador heard the whispers grow louder and louder, and his own speech joined the voices. The voices became louder and louder, until they were chanting. Torador was sure that the others could hear them now, too. He looked back at the body after scanning the surroundings for the Glacier Serpents - he couldn't see them from where he was - and he grinned as the body spasmed. Soon.

{merric} "No!"
* it was at that point that lukas decided to whack the enemy terminator in the side of the face with his thunder hammer from behind. both combatants had been to embroiled in their own fight to noticed the chaos space marine screaming, let alone lukas.*

Rorke roared in pain as he was struck by the Thunder Hammer. His reflexes made his power fist clench together, and he felt the blade shatter into pieces before he fel on the ground. Before anyone could do anything, he rose, once again showing the remarkable speed he had within terminator armor. He lunged with his fist at Merric, while opening fire at his assailant, roaring.

Torador rose as the no-longer-whispers grew ever louder. As he stood up, he felt strange new senses. He felt the need to spit on the ground, and he did so. He saw that, despite wearing his helmet, something came out. It was not his saliva. It was pure acid. And it had come from him. Or his helmet. It took a moment before he noticed that those were one now. Skin and armor were one. He looked at his arms, mighty flesh and armor combined with warp-weapons. Yes. he thought, but the thought was not his own. A tear streamed down from his eyes, nay, lenses. A tear made from bile. Torador cried. He had been truly blessef by the gods! Torador shouted out in happiness, the sound so loud it could turn normal men deaf. Butcher them. We must feed! said the thought that was not his. Torador smiled, a final tear rolling down from his helmet, before he gave in to the primal instinct that he now had, his entire body a weapon, leaping towards the wounded fleshling.

*merric fell to his knees, sorrow streaming from the sword and into himself, immobilising him. Lukas swung again, smashing once more into the chaOs brute's head, and then smashing it into his chest.*
*Avicus found a horrid, thing, staring down at him.*
{Avicus} "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?"
*Avicus didn't wait for an answer and fired his storm Bolter*

Rorke blocked the Thunder Hammer aimed for his head with his Power Fist, but fel to the ground. He "rolled" aside for the second blow. He stood up again while firing at Merric, who had fallen to his knees. He readied his power fist again, and smashed into Lukas.

Torador stared at the fleshling, before it opened fire. He somehow evaded several of the rounds, though he realised that wasn't him, but his new self. His right , now melded with a bolt pistol and sword, lurged at the fleshling while from his mouth/helmet came a stream of vomit, burning through whatever it touched.

*lukas' cry of pain awoke metric from the strAnge trance he had entered.
He stood, and was punching the traitor, and lukas had his thunder hammer, from both sides, they attacked him, rage flooded through merric, and he saw his fist was actuely denting the armour.
Unbeknowenst to any of them, laurella's spirit stone still shone bright, sitting in the small pile of blade shards and rags*
*Avicus shouted in pain as acid started to melt his flesh, and then he was holdin a chainsword away from his flesh, the teeth raging.*
{Avicus} "YOU BASTARD! YOU, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO KILL ME!"
*he started kicking at the thing with all his might, and felt the flesh-metal retreating some what.*

Rorke was having some trouble fighting two experienced Astartes at once, but he had done this before, and he would not fall. The chain-bayonet attached to his bolter activated, and he duelled both at once. He would not give in, and he would kill them.

Torador stood up again, and the mouthpiece of his helmet split aside in razor teeth as he roared. His right arm swung towards his prey again, and he - or his other he? - jumped onto the Space Marine, his head moving towards the other's. It was feeding time. He spit acid into the fleshling's face, and he bit, tearing at the flesh-face while his arm continued hacking at his prey.

*rage. Rage. Rage is what drove merric's fist. He punched the combi-bolter out of rouke's hand, an then he was there's. Laurella would be avenged, even if she would now spend eternity tortured ((or so he thought )) he would kill this bastard, and he, Avicus, and lukas would get off this planet.*
*he roared, a primal, rage-filled sound, and punched at the same place he had a dozen times now. The armour buckled. Lukas fell to the ground, the armour of his chest crushed by blows from the enmey's power fist.*
*Avicus felt his flesh melting, being torn. He felt himself slipping away, and hoped that merric would make it off world*

Rorke grunted as his bolter was smashed out of his hand, and noticed the hole that was starting to form in his armor. He saw how the one he had been attacking with his power fist was falling to the ground. Rorke broke one of the lengthy horns from his helmets and threw it at the Hound that had fallen onto the ground, and turned towards Merric.
Torador roared in joy, his helm-mouth covered in blood and flesh. He stabbed his chainsword-arm into the place where he knew an Astartes primary heart was located, and bit once again, intent on tearing the fleshling's head off.

*the horn punctured lukas, and blood spurted from his Leg. Merric punched again and again, intent on ripping the traitorous bastard apart. His fist finally found flesh.*

Rorke grunted in anger and frustration as Merric punched into his side. His right leg sank to the ground to support the other half of his body, and to make him remain standing. He reached for Merric's neck with his (regular) fist, intent on strangling him.

Torador bit deep in the fleshling's neck, but before he could tear it off, he got distracted. He spat acid onto Avicus' face once more, before turning towards the fleshling that would be slightly better prey. He leapt towards the impaled man, his left arm, the one with which his bolter was mended, opening fire before he reached him. Torador gleefully hacked at the man with his sword-arm, before picking the man up, and roaring.

*merric grabbed the arm, twisted and pulled. The bone snapped.
Merric roared again and he rammed his fist into the bastards side, felt his hand puncture flesh, withdrew, punched again.*
*lukas flailed his thunder hammer at his attacker, but only managed to land one solid hit*

The Iron Warrior roared in pain and rage. He felt one of his bones snap, but he would not fall. Not before all of the loyalists lay dead. He swung with his other arm, with the power fist, at Merric.

Torador grunted as the Thunder Hammer hit him in the side, but he was not distracted by it. He spit out an enormous wave of bile on Lukas' face, the toxic substance slowly dripping to the ground. His sword-hand-arm lunged at the hand that had been carrying the Thunder Hammer with one clean cut, intent on off Lukas' hand.

*Merric was beyond feeling the pain of the power fist grazing his side, he knew one thing, and one thing only. That he, Avicus and lukas were going to escape this planet.
He punched again and again and again, his fist squelching insid elf the traitor's chest and through his ribs and deeper.*
*lukas' flailing arm was no easy tArget, and he managed to clip the sword-Arm with his thunder hammer before the melting of his helmet outer layer blinded him.*

Rorke fell on both of his knees as the pain increased. He threw off his helmet and waited until the loyalist approached to strike.

Torador yanked his sword-arm free, and headed for the hand with his mouth-helmet, tearing at its flesh like he had at Avicus' throat, while plunging his sword at Lukas' throat, his other arm shooting in Merric's direction.

*merric stomped on the power-fist hand, hearing it crack. He looked the bastard in the eye. And then his foot propelled toward rourke's face, and a bolt minted off his shoulder.*
*lukas screamed out in pain as his hand was ruined, and his thunder hammer dropped loudly to the ground.*

Rorke lurched forward, evading Merric's foot, trying to tackle him and crush him with his weight, and smashing his head in with the remaibs of his power fist.

Torador, satisfied with what he had... made of Lukas' hand, jumped for his throat, and began ravaging it with his razor teeth.

*merric was done wit this fight. He felt the broken power fist hit his side. And Tyne he raised both arms, and was raining fists into his opponents face, hopefully turning bone, tooth, flesh, eyes, all to mush. *

*lukas howled as razor teeth closed in on his neck, but just as the mutant... Thing was about to eat him, two bolts exploded in it's chest, and lukas fell to the ground*
"LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, UGLY ASSED WARP GAK MONSTER, I HAVE BEEN PUSHED OUT OF A SPACE SHIP, AND YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME? PAH!"
*Avicus 'stood' or rather half sat half leaned against a pile of rubble, his face like that of a burn victim, except his eyes, those same blue eyes still shone from the scary tissue of his face. The storm bolter bucked again and again, and shots smashed into the warp-spawn*
*lukas used the distraction, and with no working arms, decided to take a leaf from merric's book, he kicked at the monster as bolts exploded in it's flesh*

Roight, ye betta not steal anythin' 'dat I didn't see, got it?
*Crazygit just had to say that to the git following him, before he busts open the door to the building where the Farseer and the Guardsman holds up, unknowing of their presence as they start looking around for loot.*

In one final act of defiance, Rorke hit Merric one last time before falling onto the ground.

Torador, meanwhile, stood up as bolt rounds exploded against his chest. He felt the beast within rage at this, and his sword swung towards both of Lukas' legs, seeking to cut those off, too, before stepping backwards. His chest tore itself open from within in one large maw, and he found that his left hand returned to normal. His helmet-face and the newly opened maw began chanting as his hand reached a ritual dagger, all the while stepping back. He readied the dagger, and cited the words the Daemon within whispered to him, the newly initiated ritual almost complete...

"Autarch, there are Or-", the Farseer says breaking out his trance. "I know, Farseer. I think all of us know. If that is what you have been attempting to divine then I am starting to doubt your capabilities as a seer", she says. The Farseer laughs, "Well, Li'sai, I am getting long in the tooth. I cannot see into the future quite as well as I could when I was young. Sergeant, if you would be so kind, hand me your Autogun", he asks. Sergeant Tross raises an eyebrow at the Eldar's request but complies with it anyway. The Farseer takes the gun and walks down a short flight of steps. The Autarch and Exarch follow him. Li'sai knew the Farseer to have his... oddities but to use the weaponry of the Mon'keigh? This is just unbecoming of the venerable Farseer.

"There are fewer stratagems of war more time tested, more reliable and more simple than the application of overwhelming firepower. The Orks themselves refer to this as "Dakka" and are quite good at it. Now, Autarch, witness such a stratagem being employed by a master", the Farseer says. He shoulders the Heavy Repeating Autogun, walks along the wall to the corner, casts guide upon himself and his squad and opens up on the Orks with a flurry of armor penetrating bullets. These rounds are considerably accurate since they are guided by the Farseer and his power.

*Crazygit himself found a room that looks valuable with loot, whereas the other Ork stays out to find anything else around, leaving him completely exposed to the Autogun fire that suddenly bursts up, shredding his back with little effort as he swings around, swinging his shoota around with the trigger pulled, and dies with bullets gone straight into the head.

And Crazygit of course hears the commotion, and backs into cover in the shed.* Oh zoggin' 'eck! 'Ere did 'dose come from!?

