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It is the dawning of the 41st Millenium. The Forge World of Alustdor is preparing for war. The king has ordered the forces of the Imperial Guard to defend the vital planet from the forces of Chaos Undivided. The volcanic ash-wastes have been occupied, the walls have been garrisoned. Every soldier has been armed and trained. The regiments of Alustdor are prepared to fight to the last.

The 13th regiment specializes in urban combat. They have an extraordinary affinity with flamer and melta weaponry, and have been known to arm entire squadrons with specialized flamer weapons. They boast the largest group of Hellhounds in the Alustdor army.

Atris was in the war room of the bastion, sat next to Tarkus. A green map flickered, floating above the steel table.

"Cerberus, you are going to be deployed on the eastern ridge."

The map enlarged, zooming in on a cliff.

"Once there, you will destroy their comms relay, leaving them aimless."

"It shall be done, my lord."

Her fist pounded her Carapace Armour chestplate. She took hold of a Meltagun and headed to the aircraft hangar. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders. The sergeant began ordering her squadron into their Vendetta. She took a seat in the aircraft, and briefed Cerberus Squadron.

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Atris walked out of the Vendetta to wish Tarkus luck.

"Good luck, sergeant. May the Emperor protect you."

He gave her a small salute. The engines of the Vendetta began to scream as take off prep sequences began. Atris scrambled back in. The task ahead was going to require her utmost determination.

The pilots flicked switches and pulled switches. The gunship began to rise, and shot out like a comet, the guardsmen inside being pushed into the cracked leather seats.

"We have liftoff, Cerberus. Approaching destination at 138 miles per hour and rising. Insertion predicted in 13 minutes."

The sergeant looked upon the gleaming spires of the manufactorums through the vision ports, the brass gleaming in the sunlight.

"Soldiers, we are fighting for our families, our friends and our leaders. Be prepared. If we die, we do not die in vain. You must be prepared to lay down your life for this, or we're all dead."

The troops nodded. They began to pray.

"160 miles per hour and rising. Insertion predicted in 10 minutes."

The surface of Forge world Alustdor was being churned under the spiked treads of an armoured column. Heretics, mutants and other unholy warp scum rode their vehicals across the wasteland towards the hab blocks- a rich resource of prey to sacrifice and enslave. Tanks rumbled to full speed, their hulls adorned with skulls and tanned skin.

The main body consisted of Traitor guard, only known as the Great Horde which had already destroyed a Hive planet in the system. Refugees told horror stories of their brutal campaign across their home forcing them to flee in merchant ships. Now they threatened a forge world, an asset holding too high a value be thrown away like Hive Astrata. Their death machines would be halted. An invisible line had already been drawn by high command. A line in sand that ran along the middle of Steeler's Wasteland. A battlefield that would prevent the fighting from damaging the factory lines that kept whole armies supplied throughout the Imperium.

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Black eyes looked to the sky, long tounges whipping about salivating dried lips and curved fangs. A whislte could be heard but the offending object not seen. A black puff of smoke filled the air above them. Then came the roar of the explosion.

Within a split second the air was filled with molten copper, having been ejected from the airburst bomb dropped from high above. More followed and soon the sky was filled explosions followed by a molten rain that sped out of their shells. Infantry riding ontop of the tanks were shredded, their remains dribbling down the steel mounts. The molten shrapnel known as "skeets" punched through the armour destroying engines and knocking out crews.

The whole advance had been halted. The grunts too scared to come out of hiding underneath the tanks. More shells bursted overhead, shattering the baked ground of the desert. The next down pour was made of men. hardened troops that deployed from the sky. Dropships began opening their sidedoors and depositing an even deadlier payload.

Captain Aubrey was the first to step off. Along with Sabre One and Two. The ships screamed off providing cover fire with their multi-lasers as they left. They had established a beachhead of sorts, a Command point already being set up while the infantry advanced into the open. Luckily most of the enemy armour had been decommisioned leaving Aubrey's troops to mop up the cowering survivors.

"Destination within 2 miles. Slowing."

The Vendetta began to slow down. The soldiers placed on their Grav-Chutes and prepped their Meltaguns. They were clad in Carapace Armour, the dull black and grey providing the perfect camoflague in the ash wastes.

"Descending. Prepare for Insertion. May the Emperor be with you."

The squadron leaped and began to fall to the earth. Atris started to bellow orders.

"On me, soldiers! Show me what you're made of!"

The guardsmen landed softly on the ground. A group of Cultists had gathered about the beacon, setting up emplacements.

"Fire on my target!"

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As the cultists began to let their weaponry loose, the soldiers began to advance. 2 were shot down almost immediately, caught by a heavy bolter. They had not died in vain, as moments afterwards the crew were torn to shreds by a frag grenade.

"CHARGE!"

Each soldier brandished an ornamental blade, each one unique. They leaped over the barricades that they were taking cover in, melta charges vaporizing cultists and weaponry. The cultists were swept away with relative ease, but a single figure remained. It was clad in thick armour, laced with heretical icons. It was over 7 feet tall.

"CHAOS MARINE! FIRE ALL WEAPONS!"

The heated beams blasted against the thick armour, but to no avail. The marine tore at the guardsmen with his chainsword, killing one in a hail of gore and bone.

"STAND AND FIRE!"

Atris charged at him with her ornate sabre, the surface laced with neuroshredder wires. Her blade began to cut into the armour of the marine, who in return began slashing at her with the whirring teeth of his blade. They were locked in a duel of equal sides, the sergeant's agility making up for her lack of strength compared to the traitor Astartes. The guardsmen began to move forwards with their melta weapons to destroy the messager beacon.

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Atris found herself being given no quarter. However, if there was one thing she learned in her troubled youth it was to fight dirty.

She took one final dive before taking a leap to the right. The marine swung again, but the sergeant had jumped back to the left as quickly as she had left. She flipped backwards as the sundering chainsword lunged towards her again, whirring inches from her previous position. She took one final dodge to the left of the marine before stabbing. The marine collapsed in pain, the neuroshredder wires destroying every nerve in his leg. Atris took out her meltagun. The marine barked.

"NO! I CANNOT FALL TO YOU!"

Her face was unflinching. She discharged the entirety of her remaining melta cartridge into the traitor's face. Shrieks of pain were quickly silenced. The air was filled with the scent of burning flesh. All that remained of his face was a black char.

Cerberus Squadron quickly incapacitated the beacon.

"Knight of Mars, this is Sergeant Atris. The beacon has been destroyed. Requesting immediate evac."

The Vendetta Gunship came down onto the ash plain.

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Cerberus Squadron were mounted in the Vendetta Gunship. The mission was successful, but they had lost 3 brothers-in-arms during it. They prayed for them.

"We are approaching HQ, I repeat, we are on approach to HQ. Slowing down."

The soldiers' heads rose. Atris knew each fighter in her command personally; each warrior who had died scarred her already bloodied memory. This war had claimed most of her original squad, leaving new inexperienced children in their place. Many had come from the noble families, being placed in the most venerable squadrons for their bloodline, not for quality. Atris despised them.

"HQ within 1.5 miles. Initiating docking procedures."

A great roar filled the air. Smoke rose from behind them as one of the few sanctuaries was obliterated by a salvo of Earthshaker shells. All that the Sergeant had ever known was war.

"Docking now. Prepare to exit."

The remenants of Cerberus Squadron filtered out of the aircraft. Tarkus and his squad had already returned in the Vulture. The two squads began to merge in conversation, boasting about their kills and talking about their hopes and dreams.