"Crude, loud and filthy. Yet effective. Here is your weapon, Sergeant", the Farseer says handing it back. "You should clean it when you get the chance. A weapon taken care of will take care of you", the older Eldar says. Li'sai draws her power sword. "Exarch, come with me. Farseer, you stay behind us so we can benefit from your spells. Joen, you take up the rear. Gun down any who would try to sneak up on us", the Autarch says. The Eldar and the human leave the corridor and start searching the building room by room.

*The problem for Crazygit now is that he can't exactly sneak out of the room, as the doorway leads right outside to them, and there's no windows at all.
But the good news for him is, that there's plenty of guns for him to quickly mess around with. So he does what a genious Ork Mek does in a desperate situation with grenade launchers and autoguns, and slams them together to one big gun, ready to point at the first git who comes through the door.*
COME GET ME, YA GROTS!

*And outside, the two surviving Kans makes their way to the building, as they run away from the bigger bugs chasing them.*
NONONO, ZOG OFF BUGZIES!
YA, DO WOT 'DAT GIT SAYS!

The Exarch had just walked into the room when she heard him shout out his thread. The Ork could get off a barrage from his shoota which would hurt the Exarch. However, Li'sai, Tross and the Farseer back up into the room as the Exarch falls to the ground. The Autarch primes a plasma grenades, tosses it into the room and waits for it to go off. Once it does she runs inside with her power sword in the room. With alien grace Li'sai would leap up into the air and bring her sword down onto the Ork's head.

*And with the grenade bouncing around in the room, his immediate thought was to shoot right onto it, but there's apparently no shots left in the gun(s), so instead he tosses it at the grenade to bounce it further away from him, and readies his Big Choppa.
And cue to the explosion, he spots the Pionty-eared Grot lunging at him, and tries to evade the blade, which instead slices a good bit of the back end of the choppa.*

Why ya little... Ye cut sum o'm man Choppa OFF! *he exclaims loudly, as he swings the large Choppa at the Autarch.*

And while that's happening, the Kans had smashed through the wall, with Hormagaunts milling through as a Warrior pounds its talons into one of the Kans.*

"Aww, did I break the big baby's favorite toy?", Li'sai asks in response to the Ork's anger. Thanks to the Eldar's heightened awareness and superior mind she could easily see the Ork swinging his choppa at her. She steps to the side to avoid the incoming force of the axe. With lightning fast speed the Autarch brings the blade in for a cut at the Ork's melee arm to weaken him or possibly to disarm him.

The Farseer picks up the Exarch and dusts her off. "Go assist the Autarch in dealing with that hideous brute. Our mutual ally and I will deal with the newcomers", he says. The Exarch nods, draws her shuriken pistol and runs inside. Once inside she starts shooting at the Ork. The Farseer focuses his mind and begins to cast an Empyrean storm. Lightning bolts arc from the ground and start hitting the Hormagaunts and Killa Kans that burst into the building. Tross goes onto his knee and starts firing at the Tyranids with his Heavy Repeating Autogun.

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"Orks. Tyranids. It would seem our work is cut out for us", Brother Leo says. The Ultramarines had finally made it to the Space Port only to find it filled to the brim with hostile Xenos. The Space Marines take cover by the remnants of a Word Bearer Land Raider. "Load Hellfire rounds", Brother Donnis orders. The Space Marines, in near unison, remove the Dragonfire loaded magazines, puts them back in their pouches and replaces them with Hellfire loaded rounds. These rounds contain a special mutagenic acid that chews the flesh of organic beings regardless of how tough they may be. The Ultramarines fire on the Tyranid Warriors from behind their cover.

*But Crazygit's strength isn't something to just bluff at, as he tries to swing it at her again just as she "pushes" it off, that she of course dodges. But when she tries to go for his arm, he instead "stabs" the blunt top of the axe at her torso, in an attempt to knock her away a bit.
And the Exarch's entrance makes Crazygit's situation even more of a pain in the ass with the Shurikens bouncing off the armor and shredding up his back, but he keeps his attention at the Autarch.

Meanwhile, the Kan with the Warrior finishes it off, and turns his attention to the other Kan, who immediately spotted the 'umie and the pointy-ear, and making his way over to them with the Grotzooka blasting away.*

The Autarch is indeed pushed away by the Ork's attack. This Ork is tougher than he looks, she thought. Li'sai runs backwards and, while doing so, takes out her fusion gun. If the Ork doesn't interrupt her she'll fire off a shot at the Big Mek. While this is happening the Exarch draws her Diresword and waits for a good opportunity to strike at the Ork.

The Grotzooka lands too close to the Farseer which sends him flying up against the wall. Tross is knocked onto his ass as well but he doesn't take nearly as many fragments as the Farseer does. Tross crawls over to him and shakes his shoulder. "Farseer, are you alright? Farseer?", he asks. Joen could have just left the Farseer right there to be blasted to pieces by the Killa Kans. Instead the human drags the xenos back inside of the room out of some strange respect for the Eldar.




"I wonder, Brother Donis... what are those Killa Kans shooting at?", Leo asks. Donis looks around the battlefield for any hints as to what the Kans are doing. The Ultramarines notices the corpse of the Storm Trooper is gone but there is no bloody mess to indicate that the Tyranids ate the body. "Look there. The body of the fallen Guardsman has been moved. There must be some Imperial Guard hold outs in that building", he concludes. "Or cultists looking for a body to offer to nurgle", Leo retorts. "Either situation calls for our intervention, Leo. Use the Plasma Guns we have obtained to put a dent into the things", Donis orders. The Sternguard Veterans take out their Plasma guns and begin firing at the Killa Kans themselves.

*But as soon as she takes her pistol out, the Mek's hand lunges up to grab her head, and smack it against the wall repeatedly.*
'Dat's, wot, ye, get, fer, messin', with, CRAZYGIT!

*And the Kan that just shook the Warrior off gets his engine on the back blown to bits, making him topple forward as the last one keeps charging towards Tross and the fallen Farseer.*



*Groggie holds up the Warrior's head to display for the rest of the Boyz, who are too busy with chopping and shooting the last gaunts that runs away. This of course annoys him, right until he spots the Kans that ventured off to the building.*

Ey gits! 'Dem Grots ar' havin' fun wivout us! Let's GET 'EM!

*And now the last 5 boys and Groggie heads over, shouting their chant along the way.*

The Autarch was intercepted. She slipped up. And now the world begins to turn to a blur as her head was smashed into the wall repeatedly. Li'sai curses herself for being so incompetent but at the same time hopes the Exarch can save her from this brute. The Exarch plunges her Diresword into the Ork's back while he is distracted with the Autarch.

Sergeant Tross takes out a Krak grenade and tosses it at the Killa Kan hoping it lands in the thing's view port. The Farseer awakens to find himself being dragged away from the fight by a Mon'keigh. In all of his many years he could have never thought that a human would ever save him from certain death. Perhaps, for one as longed lived as an Eldar, strange things can and will happen.

"Those Guardsmen will be overrun if we do nothing. Put away your Plasma Guns. Use Kraken ammunition and put down that incoming band of Orks", Donis says. Once more the Ultramarines change their ammunition type to their more penetrating bolts. They fire on the oncoming Horde of Orks with precise volleys of Bolter fire.

*Avicus let loose another four shots, aiming for the mouth-thing on the possessed's torso. Two bolts found their Mark and exploded inside the monster.*
*lukas kicked it with all his might, sure to send a mortal man flying through the air.*
*merric was breathing heavily. He gripped the fallen stormshield in his off-hand and then picked up the power axe his first opponent had dropped. As the thing in front of him chanted, it suddenly found an axe propelled to cut downwards through it's head.*

*With now a sword in his body, he throws the body away, and swings himself around with the axe in an attempt to hit him, or perhaps give him a smack with his hand right on the head.

The grenade didn't exactly land in the viewport, but it detonates at its foot, which makes it topple right down onto the ground, leaving the grot confused and dazed.

And the bolts takes a toll on the Orks, who turns their attention to the marines, and goes after them. Groggie runs ahead of the rest of the Boyz, right towards Leo.*

Her body slams into a nearby wall, bounces off and lands next to Tross. Tross looks over at the fallen Autarch. Her helmet is dented heavily and one of the eye lenses has cracked. The sorry sight of a fallen Eldar warrior makes the Sergeant shake his head in pity. However, despite the beating she just took, Li'sai feebly points over at the Kan and whispers, "Gun it down before it gets up". Tross nods and makes a mad dash towards the Killa Kan. He quickly climbs on top of and slides the barrel of his Heavy Repeating Autogun into the vision port. Joen empties the rest of the magazine into the Ork vehicle in an attempt to kill it's operator.

The Exarch evades the Ork's punch. She then counters by firing a round from her Shuriken catapault at the Ork's neck to get blood drawn from him. Meanwhile, the Farseer removes his helmet and sets it aside. This man was quite the looker at some point in his life as most Eldar are. However, time and constant stress has not been kind to him. Everywhere that can form wrinkles as them to one degree or another. His black hair is heavily streaked and even his amber eyes seem faded. He coughs a few times and holds his gut. Channeling the remainder of his energy he casts a healing spell. Thanks to his injuries, though, his psychic defenses aren't quite as strong. Whispers of horrors unimagined scratch at the back of his mind. He can only stop the internal bleeding and mend the broken bones before he ceases using his powers. He still has fragments stuck in him which would make walking around difficult. The Farseer takes the Fusion Gun from Li'sai and aims it at the Ork. Once the Exarch was out of the way he would fire it.

"Orks! Incoming!", Leo says. "Fire your Bolters as fast as you can. We are not equipped for close assault!", Donis orders. The Ultramarines fire off their guns quicker to stop the Ork charge before they can make it happen. Leo runs out of ammunition and has to stop firing to reload.

Torador simply roared as the bolt rounds exploded in and around him, his ritual dagger glowing with power. Finally, as his chanting raised to its highest, he made a cut with it in the air, and through it madness flowed. The axe flew right through it before it could hit Torador, who stepped through it, the gate closing in behind him. When the Hounds of Loken would look for Rorke's body, they would find out that he was nowhere to be found...

* the three terminators collapsed to the ground, exhausted.*
{Avicus} "that... That was not... Was not very... Fun." * his chest is wracked with the effort to make each breath. But he's alive, conscious, and besides his face, mostly alright.*
{lukas} "my. My arm..."
*lukas' broken arm was hanging by bone and tendons, useless and painful. His other wrist was torn and bloody, it would take a while to clot and heal*
*merric was the only one of the three to be mostly ok, although he took off his helmet to spit a globetrotter of blood and mucus on the ground before replacing it.*
{merric} "Avicus, turned up, just in time."
{Avicus} "don't I always. Where's the eldar? I need to thank her."
* under his helmet, merric's face turned down cast, he decided the reason he was so upset about the eldar was that she had sacrificed herself to save his best friend, and therefore become equal.*
Merric} "I had to kill her. She was possessed, after healing you. And then, and then I lost her soul."
*merric sat, his leg servos creaking in protest.*
{Avicus} "hmm. To bad. I liked her. Seemed good enough. One more question. What the he'll is that?"
*merric followed avicus' pointing finger, to the small pile of sword fragments that tested on the ground. Laurella's spirit stone sat in the shards, glowing a bright blue.*
*merric half dragged himself, half walked, to the gem, and picked it up. Not a single fracture tarnished it's perfect surface.*
*merric took the fragments, and placed them in a compartment mounted behind his shoulder. Something else, a glint of silver, caught merric's eye, and he laughted loudly as he held up his prise for his friends to see.
{merric} "ha! The bastards left something behind!"
*merric held up a terminator helmet, several horns extending from it, including a broken one. The helmet was silver.the iron warrior had left his helmet behind. Merric clicked it tO hs belt.*
{Avicus} "not this again. What is it with your obsession with taking the helmets of anything with as much armour as you?"
{merric} "why do you spend hours sharpening your lightning claws?"
*Avicus shrugged.*
{merric} "exactly, now come on."
* merric picked his plasma cannon back up, and used the cooling system to weld the handleof the stormshield smaller, allowing lukas to have it on his less damaged arm without need for his hand. Then they spent a half-hour digging through the rubble of the medicae, always alert, ready for another near-death experience, untill they had all of avicus' armour. They rebuilt it around him, and with only merric able to do so, it took a while. The ork's had made off with one of avicus' lightning claws, or else it had been destroyed. So merric had his plasma cannon and thunder hammer, lukas had his storm shield, and Avicus had a lightning claw and two wrist mounted storm bolters. Perfect. *
night was falling *the group sprinted to an administratum. A tall, thirty floor building that was used as an office of sorts. They walke dup every set of stairs, untill they reached the top floor. A single hall led of from the stair case, ten doors on each side, they systematically cleared every door, revealing small offices, a dead PDF, a very living genestealer that wasn't too happy to see them. Untill they reached the last door. Lukas stood to the side, ready to block the doorway with his shield if need be. Merric stood in front of the door, the breacher, and Avicus to the other side, so that merit could step back and allow him a shot at any thing inside. Merric kicked the door off it's hinges.*

*Now he tries to get a hold of the Exarch, and grabs a better hold at his axe near the head, just so he can swing it onto her head, with a broad grin behind his metal jaw.*
Hurh huh, I bet ye gonna look prettier wivout 'dat stupid 'ead, ya pointy-eared gi-

*And just when he swings the axe head back, the heated shot from the fusion gun strikes home on his bionic part of his head, almost exploding it away with Crazygit stumbling into the wall, dropping the Eldar as he slumps down to the floor.*



*Groggie keeps charging at Leo, seemingly shrugging off or plainly biting the pain in him with the few bolts that blasts through his armor, as he slams into him.
The rest of the Boyz following behind gets mowed down, giving the last two Shoota Boyz a clear line of fire to Donis, which they obviously utilize as they keep running forward.*

"Perhaps it would have been more expident to have done that from the start, Autarch", the Farseer says. Sergeant Joen Tross returns having, presumably, shot the Grot inside of the Kan. "Joen, if you would be so kind, reach into the third most pouch from your left", Li'sai says ignoring the Farseer. He shrugs, walks over to her, reaches into the pouch and removes it's only content. It was a very strange looking syringe with the tube part covered in alien runes. "Where do you want it?", he asks. "In my neck. I do not want my armor to have any punctures in it", she says. Joen carefully removes her helmet revealing that the Eldar had taken a serious beating. Her lip was bleeding as was her nose, she had a black eye and he could swear a tooth was chipped. Tross pushes down the soft armor covering her neck and sticks the syringe in. He pushes down on the button on top causing the clear fluids within to enter his "patient's" body. Li'sai's facial injuries heal right before the human's eyes.

Tross helps the Eldar onto her feet since the healing solution hasn't taken full effect yet. She is surprisingly light given how tall she was. Weighed about as much as your average Jaeger when he was fully loaded up with equipment. Li'sai offers a slight smile in thanks before putting her helmet back on. The Farseer exits the room. He had apparently used Li'sai's fusion gun to melt two or three discarded Lucius pattern Lasguns he found together into a walking stick. "Farseer, why don't you use your stimulation packet?", she asks. "I do not need it. Once I get some rest I'll finish healing myself", he says, "Now, on to more pressing issues. There are Space Marines outside. I fear we may be in for an even bigger fight than before". Tross shakes his head. "No, we aren't. The Heavy Repeating Autogun is designed specifically to eliminate Astartes. Has enough bite to put one down while enough punch to get through their armor. I'll just shoot the bastards at range", he says.

The Farseer quirks an eyebrow. "Boy, I hope you do realize that you will be firing on fellow Imperial forces", he says. "It isn't the first time I have seen action against supposedly loyalist Space Marines. Not even the third. Besides, my mission parameters are clear. I am to finish it all costs. Even theirs, mine or your life Farseer", he says. The Eldar says nothing in return. Instead he just puts on his helmet and walks up to the hole in the wall to observe the Space Marines. The human did not know how correct his statement was, he thought.


Brother Donis took several shoota shells to the chest from the Ork gunfire. Though most bounced off of his power harmlessly one managed to penetrate his soft armor. He falls to the ground due to the shock of the hit. His body will heal the wound but it would give the Orks an opening. Meanwhile, Brother Calkir fires his Boltgun at the Ork that is attacking Leo. Leo on his part is on the ground with a dent in his power armor. He reaches for his Bolt Pistol but he is close the Ork. The Ork could potentially stop him.

*But Groggie stops him in a different way, with the large Chainsaw-headed axe hammering down onto the head with a loud roar, with the blades spurring and sparking at the helmet just when it gets into contact.

The two Boyz keeps on shooting, right until they get their shootas empty, where they instead sprint at him to club him down with the guns, with one of them stabbing him with a smaller choppa.*

Armored ceramite can only take so much abuse before finally giving away. The Axe head tore through the helmet's layers of advanced materials before burying itself into the Astartes's brain. Blood spatters everywhere and with that Brother Leo is no more. "Leo! No!", Calkir shouts. The Space Marine puts away his Bolter and takes out his Plasma Gun. He fires a couple of shots at the Ork hoping to avenge his fallen Battle brother.

Donis awakes to his helmet display flashing many, many warnings about his armor systems overheating. But he powers through it. He will not have a Xenos find him wanting again. Donis punches the nearest Ork right in the jaw.

*Groggie's expression's somewhat like how a child would be when they open a new present when he sees the carnage of his choppa, which abruptly ended when several plasma gun shots hits home on him, burning away his arm and splattering his head, with the large body clashing down on the ground.

And the Ork; with the knife ready to stab, gets the fist right in the jaw, which almost makes him flying back, as the other hits with the shoota's front end on the Marine's shoulder, which was probably meant to hit the head.*

The butt of his shoota leaves a small scratch on the Space Marine's armor. Donis pulls the Ork's legs out from underneath him. He then gets on the Ork and starts punching his face repeatedly. Meanwhile, Calkir is busy reloading his Plasma Gun. He pops out the old coolant cannister, allows it to fall to the ground and slides in a new one.

*The Ork slams right down into the ground, but the other was still recovering from the jaw-punch, and ends up being too slow to react to the punching. But that leaves the other Ork to reload his gun, and fire off at the back of the Marine.*

The Shoota rounds mostly bounce off of his armor. What rounds go through are ignored by the Space Marine. He did not care what injuries he sustained. The Astartes is filled with righteous fury which drives him to beat the ever loving crap out of the Ork underneath him. Calkir fires his Plasma Gun at the Ork that is shooting at his brother.

"Actually... I have another idea", the Autarch says, "Once the Orks are defeated perhaps we could convince the Space Marines to assist us by clearing out what few Tyranids remain in the Space Port". "They would never go for it. Space Marines despise xeno", Tross says. "Yes but they will trust you, Joen", Li'sai says, "To them you are an ally". "What if they recognize him as the supposed corpse they blessed?", the Farseer asks. "Then we will rain death upon them", the other responds with a smirk.

*And obviously, the Ork gets obliterated with the plasma shots, with the other being dead long ago.


But on the other hand, Crazygit's still alive. His remaining eye slowly opening, as he gives a quiet groan, simply looking around the room with his body still paralyzed. He doesn't see anyone in there, but he can clearly see the molten bits and pieces of his metal head in front of him.
Being the smart Mek that he is, he keeps quiet for a while longer, in case one of those pointy-ears comes back in.*

Sergeant Joen Tross, not soon after, walks out of the building and towards the Ultramarines. Meanwhile the Eldar slink out of the building and, while the Ultras are distracted, take up positions to ambush them. The Ultras quickly notice the Storm Trooper and walks over to meet him. "Thank the Emperor! Space Marines! My lords, it is an honor", Tross says kneeling before them. "Well met Storm Trooper. We thought all of you wiped out", Donis says. "We are. That last Ork attack slaughtered the last of us. I am the only one left", Tross says. Calkir suddenly grabs Tross and picks him up. "Liar! I know a lie when I hear it! Tell us the truth, Trooper. Who else was with you in that building?".

The Jaeger pauses for a moment. Every fiber of his being wanted to tell about the Eldar. These were the Ultramarines. The Emperor's finest. But it could jeopardize the mission if they knew he was a heretic. So Tross didn't alert the Ultras to the Eldar sneaking up on them. Everyone's life was expendable. So was his orders. And his orders are the only thing the human has left.

"Was it Chaos cul-", Calkir asks. He is cut off by a Power Sword through his hearts. Li'sai twists the power sword to get as many of his redundant organs as she can. With the life leaving his body the last thing Calkir does is curse Tross as a traitor with his dying breath. Donis didn't even have that luxury. Tross falls to the ground on his back. The Space Marine falls flat on his side. "What have I done?!", Tross cries out. He lays there for a few minutes in silence. Li'sai walks over, picks him up and sets him on his feet. "Are you alright, Joen?", she asks. "Yes. Let's get to those damned shuttles. I am tired of this planet", he says. The Autarch nods and leads the group towards the port. She stops before they get far. "Exarch, collect the Plasma Guns and any power packs. I want you and Joen to carry one", she says. The Exarch nods. She quickly runs back, grabs the fallen plasma guns, the ammo for them and runs back. She gives one to Tross and slings the other across her back. "Very good. Let's keep going", the Autarch says. The group resumes their travel.