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I'll be damned if I let them call me a coward Sam thought as he looked at the contraption he was meant to be riding down in.
"Arent these things deadly to mortals?" He asked Brother Nero, the Companies best Techmarine.
"Usually, but the Old Man had me make this one special for ya. You'll be fine, I promise." Nero replied.
"I'll miss you blonde bastards, where is he by the way?" Sam asked, referring to his friend Dante.
"He is the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, he has duties besides you." Nero said with a chuckle.
"NERO!" A voice boomed through the Drop Pod bay.
"gak." Nero said just in time for a golden armored goliath to burst into the room and jump down to the bay floor.
"You think my duties take precedence over the man that has saved my life more than once?" Dante asked.
"Oh let him be, now as for my goodbye, I'm expecting one hell of a fruit basket." Sam said.
"I'll put it in with the Administratum. Now get the hell down there, we have to get to Baal." Dante said, even through the Death Mask Sam could see the sad smile he wore.
"No chick-flick moments bro." Sam said and put out a hand. Dante took it and gave a slight squeeze. Sam tried to avoid wincing.
"Get out of here you ass." Dante said with a laugh and picked Sam up, placing him in the Pod.
"I'll kill for you buddy." Sam said and flashed Exodus.
"You damn well better." Dante said and slammed the activation button. Sam could feel his body straining against the G-Forces, but he survived well enough. He stood, towering over the rest as per usual, in an HQ. Proud banners displaying the heraldry of the Iron Serpents were waving everywhere. He made for the High Command building.

Lynessa was brought here under a new contract she was to dig in and provide a steady dropzone for the main force to come in. Her heavy weapon teams where spread out in a steady line she had her command squad also spread out providing scouting and some reports.
She was walking through the tents as a slaaneshi cultist began running up to her screaming and almost on all fours trying to attack her. With a simple shot from her bolt pistol his head exploded and she walked past his decapitated body. She arrived at the las cannon position they had been deployed in a tower to make use of their long range. She was awaiting some real orders while waiting for either an attack on the still very undefended camp or orders to attack some refinery or sacrifice some useless civilians.
She looked towards the desolate wasteland when she saw a small column approaching, it looked like a recon group consisting out of 3 maybe 4 salamanders. She targeted the leading 2 and had the lascannons snipe them. 1 of them exploded and the other one got derailed and slammed into another salamander. The last one was eaten up by autocannon fire.
She was still worried about the current situation along with the damned fact that those nurgle cultists kept sacrificing their slaves which gave of such a horrendous odor.
She walked towards her tent preparing a sacrifice for tzeentch so she could guide her men through the coming conflict on her home soil.
She dragged out a male sacrifice. He looked around 35 years old but what did it matter.
She began drawing a mark of tzeentch on his belly. Multicolored fires began springing up everywhere as his body was being consumed by the flames she began chanting a ancient song in honor of tzeentch so that his blessing would come upon her.
In the sandbags the banner of tzeentch began lighting up and through the eye a bolt of change hit another one of the recon parties to the south consuming a salamander.

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Things had taken a turn for the worse. The advance party of armor had been stopped, but it had delayed the loyalists long enough. Droppods and troop transports had already begun disgorging thousands of troops. The Imperialist forces were forced to dig in or be overwhelmed.

Captain Aubrey was confident in his men though. They were like steel forged from the production lines of their homeworld. Hardened by the extreme weather, brutalised by gangs then all they needed was a lasgun and some flak armour. Still they had been running live fire drills and were more than satisfactory with the bayonet. Yes, they were fresh to modern war, but fighting mutants and criminal warlords had given them a taste.

He wheezed a little as he climbed the hard rock, wanting to get a better overview of his defences and the enemy. In no way was he unfit, he had trained ruthlessly conditioning himself, but his damn lung still liked to give him trouble. The hot desert sun wasn't helping either, making the respirator feel like it was hot wax against his face. He had kept his trench coat, though his men wore light tanned uniforms, sleeves rolled up and helmets discarded for caps and long brims.

He had reached the lip of the embankment. His own "line in the sand" per se was going ahead nicely. Even though the hard baked surface offfered resistence to their picks and entrenching tools. So far a number of slit trenches ran from his far left all the way into the horizon on his right. His company, sabre two held the left flank while sabre one and a number of support units covered the rest of the line. Else where their special forces were causing havoc amongst the enemy, disabling the traitors in any way possible.