*the door flies back, smashing into a dozen pieces against The far wall.*
{sirius} "still making entrances I see."
*in the dim light of the room, a space marine sat at a sturdy table. his terminator armour was piled in a corner, and his weapons, a power axe and a combi-melta, sat against the wall. On he desk sat a small metal box, perfectly shaped to clip onto a terminator's upper-back plate. It was opened, and vials of liquid could be seen inside. Sirius was calmly injecting a blue liquid into a shoulder wound, and the wound quickly scabbed over. He Sighed as the door flew, and stood up.*
{merric} "well, Sirius. Good to zee you're alive."
{Sirius} "captain. Managed to survive having a buoying calapse on you again I see."
*from in The hall way, Avicus shouted* "and then managed to get me shot!"


*Sirius started to re-dress his armour, before lukas entered the room.*
{sirius} "whoa whoa dhal. We aren't going anywhere untill I fix that."
*he pointed at the wounds on lukas' arms.*
{merric} "and Tyne we go"

Can 'e get ta loot anyfin'? *one of the many boyz says, that follows the Mekboy around. The Mek himself gives a frustrated sigh, as he looks around.*

Ah know ye gits want loot, but oI do too, so quit yappin' an' look 'round! Make yerselves useful fer once!

*The Ork Boyz scatters around into four 5-boy mobs, doing what the Mekboy just said and looks for loot.

One of the mobs reaches the building where Sirius, Merric and Avicus holds up, and when they glance at it and the condition, one of them immediately shout out to the rest of the mobs.*

'EY, OI FOUND SOMEFIN' DAT LOOKS LOOTABLE!

No, AI FOUND 'ET! *another one of them says, giving the first one a punch in the jaw, which quickly evolves into a large brawl between the 5 of them.*

It wasn't a long trip at all to the Space Port proper. It took the Eldar and the human perhaps a minute or so to get there. As they reach the Space Port the Autarch's apparently creepy gaze fell upon a fallen Harlequin. Even though he is riddled with dozens of bullets his Agaith retains the ever present toothy smile typical of a jester. She then shifted to the bullet hole ridden wall behind him. Whoever downed this individual used a lot of ammunition to do it. It is probably the best way to deal with any sort of Eldar, Li'sai thought. With enough ammunition being thrown one's way one will find that the place they decided to evade to also has a bullet coming for them.

Perhaps that is the great joke that his Agaith is smiling widely at. For all the training one does, for all of the inherent toughness one may possess, for all of the superior equipment and for all of the Battlefield Expertise one may have obtained all it takes is a moron with a big enough gun to take you down. Li'sai kneels down and collects the Harlequin's spirit stone. She puts it in a cloth back with around 16 others.

"Did you know that guy?", Tross asks. Li'sai turns around to look at Tross. She shakes her head and says, "No. But he is still one my kin. He deserves better than to have his soul consumed by She-Who-Thirsts". Li'sai draws her Fusion Gun and enters the Space Port. Tross puts away the Plasma Gun and reloads his Heavy Repeating Autogun. The Exarch, on her part, decides to keep the Plasma Gun out since her Shuriken Catapault has failed to do anything today.

The party wanders through the halls, up the stairs and across large storage rooms. Tross decides that, since they were going to leave soon, he was going to activate his Auspex. It may be damaged but you don't have to see far to detect Genestealers. To his surprise, though, his Auspex painted a group of friendly soldiers. Better yet they were in the next room over. "Autarch, I am detecting Imperial forces. They are just ahead of us", he says. Li'sai quirks an eyebrow at this new revelation. How could anything non Tyranid last in such a place? The Space Port was lousy with the creatures, she thought. "Very good. Go and see if you can get them to ally with us. Hopefully we will not have to kill them like we did with the Ultramarines", she says.

Tross nods. He goes over to the room and knocks on the door. Not 5 seconds later a challenge knock came from behind the door. A distinct knock that is only used by Visigian Jaegers. It would seem more made it out of the drop than he had thought. Joen returns the knock that had been drilled into him during training almost perfectly. The door opens and inside is a full squad of Jaegers. They are mostly armed with Autoguns save for their Sergeant, who is armed with a Plasma Pistol and a Powersword, and two Special Weapons guys who are both armed with Melta Guns. The Sergeant of their group pushed passed the others to greet Tross. A crackly and metallic female voice came out of her damaged helmet. "Sergeant Major Joen Tross. We thought you had died retrieving the Inquisitor's damned device", she says. "Well Kella, I am made of sterner stuff than that". "So you have it, then?". "Affirmative". "Excellent! Then this coffin of ours just turned into a mission. Alright, Jaegers, we are going home!", she says. The soldiers cheer and shout in support of the idea of getting back to Visigia. "We also have help, Sergeant. These Eldar here saved my life and have been escorting me to the shuttles", he says. "Eldar? Since when have Eldar done anything for us?". "Apparently since today. Do not worry, they will not double cross us". `

Kella activated their internal communication systems so that she could speak privately to Tross. "What, are you, stupid? They are undoubtedly going to betray us as soon as we are no longer useful towards them". "These ones are different, Sergeant. They saved my life". "Of course you would protect your assets. You need them alive and well. Look, sir, as soon as these Eldar get us to our shuttles I am going to gun the lot of them down. If you have any loyalty for the Emperor you will do the same". "...Right".

Tross turns around and looks at Li'sai. "Li'sai, these Jaegers are willing to help us", he says. "Very good. We must be quick, though, before the fallen humans follow us here", she says in return.

The path up to the roof was riddled with Genestealers. From the ducts, from the floor grating, from darkened hallways and holes in the paneling they came. Many bullets were fired and many Genestealers were slain. After all, Tyranid hunting was the reason the Visigian Jaegers were formed in the first place and this is something they are trained for. Still, they are simply mortal. By the time they reached the last floor before the roof the squad of Storm Troopers was narrowed down to around 5 men. Thankfully the Meltagunners and the Sergeant managed to live through it all. The room they had just entered is a massive cargo bay with huge boxes forming hallways, rooms and corridors. Thankfully the route to the stairs leading onto the landing pad itself was very short and obvious. Before the group continued the Visigian Jaegers, except Tross, pointed their weaponry at the Eldar. "That's far enough Xenos. I'm afraid that we Imperial citizens do not allow the alien to live even if they are helpful. So, either get on your knees and die with dignity or be gunned down like the animals you are", Kella says. Li'sai furrowed her brow in anger at this betrayal. How could she have trusted a human? They are all trea- "Wait. Sergeant Tross isn't aiming his rifle at us", she thought.

"Pick up your rifle, Sergeant Major, and execute these dogs", Sergeant Kella ordered. Before the man could do anything a massive hulking beast crashed through the boxes and onto Kella's squad. The Meltagunners began firing at the beast staying it from charging further. Kella herself was shot in the back by Li'sai while she had her head turned. "Let's go, Joen. Waiting for them will jeopardize the mission", Li'sai says with her hand on his shoulder. He nods. Tross feels even more guilty about betraying his own comrades. Imperial Space Marines are known to fire on their comrades for no reason and no one will miss an Inquisitor. But those were Visigian 98th. He personally knew about three of those he had just left to die.

Once on the rooftops the Eldar and their human companion make a beeline for the shuttles as if expecting the Tyrant to follow them. Something monstrous was indeed up there with them. Bio-titans. Two of them. How they remained hidden to the Eldar was uncertain but what is certain is that they are quite aware of their presence. The Bio-titans arouse from their rest and start charging the group. "Exarch... stay here with me. Autarch, you take the Sergeant and run for the shuttles. I will try to delay these horrors for as long as I can", the Farseer says. "Farseer, you are practically the leader of our Craftworld! Y-", she says. He would not have any of it. The Farseer began to channel a huge spell. No doubtedly pushing himself this far would cause his mind to become easy pickings for any daemons. But this was for his people.

Li'sai and Tross ran into the shuttle. Meanwhile, the Exarch began firing her Plasma Gun at the Bio-titan at the Farseer's silent order. She ran at the monster only to be impaled by it's massive legs. The Farseer nor she expected the attack to work. He only needed them to focus on her for a moment. Li'sai, having studied the path of the fighter pilot, is comfortable at the controls of a star craft. Eldar craft. Human craft were overly complex and full of unncessary steps to perform anything. She had no clue, once in the cockpit, how to activate the shuttle. Her perceptive gaze found a manual. Instead of the usual esoteric and pretentious rhetoric usually found in Adeptus Mechanicus script the previous crew found it expedient to replace all of that with simple diagrams. Undoubtedly a crime against the Imperium but no one reported it, most likely. Soon the craft's engines were warmed up.

The Farseer could feel his mind slipping. The claws of warp creatures, lustful for a chance to enter the materium, scratched at his brain. He paid them no mind. The Farseer unleashed a massively charged Eldritch Storm. Huge lightning bolts snapped at the Tyranid monstrosities begging them to approach. They backed away as the bolts did some damage to their limbs. Soon the shuttle was off and zooming out into space. The Farseer's mind was finally consumed by a horror of the warp a second after the shuttle took off. The Psyker storm subsided which prompted the Bio-titans to charge again. The Farseer's body began to rise and fill with Warp Power. Before the Daemon could realize his full power his vessel is destroyed banishing him back to the warp.

When the shuttle leaves the planet's atmosphere the Autarch takes a long, dispassionate look back at the planet. Sadness filled her at thought of one of her closest friends being slain by the Tyranids. She then felt joy at the success of the mission. Her Craftworld was saved. Many had died for it but countless more would live to see another day because of their sacrifice. So, her overall emotion was bittersweet. Li'sai also felt deep gratitude towards Sergeant Joen Tross for assisting her on this mission. He could have gunned her and her companions before the Tyrant came. Yet he was true to his word. And because of that she decided she was going to be true to her word. He had earned as much. So, the Autarch contacted her carrier ship to go pick the shuttle up, took her helmet off, called the human in and gave him the most passionate kiss muster. What happened after that couldn't be said for certain. Could have just been awkward silence until they were picked up. Or something.