Mortars hidden in the embankment behind him were already unleashing hell into the massed rally point of the foul horde. His command point was also hidden behind the embankment, camo nets and the dry local foliage concealing it. A number of dug outs were cut into the side, giving the men from the trenches someplace cool to rest and live away from the relentless sun. In front and on top of the embankment lay a number of direct fire weapons, a mix of 90mm "Bangers" cannons for light vehicals, lascannons and the heavy 140mm "Lobbers" for the heavy stuff. Earthshaker artillery and other assortments lined the along the bleak landsacpe, their large barrels a distinct giveaway.

Most of their arms were customary due to their availabilty of choice on a forge world. Even their armour was significantly lighter and stronger than most variants, known as "Dragon Skin". The tech-priests on this world were rather lenient in their approach to creating new technology and the Guard was thankful for it.

Even for all their efforts Aubrey peered with anxiety towards the enemy. Dark clouds rolled towards him, as if concealing the scum below. He knew very little of the traitor guard, only that they were unfit to live in the mighty Imperium. What motivated them to commit such heretical acts of brutality? He had heard rumors that they lived to serve darks gods of disorder, but little information was given to him by his superiors. Either way they would brave the oncoming storm for the Emporer and strike back at their foes like a mighty serpeant.

Danielle approached the camp, she looked out for sentries, and sneaked past the sleeping man on guard. "Pathetic." She murmured as she walked easily into the camp. The men inside were busy moving around, and took no notice of a similar soldier, even if she was unfamiliar. "How easy it would be to infiltrate this camp and destroy it. Why must I deal with such fools." She strode straight up to the command area, where she was finally challenged by a guardsman standing by. "Stop there please, what business do you have with our commanders?" The man asked. "I have an urgent message, I must deliver it immediately." The man backed off, and although Danielle was being honest, she thought how gullible he was. What if she had been an assassin? She made her way into the command bunker where she found the commissar standing. "Finally, someone resolute." she thought. "Commissar, I am sorry, but I must ensure that the commanders are informed of the falling of another regiment, I must meet with them as soon as possible."

Atris saw Tarkus break from the group. She followed suit, entering the small grey room. All that was there was a table, a dirty stained mattress and a broken wardrobe.

She hated nobility. They simply went to war expecting it to be easy, almost like playtime to a toddler. They always had the best equipment, the greatest quarters. They could afford it all. Meanwhile, Atris was completing a mission a day and still had to stay in this dirty hovel.

Voxes were blaring out with reports of the destruction of various vehicles. Nothing new. Atris began to rest.

Captain Aubrey entered the gak stain of an excuse of a room. With his dusty boot he kicked the bed frame rocking it violently. Atris jolted awake and stared violently at him. Without a word he tossed a clipboard onto her lap. On the front page read "top secret". The captain didn't even acknowledge her, pivoting on his heels and exiting from the shack, breathing wheezily through his respirator.

Inside the manifest detailed the oncoming assault and Cerberus was needed once again to insert deep behind enemy lines and identify the enemy. Their numbers, their leaders and their motives were all vital to high command. Aubrey knew she would be pissed, but as long as she was attached to Saber 2 she would follow orders.

Lynessa was worried. She hadn't heard any orders from higher command and her men where stuck sniping some scout vehicles.
She hated this time of day, it was 6 O'clock and that meant it was the time for those rotten slaaneshi cultists to receive their sacrifices. The screams where way too hard to be a actual sacrifice like you did for lord tzeentch.
ATM she was discussing a plan with some high ranking khornate cultist. They where to dispatch a company sized force into the mountains and provide a flank attack on the enemies supply lines.
But ofcourse like always the moment she began talking about using a magic spell to teleport them through or the agility of slaaneshes cultists to traverse the mountains with ease. he began raging over the fact that it wasn't real combat and left the tent with screams of anger and malcontent. She would need to await the arrival of some form of higher command before anything concrete could be planned otherwise they would stick to trying to make the main push.

"Fine! Just don't try and send us to a location with another Astartes traitor!"

The captain turned.

"Chaos Space Marines? Are you serious?"

Atris stood on her feet. She took up her weapons and began walking down the hallway.

"Yep. I just had the pleasure of meeting one today, I don't want to coming into contact of another."