Epilogue:

"The device you wanted as per your request, sir", Sergeant Tross says. Inquisitor Harland, a fat and balding man, looks up from his paper work. He raises an eyebrow and asks, "Excuse me? Have we met, Guardsman?", he asks. "Oh, my appologies. Sergeant Joen Tross, 98th Visigian reporting it. I have delivered the package as per your orders", Tross says. The Inquisitor smiles, "Very good! Very good indeed! Sit down, Joen, please", he says. Joen takes a seat in one of the large leather chairs just in front of Harland's desk. The Inquisitor gets up and walks over to his book shelf. He pulls a book out and, from a carved out hole, takes out a bottle of amasec. "Can't leave liquor around or else someone might steal it. Can't put cameras in here either or someone might spy on me", the Inquisitor says. He takes out two glasses and hands one to Tross. He pours both of them equal amounts of amasec. The Inquisitor sits back down at his desk and folds his hands together.

"Well, Sergeant, reviewing what footage my agents have recovered from the world I can see that, in following your orders, you have committed many grave heresies. Shooting an agent of the Emperor's Inquisition. Stealing the Emperor's water. Disobeying the Emperor's jaywalking laws. Consorting with Xenos in every sense of the term. Betraying fellow agents of the Imperium. I should have flogged, Sergeant! And drink, go ahead, it's not poisoned", he says. To prove it Harland takes a gulp of the drink. The Sergeant does the same after hesitating for a moment. "However, as you have stated in your account this was all in line with your orders. I did tell you to do whatever it took. And you did. So I cannot fault your for that. You will be returned to Visigia to form a new 98th regiment with you at it's head as a reward for good service. I will make sure the adepts see none of this, Joen", Harland says. Tross finishes the amasec before the Inquisitor finishes his speech. He stands up and says, "Thank you, sir". "No problem at all Colonel Tross. Now, be off. Your transport is waiting and I have some entertainment coming over", he says.

Once Colonel Tross was out the Inquisitor locked the door. He checked the entire room for any bugs and, finding none, sits back down at his desk. He opens the box and finds a tiny scroll with impossibly small runes etched onto it. "Finally... the STC that'll complete my device...", he says eying with a wide grin.

*Crazygit just stands on the ground, sporting a new backup headplate that a Painboy slammed onto him. But even with the new shiny bit, he still grumbles as the shuttle flies off.*
Gah, coulda used 'dat fer a jet. Zoggin' pointy-ears.

*And while he's grumbling, a Trukk followed by a Wagon rolls into the Space Port, packed full of Boyz and bits, ready to patch the place up with shacks, and fight off the bugs that appears from buildings they enter, keeping the Orks entertained for a good while as they keep making their camp.*

(Waiting for ThePowerfulWill's approval)

Descending from the sky, a bare metal crisis suit hovers above the ork camp, vox raised loud as to be hear over the rancorous green-skins.

"Orks... I come bearing an agreement... A trade... I understand your leader is a "Big Mek" I wish to speak with him... I bring three offerings... two starships.... one from this spaceport...and one from my personal fleet... Those are for your leader..."

His voice raises, in a manner far more befitting a warboss than a tau

"And for you? I offer you the greatest fight many of you will ever see! Twin beasts! the size of buildings! Join me and we will fight them together! With your strength you will give them the trashing of there lives! Now! Who is with me! WAAAAAGH!!!"

*Sirius looked up from his work, slinging lukas' badly damaged arm with metal 'cloth'*
*he grunts*
{Sirius} "sounds like orks."
{Avicus} "you don't say, I thaught it was the damned death corps."
*they all stop as the distinct sound of a star-ship taking off. their auspex appariently decided the noise was enemy fire, and increased the volume of the sound to bring it to their attention*
{Merric} "Avicus, get in the closest door to the stairwell, as soon as they open the door, bamn! bring them hell. I'll be in the closest to here, and as soon as i hear fighting, I'll jump out and take out anything that might be able to damage your armour. sirius, give me that axe, i prefer it over this"
*he drops the thunder hammer.*
{sirius} "hang on, il finish this bandage, then I'll be out."
*sirius' and lukas' armour hindered the process, but it was preferable to being hacked apart by green skins*
*the astartes all take position as they hear the green skins coming up the stair well.*

(they all turn and watch the distant speck of the shuttle)
{lorenzo}gak! that means we cant be the only ones on this emperor forsaken planet
{helios} "That may be true but judging by the fact that we haven't encountered any of them we should have a clear shot to the depot."
{jasper}"The 5th were tasked with securing the depot so they may have survived."
(the group move on)

*The Orks in the camp turns their attention to the Suit in the sky, save for those who's fighting some bugs. Some of them fires at him as he talks, but they're simply ineffective.
And the Orks cheers with the last bit the Tau says, but that cheer gets quieted quick, as Crazygit came out from his makeshift workshop, and fires a loud Mega Blasta shot at one of the bigger Orks, before he turns his attention to the Tau.*
WOT DO YA WANT, FISH-EAD!? AN' WHUT DA ZOG ARE YE TALKIN' ABOWT?!

*And while the few Orks brawled at the building, the rest of them arrives, with the Mekboy readying his Burna, as well as making six others of his Burna Boyz do so as well.*
Roight. Ye gitz, GIT in 'dere!
*And two Orks slams into the door, and breaks it down with the rest right behind them.*

The singular eye of the crisis suit stares down at crazygit, and the vox picks up again.

"The imperials are preparing to destroy this planet, I need to get off it and so do you. I'm asking you take me with you when you leave... But to pay for my ride, you can keep the ship in this port, as well as taking an imperial battleship my fleet captured a few months back... Those are for you... and for your men... I promise the greatest enemy they have ever seen! There are two bio-titans in the space port, and the smart teef are bet on there being a tyrant there too... I give you these things, when we get off world you let me return to my fleet, do we have a deal?

*Sirius purposefully knocks over an urn, to get the green-skins' attention.
Sure enoug they're heard coming up the stair well.*
*an ork opens the first door on the left.*
*Avicus waves a the irk, and then Sparta kicks the green-skin into the awaiting hoard. As the ork's mill around, Avicus enters their midst, a swirling fury of calws and fist.*
*merric shoulders down the door to his room, and immediately sights the mech, who has just come up the stairwell. A plasma bolt cuts through several other ork's to try and reach him.*
* Sirius taps lukas' shoulder as he finishes the las bandage, and then he too is in the swirling melee, whacking orks with the hammer so hard their heads are blown off.*
it is a slaughter, most of the ork's can't even hurt the terminators, and those who can are too busy tripping over their companions to do so.*

... Hmm... *Crazygit says as he scratches his metal jaw thoroughly, while the rest of the Orks either cheers, or grumbles.*
Well... oh alroight, ye got a deal! Wiv tha Space Ships, 'dat is. I dunno if 'dose toitans ar-
*But even before Crazygit's voice gets deafened by the rest of the Orks' enthusiasm to fight them.* Well alright, FOINE! GO GIT 'DEM TOITANS A TASTE O' WHO'S DA BESTEST 'ROUND, LADZ!
*And now every Ork and Dread stops what they're doing, and runs around in the camp, in an attempt to find the so-called Titans.* BUT A' STILL NEED LOTSA YE BACK IN DA CAMP, SO SUM O' YA FOLLOW 'DAT FISH-EAD IN THA SUIT, WHILE REST OF YA GO FOIGHT 'DEM BUGS IN CAMP!



*But nevertheless, they still rush at the Terminators, chopping with their Choppas and blasting away with their Shootas and Sluggas. But the Mekboy behind the boyz looks around in the building for something to use against them, as the rest of the Burna Boyz either blasts flames into the room, or tries to cut the Terminators.*

*Sirius picks an ork up by his ankles and chucks him at the burna boys.
A very enthusiastic ork finds out what happens when you try to shove your head into a plasma cannon barrel.
Avicus barrels down the hallway with his arm out stretched, cutting a quater of the remaining ork's down. An ork trying to get to lukas discovered a thunder hammer hitting the back of his skull, and a penned ork ran after Avicus trying to chop him with a massive rusted knife. Only a half dozen ork's were left, tough Avicus Gould hear another or two downstairs.*

*The Orks surely just keeps coming, but there's only about 10 left of them. And the Mekboy appears to have run off, perhaps to get help.
But nevertheless, the Orks keeps flooding in, with some picking up the dead Burna Boyz' weapons to use, which ends in worse ways than hoped.*

*Avicus blinks in amazement. Only two ork's, those that took up the flame throwers, are still alive. All of the other ork's have been killed by friendly fire. Literally.
Avicus puts a bolt through each of the remaining ork's skulls.*
{Avicus} "that was... Interesting."
{Sirius} "I could swear I heard something down stairs."
{merric} "only one way to find out."
*the four terminators, lukas having joined them, walk down the stairs, but find nothing in the foray.*
{merric} "we need to get to that last ship. But long range auspex is telling me that there's at Least a hundred ork's over there. And although we could probably win if they were all armed like those ones, I assume they'll have all kinds of weapons by now."
{Avicus} "why don't we give them your plasma cannon, it'll take a while, but I'm pretty sure they'll all end up dead."
{Sirius} " we've got more to worry about. Bio-titans. Two of them."
{merric} "how do you know that?"
*Sirius points into the distance.*
{Sirius} "because one of them is coming this way."
* a bio-Titan, a massive monster, followed by a gang of ork's, is racing towards them.*
*Avicus turns to merric*
{Avicus} " I blame you for this."

*Two days earlier*

"For the Emperor! For the glory of Sanguinius!", bellows a voice. The source of this loud and long winded battle cry is none other than the Blood Angels 5th Captain Fernod Lopez. Wearing golden power armor as traditional for Blood Angels this man is sticking his head out of the hatch of his Rhino. His rhino is but one of the many tanks in his army. Predators, Razorbacks, Vindicators and even Land Raiders carrying Terminators are all part of this strikeforce. Their objective is to wipe out a small Eldar task force before they can obtain an object of interest to the Inquisition. This object is the key to activating a weapon that will disrupt the connection to the overall Hive Mind. Even for beings like the dominatrix. Without it they would become naught more than wild beasts making them ripe for the pickings. Such a device could potentially save Baal from the Tyranid menace.

Yet, for one reason or another, these Eldar were going after it too despite not having much use for it. They knew this since their Scouts in the area reported the Eldar traveling on a Tollway right towards the Adeptus Mechanicus facility where it was being held. Storm Troopers are currently seizing the facility from a Genestealer infestation so they were in no position to defend. It was up for the scions of Sanguinius to be their saviors. So, an entire column of tanks had been placed by Thunderhawk Transporters to intercept the Eldar convoy. From the get go the Blood Angels already lost a Land Raider and a Thunderhawk Transporter as both were shot down in one hit from the Revenant titans. Several Rhinos were taken out and their occupants turned to ash by Fire Prism fire. The Predators were forced to pop their smoke launchers to stop themselves from being targeted.

The Vindicators, Razorbacks, Rhinos and Land Raiders charge towards the Eldar as they are meant to do. The Predators stay back and fire their impressive collection of Lascannons at the Eldar's vehicles. Opposing the Angels are several Wave Serpents, two Revenant Titans, at least three Fire Prisms and a lot of Jetbikes. Their vehicles are actually painted in a dark grey/light grey/white urban camouflage scheme as opposed to the usual garish colors typical of Eldar. Smart, the Blood Angels captain thought, But it will do them little good here.

"Autarch, the marines are closing in", a feminine voice says. Keeping space but behind the tanks is around 10 Jetbikes. Like the vehicles themselves it would seem their riders are also wearing camouflaged armor. The Eldar with the most ornate equipment rides in the rear of this formation being the overall commander. Her name is Li'sai. The dust of countless burned worlds grace her boots and her blade has tasted the blood of dozens of Astartes. She actually keeps count of how many Space Marines she has slain in her head. 63 exactly discounting any that her soldiers has slain. "Destroy them. Show them the utter stupidity of charging at an army equipped with ranged weaponry", the Autarch orders. The Exarch of the Jet Bike squadron relays her order to the rest of the army. The Eldar vehicles stopped, spread out and poured their fire on the Space Marine armored column.
The results are devastating to say the least. In one barrage alone the Astartes have lost their Land Raiders, Vindicators, Razorbacks and most of their Rhinos. Their occupants still live, though. They dismount their tanks and charge fowards towards. For the Emperor.

"Yet they still come. How typical of Astartes. Continue firing until they are dead", the Autarch says. She smirks underneath her helmet. "Are these truly the Emperor's finest? I have seen better stratagems coming from the Imperial Guard", she says.

Then, from behind, two Drop Pods land. And then another. And then another. Sternguard Veterans and Vanguard Veterans, with Jetpacks, pour out of them along with an Ironclad Dreadnought. Boltgun fire slays several Jetbike Riders before the Eldar can react. The Ironclad Dreadnought picks one up off his bike and crushes him in his mighty grip. The Autarch whips her bike around and fires at the Dreadnought with her fusion gun. It explodes in a shower of fire and sparks. "Fire Prisms, fire on the newly arrived Space Marines but do not turn your hull around", she orders, "Revenant Titans, fire on the Predators before we lose any tanks!". As almost to emphasize her point one of her Wave Serpents explodes just as spectacularly as the Dreadnought. The Revenants make short work of the Predators. They then resuming firing on the ever approaching wave of angry Blood Angels.


Captain Fernod Lopez is at the forefront of this angry wave. Everything was going according to plan. His army had no chance of defeating the Eldar task force. They simply didn't have the time, resources or any way to ambush them. Instead his hope was to delay them until the Storm Troopers escaped. But those damned Revenants. Even against his Terminators their weaponry killed without fail. Entire squads of Astartes evaporate in seconds with each barrage. Soon one hit Fernod. He was no more.

The Autarch heard the distinct screech of an Imperial Jetbike a few seconds before the Vanguard Veteran crashed into her bike. She was thrown off of it and, indeed, off of the Tollway entire. She fell right onto a car triggering it's alarm. The Autarch wasn't particularly hurt since it was a short fall. Then the Vanguard Veteran came careening down towards her in attempt to crush her with his very boots. With her fusion gun missing and with her army fighting off the Space Marines Li'sai had to rely on her abilities with her power sword. She rolled off of the car, landed on her feet, drew her power sword, waited for an opening with the Blood Angel and thrusted it into his gut. The power sword went through the ceramite plating like... well, like a Power Sword through ceramite. Space Marines were tougher than to die because of one blow. She knew this and so she retracted her blade before it could be knocked out her hands.

The Vanguard Veteran had his own power sword. Rather than waiting for an opening in Li'sai's guard instead he just chose to attack the Eldar like a wild beast. Well, he did show considerable skill with his sword but he just kept coming at her trying to outlast the Eldar rather than outfight. Unfortunately for him she had fought against the Space Marines before. Li'sai parries rather than dodges one blow and then, in one counter, destroys his four hearts. The Space Marine falls down flat on his back. 64. That is 64 she has slain now.

A Revenant Titan falls to the ground in a smoking heap. Vendetta Gunships arrive to assist the Space Marines as well as Avenger Strike Fighters. Crimson Hunters, in turn, quickly descend onto the Imperial craft and a dog fight breaks out. Li'sai walks along the Tollway looking for a way to climb up. Though the fall was short whoever designed this road clearly did not want anyone climbing onto it.

The four surviving Terminators ran at the Fire Prisms with their Thunder Hammers and Storm Shields. The Stormshields protected them from any damage the xeno vehicle may inflict on them. Once in contact they slammed their hammers repeatedly into the vehicle's armor. One of the Terminators swung his hammer at the glass canopy of the tank obliterating it's driver. Once that Fire Prism was out of commission they charged its sister which wasn't too fire away thanks to crowded nature of fighting on a tollway. It too suffered a similiar fate though this time the driver's blood spattered out of the glass and onto the Terminator's armor. In the distance around 5 Valkyries took off from the facility indicating the Storm Trooper's mission was a success. In turn two Thunderhawk gunships quickly arrived to evacuate the surviving Space Marines. They were fired on by the surviving Revenant severely damaging one. The Revenant in turn was destroyed by the Turbo-lasers of the Thunder Hawks. They took off just as a swarm of gargoyles descended from the sky. They attacked the Eldar, they brought down the Valkyries, they destroyed the survivors of the dog fight and they were quickly destroying the Space Marine's craft.

The craft took off towards the closest city in hopes that, after they crash land, they will receive help from the city's defenders. The ships crash at least a mile away from the town.

*Present day*

"We have been walking for days, Brother Sergeant, and yet to have seen a single soul", says a Terminator. The last survivors of the Blood Angels strike force wander the city in search of any other Imperial forces. "Patience Brother Klein. Patience. We will find someone here. Cities are always full of rats no matter how hard you try to get rid of them. At least without an orbital bombardment", the Sergeant says. The Terminator clad Space Marines are near the outskirts of the city and are heading inwards.

The man sat in a corner, in a building close to the spaceport. He had not eaten for days, and the last time he drank was... several days ago too, he reckoned. He couldn't quite tell the time from here. His voice rasped as he tried to protest to the giant shadow of a man that stood in a corner.

"My lord! I can be of use to you! Please, just he- *cough* help me."

"You are a manufactorum worker with absolutely no knowledge about the spaceport and its surroundings. You haven't eaten in days, and will soon die of dehydration. You are of absolutely no use to us."

The man whimpered as a gigantic gun was pressed against his head.

"Consider this a favor."

He knew he was dead. He couldn't quite accept it, but he was. Or would be soon enough.

"Before you do this, you.. you.. Who are you? Let me know the name of my killer before I die."

"My name is of no use to you. But very well. You are a lucky man, very lucky. I am granting you two favours now."

"I am Alpharius."

Before he could say anything, the man's head was blown to pieces as a bolt round detonated within, pieces of bone and brain spattering against the walls and the floor of the building, and against dark, blue armor with green trimming. 'Alpharius' walked out of the room, where the rest of his brothers were waiting for him.

"He knew nothing. Let us go, brothers. We have a planet to get off."

A distant bolter shot gives the Blood Angels pause in their otherwise constant march straight into the city. The Terminators watch their armor's sensors for any sound or any movement that might tip them off as to where that gunshot came from. "Well, it would appear that we aren't the only rats crawling around", one of them says. This individual is a man by the name of Calyso. Rather than the Thunder Hammer and Stormshield the rest are carrying he instead wields two Lightning Claws. "Who do you suppose it could be? I don't remember reading about any space marines being deployed in this particular city", another says. He is Battle Brother Klein. Ironically, he is a giant of a man standing at around 9 feet tall. "I do remember hearing that an Ultramarines Thunderhawk went down here. The vox comms made it clear that there was no known survivors of the crash", spoke a Terminator. He was none other than Brother Taris. An ordinary Blood Angel. As ordinary as one can get being a post-human super soldier wearing nearly indestructible powered armor. Finally, their Veteran Sergeant, a man named Selin, says, "There were some reports of Chaos Space Marines". "Hopefully we will not encounter any warp threats", Taris says, "Where are we going, anyway?". "We need to find a way to contact our Battle Barge if we can. If not we need to find a working craft to reunite with our chapter".

The Blood Angels continue on down the street and past the ruins of a Medicae center. They do not even see the slain pair of Ultramarines rotting within. The living Astartes are unaware of any other survivors due to their damaged communication systems. In addition their internal Auspexes are no longer functional due to the crash.

{merric} "give me all of your melta charges."
*Avicus hands over a melta-explosive charge, and Sirius hands him his combi-melta-charge, as well several melta-bombs he apparently found alon the way. Merric adds his own melta-bomb, as well several melta-charges. Together they have a substantial amount of explosives. The bio-Titan is slowly approaching, and Avicus begins nervously flicking the flat of his lightning claws.*
*merric walks calmly upstairs. He grabs a dead ork, and begins to load explosives into it's pockets, or else just sticking them on, like with the charges. Soon the ork is a flesh and bone bomb.*
*the Titan is getting closer now, it's giant chitin plates possible to hear as they crunched together. Merric picked up the ork, and spun around once, before releasing the ork. It sailed towards the bio-Titan, and Soon it disappeared down the creatures mouth.*
{Avicus} "you crazy bastard."
*the Titan roared, it was close now. Very close.
Merric detonated the bomb.
The bio-titans head suddenly exploded, and toxic green blood flooded everywhere. The body was scraping along the ground, dead. It finally stopped before merric's feet.*
{Avicus} "you crazy bastard."