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The captain had scurried off to High Command. 3 new soldiers had joined them. Two of them were arrogant arses who had simply joined for fun. Probably nobles. The third was clearly an experienced fighter. He checked and primed his weapon whilst the other two simply chatted about their idiotic lives.

"OK. We have been assigned another mission today."

A hologram rose of an enemy stronghold.

"Under orders from our captain, we are to investigate this building. I suggest insertion here, here and here."

The sergeant pointed at the 3 target areas on the hologram, leaving a single red dot on each.

"We shall be carried in a Vendetta Gunship to the stronghold. As some of you may know, there may well be Chaos Space Marines garrisoning the bastion. Kill them outright. You will each be armed with Flamers to flush out any Cultists. Any questions?"

4 hands rose. Atris first picked one of the new noble brats.

"You wanna go out sometime?"

She immediately skipped to the veteran. One thing she couldn't stand about nobles was the sense of entitlement that surrounded them.

"Why are we taking this mission in a Vendetta? Surely this could be far more easily accomplished with a light ATV to keep a low profile?"

The sergeant hadn't thought of that.

"Thank you for that suggestion. Remember, keep a low profile. If one of us are found, we're all fethed."

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Ilya's Hellhound roared up outside the command tent, Ilya coughing and grunting as he sturggled out of one of the hatches, after walking the few muddy setps between his tank and the tent, he poked his head through the entrance,

''Have I got the right place?'

Aubrey looked up from his holomap. The rain pouring in through the open tent flap. In stepped a greasy staff sergeant, his uniform barely fitting his stocky frame, helmet one size too big.
Bloody tankers, thought the captain. He didn't say a word, merely gesturing to the available spot within the O group. All the commanders of the various units supporting the defence of the hab block were gathered here. Many capable and worthy leaders, others he wouldn't trust a lunch box with. They would have to do.
"Gentlemen, we face an innumerable enemy, of unknown capability and strength. Special units are at this very minute trying to confirm our fears. They destroyed Astrata in less than a year. We have been graced by the Emporer's merciful hand granting us time to prepare".
Aubrey sucked in a deep breath, his lungs barely keeping up with his speech. He sounded raspy and metallic, the vox caster inserted in his throat pitching and whining.
"We must make a stand here."
He pointed to the line in the mud map he had prepared.
"Not one of them cross this line. Luckily we only have to hold onto this narrow passage formed by the mountains. All we have to do is hold boys. Take a good look at the maps and briefings handed to you earlier and Emporer's speed to you all."
They began leaving, but the captain singled out the tank commander.
"One moment.... tommorow you and the rest of your tank troop will chase them back down that valley once they are broken...ONLY when they are broken"
The NCO smartly saluted, but before he left the captain once again grasped his shoulder, this time like the snap of a snakes jaw..
"Also if you are ever late again, I won't hesitate to have you shot, dismissed."

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Lynessa was siting in her chambers when the same daemon appeared before her again he began speaking in riddles. ''For the day you survive you need to evade the light. The gleaming snake is approaching you better be prepared!''
Lynessa figured out it had to do something with her mens safety but also an enemy force she ordered her forces to be withdrawn in a ritual to tzeentch to thank him.


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Her suspicions where right those damned sneaky loyalists had killed the decoys she had deployed.
She had withdrawn all her forces and equipment to her own personal area of the camp where searchlights where lit to stop the enemy ambushes.

The squad were sat in the hull of a Chimera. The newest arsehats were fooling around, generally being a nuisance and talking to the women like they were dolls. Atris had a duty to keep her soldiers in line, whether they be sniveling convicts or bastard offspring of the highest nobility. The moment a particularly snotty and unpleasant recruit demanded that she went for a ride in his daddy's staff car, she lost it, smacking him across the face.

"This is the Imperial Guard, lad, not some sort of brothel! You take care of each other. One of us might save your pathetic life someday!"

The two brats shut up. The other recruit chuckled quietly. The ferocity of the sergeant was legend in the company.

"We are almost at our destination. May the Emperor's light guide you."

Most of her squad quickly bailed from the vehicle, taking up positions in cover. The two bratty nobles were still mucking around.

"Keep it down! I will execute you if you prove dangerous for the rest of us."

They still bashed about. One of them began to sing one of the anthems they had been taught out of tune.

"I'm dealing with children."

The last thing that Viola saw of the sudden diva was a gory mess coating the wrecked hull of a Chimera. A group of cultists had heard the singing. Seeing the black body of the ATV, one of them fired a Lascannon. The beam disintegrated the front and hit the fuel tanks. The resulting explosion had alerted the entire camp, partially deafened the one survivor and flung hot pieces of firey metal some considerable distance.

Ilya snapped a sharp salute after hearing his mission, following the rest of the commanders he trudged back his hell hound, after climbing in he radioed the rest of his troop,

''Tankers, we are to hold back untill the enemy is broken by our borthers in arms, only on my order will we assualt and chase the enemy back down that valley!'

the mission and set off to the prescribed muster location, for the rest of the journey he was silent, contemplating the odds of suviving.

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Fires within the burnt out tanks hissed and cracked. Blood of the dead crews pooled and mixed with the mud. Private Jenkins had never seen anything like this before. The last time it had rained in these parts was nearly forty terran years ago, an unnatural rain born from unnatural circumstances. Every drop stung slightly, acidic rain formed from the thick smoggy atmosphere. Jenkins pulled his gloves on and put up his collar, trying to get as dry as possible in his dugout. He found it impossible and decided to go onto duty watch early. He peered over the embankment, a man made hill that stretched kilometres across the desert in order to stop tanks and cover the artillery behind it. His eyes squinted in the dark, rain blinding and stinging his tired eyes.

Suddenly a flash was seen on the storm black horizon. Then another, and another until the whole ahead in front of him dazzled with the abrupt flashes. Then came the rumble, the boom and stress of the earth vibrating from such a release of energy. He looked up into the sky, and heard that familiar sound. The scream of a thousand shells flying towards him.
"INCOMING!"
He leapt back into his dug out.
The ground erupted, spraying mud and men high into the air. Ears split from the unbelievable roar. Limbs and clothes were ripped off from the sheer shock wave. Organs collapsed, crushed from the pressure and the breath was stolen from men's lungs. The whole line erupted in chaos as men clung to earth, praying to their Emporer for the mercy of living just five more minutes. As suddenly as it started it had ceased. All that could be heard was the moans of men and the cries for medics, and the down pour of rain washing away the madness.
Captain Aubrey dug his way out of his collapsed dugout. Gasping for air. He wiped the mud from himself and quickly ran up the embankment.
"Sarn't major, causualty report!"
"Ten dead, twice wounded sir!" came the reply from down the line. They had been damn lucky considering the ferocity of the barrage.
"Stand to!" came the cry from the foward trench. The men dashed foward manning the remaing gun emplacements and slit trenchs. Aubrey rushed to his own trench with his command sqaud who had staid intact. His signaller was already relaying the situation all down the line. He whipped out his las pistol and brought his Mag-glasses to the lenses of his mask. He could see it.

The horde. Moving right into them. Countless thousands trod through the rain. Barbaric horns sounding the advance. Vehicals ignited, lurching foward.

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Cries for blood echoed back to the loyalists ears. Daemonic tounges spat curses at them, and there leaders whipped their slaves forwards. Massive war machines clumsily rushed forward in their mad frenzy to reach the slaughter first, crushing their friends under bogged wheels.
"Hold steady!" he tried to calm them down. He looked down and saw Jenkins, his runner and aide. His rifle was trembling, the barrel resting on the sand bag. Aubrey lowered his hand onto the kids back.
"Hold..."
The boy calmed down, steadying his aim.
Mortars came crashing in. Incoming and outgoing. Whole swathes of the enemy were ripped apart as the heavy guns opened up. Their whole front rank turnt to mush. The smoke cleared however and even more madmen took their place.
"Make ready!" he cried, the mean loadeding energy rounds into there single shot lasguns. They had come within small arms range. The 90mm already barked firing huge shells with astonishing rate. Vehicals burst and shrapnel sprayed the traitors.
"Preee-sent!" Rifles were raised to the aim, safety off.
"FIRE!"
The air itself was sucked of all moisture as beams of energy lanced out. The enemy crumpled, pierced and dismembered, riddled with hundreds of shots. They could now hear their screams, which even made Aubrey crack a smile.
"Reload!" The men ducked, hastily grabbing another round of energy rounds from their webbing. They may have had slow firing rate but thses munitions packed one hell of a punch.
"Make ready!" the men came out of cover, but were greeted with incoming rounds. Jenkins head exploded spraying Aubrey with gore, smearing the lense of his already foggy mask.
"Fire at will!" He grabbed Jenkins remains and pulled them off the top of the trench.