{Jasper over vox} "depot sighted! you won't beleive this sir but I ran into a guard gun crew they explained that their is a genestealer infestation inside the depot"
{Helios into vox} "I know they just killed lorenzo I couldn't even harvest his gene seed what a waste the genestealer ripped right through them"
{Jasper} "The only veichles in good condition are a hydra flak tank and a taurox prime"
(The city is rocked by an explosion)
{Helios} "We move now get the crews into the tanks lets move on the starport(jumps up on the hydra)"
{guardsmen} "Thank you my lord you have saved us"

(the tanks roll off in the direction of the starport guns trained on the road ahead

*the discovery of Sirius has been good for Merric, finding another member of his guard alive steeled his resolve.*
*the great body of the bio-titan was a monument to the common way of killing tyranids. cut off the head and the body shall wither.*
*the four terminators stand on the opposite side of the dead creature to which they started, through the ruinous path left by the monstrous creature they have a clear view of the space port. their auspex-enhanced vision allows them to just make out the forms of orks milling about, apparently searching for something.*
* a few minutes of walking later, Avicus starts talking*
{Avicus} "are we there yet?'
{merric} "no."
Avicus} "are we there yet?'
{merric} "no."
Avicus} "are we there yet?'
{merric} "no."
Avicus} "are we there yet?'
{merric} "yes."
*the space port's outer wall stretches to either side before them. merric begins using the axe to hack it apart, before stepping aside to let Sirius whack it a few times with the thunder hammer. eventually they make an opening large enough for them all to fit through. they climb through, and all four of them immediately freese.*
*they are in the inside layer of the wall, and, all around them, genestealers sleep. at least a dozen.*
*avicus points at Merric.* the meaning is clear. I blame you for this.

The Blood Angels are getting quite close to the Space Port. They are now on the streets where the Ultramarines had perished. When the Astartes come across their fallen brethren they pause in their stride to give a silent prayer to them. Without a word regarding their deaths the Angels continue on towards the main structure in the middle of the city. It is then that they notice a group of Terminators breaking into the building itself. Selin and his squad run up towards the Hounds of Loken. Once they reach them Selin takes his helmet off to introduce himself. "Greetings, Battle Brother. I am Veteran Sergeant Selin of the Blood Angels. It's good to see other Astartes still alive on this Emperor forsaken planet", he says bowing slightly.

Blood angels. Blood angels had always been friends with the hounds, perhaps on some instinctive level, the two chapters knew of each others burdanous flaw. The death company of the blood angels, and the afflicted of the hounds of loken.
*Merric turned from his work, and bowed slightly*
{Merric} "Brothers, it is good to see you. we were not aware of any other loyallists on the surface."
{Avicus} " Oh great, do any of your captains need a new bodyguard? I really am fed up of this guy getting building thrown on me."
{Merric} "not the time. Blood angels, we n eed to get in here and get out of this world, an exterminates has been ordered, and there is only one remaining space-craft."

Selis looks up at the top of the building. "What enemies shall we expect on the way up there? I presume Tyranids or, Emperor forbid, Eldar", he asks looking back down at Merric.

{Merric} "tyranids, yes. There are also a large amount of orks in the compound section. There are no more eldar on this planet."
*merric points toward the wall*
"that, my friends, oPens into the compound. We get trough this wall, go through the mazes of storage crates and derelicts, and ork barricades, find entrance to the main building, an and then at the top is a small shuttle, slightly larger than a storm-bird."

The Terminator Sergeant peers into the room. "It would seem that the sons of Sanguinius are fighting against Tyranids while wearing Terminator armor yet again. On your lead, Brother", Sellis says.

Alpharius looked through the scope of his Stalker-pattern bolter, studying the spaceport, before lowering the weapon, and turning towards his brothers, who were doing the same. They knew what he knew, but nevertheless, he told them what they had just seen, over the encrypted vox network.

"The Blood Angels and Hounds of Loken have rallied. I recall both have more than pieces of knowledge of our existence. I also recall that these Hounds of Loken are all... scholars on the subject of traitor iconography, and I think they will see us as just that. So, we better hurry. Move."

As one, the Reconnaissance squad jumped down the building they had sat atop of, and hit the ground with less noise than one could normally expect of a suit of power armor falling through the air, and landing on concrete. Running, they moved out towards the spaceport, bolters held ready, while their camo cloaks made sure of an unexpected arrival.

*merric busted through the last layer of wall, and stepped out into the compound. a literal mase of huge steel containers spread in every direction, and in the distance merric could see the tower of the space port building.*
{avicus} "well then, let's go"
*he took the lead, and the terminators began to move literrally through the mase, ignoring obstructions and walking straight through containers and crates. they would reach the building in minutes, unless the titan that still dwelt here found them. or the orks that were chasing after it.*

Veteran Sergeant Selin and his men follow the the Hounds of Loken into the space port. "By any chance, are there still any Chaos Marines that draw breath? We saw dead Iron Warriors and Ultramarines on the way here", the Sergeant asks. Klein's vision suddenly starts to cut out. He taps the side of his helmet trying to get his display to work properly. "Sergeant, my helmet is shorting out. What should I do?", he asks. "Take the helmet off for now. We need ourselves on our Guard should any Tyranids have survived", the Sergeant says. The Terminator nods and removes his helmet. Klein is the picture of the ideal Blood Angel. Dashing good looks, locks of blond hair neatly kept and bright blue eyes. If it weren't for the many disfiguring scars one could mistake him for a sculpture.

The blonde angels and hounds of loken were both handsome, as were most space marines. Where the blonde angels blue eyes were stormy and kind, the hounds' were bright and piercing. Where the blood angels' hair was perfect blonde, the hounds' was jet black.
* Merric whacked a straggling hormagunt out of his way, sending it sprawling. Avicus then stomped on it. The group was getting close to the space port centre now.*

The Sergeant asks nothing else after hearing silence from the Hounds of Loken. One of the Angel's Terminators, Taris, looks behind them to see if they have anyone following them. Having seen nothing the Astartes turns back around.

*merric Is shaken from his chain of thought by the sergeant's question*
{merric} "sorry. We dont think there are. We killed two and another two fled, but there was also another group of plague marines, who have apparently dissappeared."

"Plague Marines? Laying low? I have seen it before but it doesn't seem typical of them. Well, so long as they do not find a way off world they will soon find themselves crushed under the boot of the Imperial Navy", Selin says. Taris adds, "Or they'll ambush us and they'll find themselves under our own boot heels". "Or that. Either way, those heretics will find their absolution in fire", the Sergeant says.

'Surprise...'

Like a weeping tear in the fabric of space, a psychadelically whirlstorm the size of a Chimera appears right out of nowhere. More a hole in reality than an actual portal, the weeping warpgate rips through the fragile Realspace with impunity, a malevolent will driving it into being as a spear is driven through flesh. Twisting and coiling as if tortured, the Warp Rift spews out daemonic ichor and horrible, unreal creatures, their flickering forms stumbling forward with a relentless gait. So foul are the creatures that any lesser man would have been driven mad at their appearance, for it defies all sanity. With a malefic unity of purpose, the creatures pour out of the rift and fixate their bulbous, fetid eyes on the loyalist Space Marines. No words exit their mouths, just a monotonous, constant droning. Something about those creatures seems so very wrong- as if they are not truly there- for whatever they are, they are not of this world. Up above on a low roof, Plague Champion Karnus simply lifts his hand and points at the Loyalists. Instantly the fell manifestations begin approaching the Space Marines, while a storm of Bolter fire roars from the Plague Marines' weapons...

Some time earlier

'And you are certain this will work, Plague Champion?...'

'Do not doubt the Grandfather, Marus... Sharikh was assured that this point had the weakest barrier between Warpspace and realspace...'

The Plague Marines toil heavily, the corrupted Astartes dragging bundles of corpses onto a stone platform. The platform, seemingly once part of a nobility house's floor, had been dragged out of a nearby building and used to build a makeshift altar.Karnus himself is not doing so, instead he is cutting ornate runes into the platform with his Power Sword, each rune glowing a sickly green the moment he finishes it. Tyranids, humans, even an Ork or two, all are piled onto the makeshift altar.

As the pile has reached two Marines' height, Karnus and the others kneel before it in a Nurgle symbol. The ritual begins.

Selin powers up his Thunder Hammer and raises his Storm Shield as the Daemons approach. Though the lone sight of the Daemons clawed at the very foundations of his psyche he was a Space Marine. Their minds are a fortress of ignorance, blind faith and overconfidence. He turns to the Hounds of Loken and says, "You deal with the Traitor Astartes. We will deal with these horrors of the warp". The Sergeant turns around and charges at the Daemons. His soldiers followed him without hesitation. Once they meet the Daemons Sellin raises his Thunderhammer and brings it down on the Daemon's head. Taris raises his shield and holds his Thunder Hammer at the ready to strike at the Daemons. Klein follows the Sergeant's lead but swings his Thunder Hammer from the side at the closest Daemon.

When struck, the hideous monsters flicker heavily but they do not vanish. Indeed, despite the terrible blows dealt to them, their unnatural essences are strong this close to the source and they simply shrug off the attacks, swinging their foul, rotten blades at the Space Marines as dozens more of their kind march out of the Warp Rift. Meanwhile the Glacier Serpents continue to fire, taking time to place accurate bolter shots, aiming to fire at the heads of any unhelmeted Space Marines and trying to hit the joints of the others.

*Merric, being a hound of loken, has studied all forms of warp daemon. He is familiar with plague bearers, and shouts to the blood angles*
{Merric} "the head! take off the head and the body will die!"
*Avicus howls through his ruined face, and charges forward, his arms inward to save his elbow soft armour of any incoming shots from th plague marines. Avicus ramms past a grinning monster, which spills filth all over the ground. And then he is upon the glacier serpents. lukas is with him, storm shield held by his ruined arm, stormbolter bucking as he fires on his other wrist.
Sirius' thunder hammer smases through a plaguebearer's head, crushing it's single eye and 'killing' it.Sirius turns and follows his brothers, thunder hammer forward to strike into the enemy, a pair of bolts flying from his wrist mounted stormbolter.*
*Merric cuts a plague bearer in half with his power axe, by no means killing it, but gaining him line of sight on the traitors behind. three massive balls of plasma fly toward the furthest serpent, the socerer-lord. and then, as was always inevitable, the plsma cannon malfunctioned. with a thundering BOOM the plasma cannon evaporates, melting the outer layor of armour on merric's arm and leaving the cannon a red-hot husk that merric flings at the closest plague bearer, melting through it's rotted flesh.*

Alas, Brother Wilbur Klein. Though he was a great warrior he had the misfortune of a malfunctioning helmet. Though the refractor field provided by the suit's generator saved him from some of the bolts one punched straight the the field and right through his skull. The red armored super soldier falls to the ground with half of his head missing. "Klein is down", Selin says with no apparent grief for his fallen comrade, "We need to retreat. We will be chopped to pieces in the face of this assault". The two Terminators hold up their shields to protect them from any oncoming attacks. However, Brother Calyso is not amongst them. The Terminator is nowhere to be seen, in fact. At least not amongst the loyalists.

Battle Brother Calyso is now on the second floor of the Space Port. The post-human cyborg goes over to a window, takes a communicator from his belt and opens a frequency only known to a select few. He states, in a unrecognizable voice, "This is Operative number Seven-three-two-one-eight-zero-zero. I am in position to eliminate the loyalist Astartes but my mission has been jeopardized by a hostile Chaos Space Marine warband. I am requesting a melta charge to be dropped off on the roof of the Space Port in the city where my signal is originating from".

The Plaguebearers are 'killed' by the experienced Hounds of Loken... A few of them, at least. For the more they kill, the more Plaguebearers exit the Warp Rift, the hungering maw to the realm beyond being fed by the bloodshed, death and furious emotion of those nearby.

The Plague Marines, in turn, spot the incoming Sons of Loken and immediately deploy appropriate tactics, millennia of warfare not having dulled their reactions.

Karnus has plenty of experience of Plasma weapons. But being trapped between a wall and incoming Plasma bolts sailing through the sky like morbidly slow water globules only leaves him one option. He sprints forward, drawing his Plague-infected Power Sword as he does so, heading straight for Avicus while the Plasma hits the ground behind him.

The rest of his squad target Lukas. Intent on not letting the Terminator close in, they focus fire on any vulnerabilities they spot, hurl Krak grenades and prepare to evade should he make it through unscathed.

As one, the Plague Marines think that it probably would have been a good idea to save the Micro-Vortex Grenades...

*Avicus hurls forth a string if insults and obscenities.
Lukas' storm shield is nigh impossible to damage, krak grenade blast bounces harmlessly, bolts ricochet in to the surrounding grOund.
Sirius smashed his thunder-hammer into another plague bearer, intent on delaying them long enough for Merric and the others to kill the glacier serpents.
Merric launches himself toward the two plague marines huddled behind the rubbles, knowing that Avicus will easily dispatch the champion.*

"Plague Marines and Daemons."
The Alpha Legionnaires looked at the ensuing battle between the Glacier Serpents, Hounds of Loken, Blood Angels and the Plague Bearers, stalker bolters at the ready to open fire - on the loyalists. The Scions of Nurgle could, despite their absolutely disgusting appearances, be very useful still. The Loyalists retreated, but before Alpharius could give the order to open fire, he noticed an encrypted signal being broadcasted. Legion encryption. He opened the channel, and found himself listening to an operative near the space port, in position to destroy the Loyalists.
"Operative Seven-three-two-one-eight-zero-zero," he began, "your call has been noted. Stay put. Within three minutes your requested melta charge will be delivered, and you will be able to continue on your mission. The Loyalists are retreating before the Daemons as we speak. We shall inform you once the equipment has been delivered."
Alpharius closed the link, and turned to brother Efrett, ordering him to deliver several melta charges at a certain location. He sent the Legionnaire the exact coordinates of the signal broadcast, and Efrett vanished through the rubble, heading towards the Spaceport to deliver the melta charges.

In a disturbing echo of the chase earlier, the sluggish-looking Plague Marines are still faster than their more heavily armoured enemies. The squad draw chainswords and pistols, prioritising defense as they know the the seemingly unending tide of Daemons will overwhelm the loyalists sooner or later. Time is on their side. Meanwhile, Karnus charges Avicus as a disgusting praise to Nurgle escapes his ruined jaw. As soon as he enters range he makes a series of rapid sweeps and cuts with the Nurgle-blessed power sword, taking pot shots with his Plasma Pistol when he gets the opening.

"Acknowledged. I will rejoin the loyalists and accompany them to the roof. Agent Seven-three-two-one-eight-zero-zero out", Calyso says. He puts the communicator back in his pouches, activates his lightning claws and runs back downstairs to help his "comrades". He is interrupted by the sight of his squad mates backing up the stairs with their shields facing towards the fight. "What of the Hounds of Loken?", Taris asks. "We informed them that we should retreat. If they refuse than so be it", Selin says. The three Terminators turn around and start off towards the next flight of steps. "We abandoned our brothers. We are cowards", Calyso says after a long period of silence. The other Blood Angels do not disagree with the man. He is putting to words what was on their minds the whole time. "We are not cowards, Brother. It is the mark of a true warrior to know when a position should be abandoned for a more tenable one", Selin says.

With the Blood Angels gone, the Hounds of Loken are now trapped between the swarming horde of Plaguebearers and the resolute barrier that is the Plague Marines...

'Efrett' moved quickly, running towards the space port, ducking from cover to cover to remain unseen. He climbed the walls of the massive building, and when he reached the floor the signal had been coming from, he seqrched for the room where the Operative had been before. He placed the meltacharges on the ground in a plain metal box, before leaving again to rejoin his brothers, who had moved down to the ground near the Space Port's entrance.

{Avicus} “Ha. Lightning claws are REAL power weapons, now stay still and let me cut you to pieces!”
*he wretched his arm in spastic circles, blocking the faster warrior’s attacks.*
*Sirius groaned as the literal weight of all the plague bearers began to weigh him down as they covered him in a thick tide, and lukas was using his stormbolter to try and disable legs and or headshots. Merric used his power axe to cut a half-dozen plague bearers in half, and glimpsed the blood angels retreating into the stairs.*
{merric} “The stairs! Get to the stairs!”
*the four terminators, moving slowely due to individual reasons, begin to back up toward the stairs entering the main building.*

Selin and Taris turn around after hearing the Sons of Loken retreating up the stairs. "Now is the time for our redemption, Battle Brothers. Let it never be said that the Blood Angels abandon their comrades!", the Sergeant says. The two Terminators charge into the fray as fast as their massive suits of armor allow for which isn't very fast at all. Taking advantage of yet another distraction Calyso departs from his squad and does to search for the Melta charges he requested. He quickly finds the plain box that had just been placed. As the Terminators charge Calyso calmly walks over to the weapons cache.

As the Terminators foolishly turn their backs on the Glacier Serpents, the Plague Marines immediately raise their boltguns and concentrate fire on the vents on the back of the otherwise seemingly impenetrable plating.

Selin and Taris jump off of the platform besides the staircase and get in between the retreating Hounds of Loken and the Plague Marines. "So, you wish to fight for your gods? Earn favor with the Lords of Chaos? How about I send you back to them so that you may gain favor with them in person?", Selin asks. He charges at the Plague Marines with his Storm Shield at the ready. Taris is right behind Selin with his shield up as well.

Calyso collects the melta bombs. A devious plan forms in the heretic's mind about how to destroy the loyalists. He primes one of the Melta Bombs and places it on his belt. He then seemingly charges to join his brethren.

'Brothers, full evasion tactics... Disruption pattern Beta 27...'

Karnus roars to his brethren and the Plague Marines scatter. Ignoring the Storm Shields, they run in different directions.

As the loyalists close in, each one activates a remote detonator, triggering Krak grenades dropped in the rubble at the start of the fight, the grenades exploding as the Terminators are passing over them, imploding the rubble beneath them and causing it to shatter.

The Terminators fall down through the hole created in the stairs. They land on the first floor on their feet thanks to their improved reaction times as Astartes. The impact leaves a noticeable dent in the floor plating and breaks a few pipes. The Blood Angels do not charge straight at the Plague Marines, though. Instead they smash through the wall and leave the Space Port proper and charge down the adjacent hallway towards the front of the building.

*as Avicus is about to charge after the blood angels, merric grabs his shoulder*
{merric} "NO! we go up! Get to the ship, if they survive, then they will meet us there!"
*the four terminators turn and charge straight up the stairs, a few bolts following them before they dissapear behind a turn.*

Brother Sergeant Selin's plan of flanking the Plague Marines may have worked under certain circumstances. Had the Hounds of Loken charged instead of ran they could've possibly put pressure on the Traitors on two different sides creating confusion. However, with the Hounds of Loken gone they are instead charging into a mass of pustulent flesh and corroded equipment. The Blood Angels may be well armed and equipped but they lack the numbers to deal with this threat easily. Then again, when do the proud elite of the Adeptus Astartes ever have it easy?

The two heavily armored giants burst through another wall in the space port not too far from the entrance. Once more they have their Storm Shields raised at the ready to take anything the Plague Marines might throw at them. They slowly walk through the hole they created and cry out their individual challenges to the traitor astartes. .

Meanwhile, Veteran Battle Brother Calyso watches the Hounds of Loken retreat from the fight. He is now right next to the stair case giving him a good chance to throw the Melta Bombs onto the Hounds which he takes advantage of. In these close quarters it would be difficult for them to miss.

(The taurox and hydra pull up alongside the space port the just in time to here the sounds of krak grenades going off inside.)
{Helios} "Damn The battles begun"
{Jasper} "time we joined the fray"
{helios}(shouting cammands to the guardsmen to aim the taurox battle cannon at the wall of the spaceport) For Leandros!
{Jasper} (changes to a bolter and repeats the cry as the cannon blasts a hole large enough for the hydra to fit through)
the tanks roll into the facility the hydra dropping its gun and sliding in after the taurox

*Merric had just sheathed his power axe to allow faster running when a Melta bomb landed in his hand. An old terran expression came to mind. Hot potato. He threw it, as hard and fast as he could, over his shoulder, and it flew past his brothers' heads, exploding in mid-air, and melting the very outer layer of Avicus' armour.*
*Merric looked upwards, and caught a glimpse of red. why had the blood angel dropped a bomb on them? his mind raced, symbols and information racing through his brain. Sirius figured it out a second before he did thoe.*
{Sirius} "ALPHA LEGION!"

*Merric barrelled up the stairs, the blood angels were dead, he was sure of it. As he reached the traitor, he grabbed and hauled, throwing the treacherous blood angel/alpha legionnaire down the metal stairs. Lukas, Avicus, and sirius followed him. Merric passed up and up, up and up, until finally he shoulder barged through a door, and was standing on the space port roof. The shuttle, the size of a storm raven, sat squatly on a slightly raised platform. He sprinted to it, any followers had not yet reached the roof. Merric tapped the activation rune for the ramp, and it slid down. The terminators sprinted into the shuttle, and while sirius sprinted to the cockpit, Merric punched the ramp rune to shut it. Avicus stood at ready, waiting to see if anything would tr to ply the door ramp down.*
{Sirius} "Got it! Engine full capacity in 35 seconds!  
Navigation set to the tribute, weapons count, forward mounted heavy bolters, fighter level las-mountings under the wings."
{Merric} "Sirius, get us the feth out of here."