As the rain came done Ilya's thoughts were interupted by the distant rumble of artillery, he was just about to radio to the other hellhounds when he got a call through, a voice crackled on the radio,

''This is number 2 tank, sorry sir, we seem to be stuck,''

just what he needed, he thought,

''Ok number 3 hellhound to the ridge to the ridge, report on activity, i'll try to pull number 2 free,''

He squeezed out the tank and began to hook the 2 tanks up with heavy cable

Cultists flowed out of the building, headed by a Space Marine Champion. Cerberus Squadron were forced to surrender to them. One by one they were taken under the barracks into a dank cramped room. The only source of light was a single slat. Gold and Purple icons lined the walls. The soldiers were stripped of their clothes and other items.

Atris hung on a rack. Her flowing blonde hair reached down to her breasts, her face crisscrossed with the emotions of contempt for the idiot who had alerted the soldiers, and with sorrow for the fate of her squad. There was nothing to cover her modesty except the darkness that filled the room like a horrific fog. Every single squad member was silent. The only sounds were the enemy merrymaking and the bombardment of artillery in the background.

Yep. Atris really hated nobles.

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Again, NSFW (I think)

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Lynessa was angered by the idiotic slaaneshy soldiers wasting time for a stupid ritual, they should have been send to the frontline ages ago.
Her men where arrayed in a strict line when they entered the room, the cultists didn't even notice her and her men. Each one put their las gun on one head and killed them, they pulled them off and began clothing and tying up the soldiers.
One cultists was refusing to let loose and continued ravaging the women. Lynessa walked up to him and pulled him of afterwards she shot 6 blessed bolts through his body and he transformed into a pulp of blood and organs.
she ordered 2 of her men to tie up the commander too and transport them towards their part of the camp.
She whispered to the commander ''You are alright its over now but a whole new chapter will start.'' [slightly evil laugher]

Sam hated flying. He realized this as he jumped out of the Valkyrie and plummeted towards the cultist base. He activated his grav-chute at the last second and landed in a cleared circle. A thin man, dressed in extravegant and luxurious furs stood across from him.
"I can tell a great man when I see him, and as Tarot, a chosen warrior of slaa-" Sam ended his speech with a las-bolt through his head.
"Anyone else want to step into the ring?" He asked and set his pistol to full auto. A slavering cultist leapt at him brandishing a crude club, but Sam kicked him in the arm so that he dropped the club and ended his life with a swift punch to the jugular.
"You have my commander. I want her back." Sam said clearly. Another cultist ran forward and Sam immolated him with a burst from his inferno pistol. Two down, eight to go. The eight seemed to realize this and charged. Sam dispatched another three before they closed. A spiked bat buried itself in his hand and he dropped his laspistol. With a roar of fury he tore the club away from its holder and drove the handle through it's eye socket. He ducked a swipe from a sword and vaulted over the remaining cultists. With his Inferno Pistol he bathed them in the Emperor's rage. He tore the spike out of his hand and wrapped a rag taken from one of the cultists around it to stem the bleeding. He picked up Exodus and holstered it, walking towards the area that seemed the most coherent. He met little resistance on his way to the Tzeentchian quarter, and that which he did fared no better than Tarot.
"This is worse than the fething Orks." He said as he burst into a tent trying to find the commander.

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Atris simply shook her head and thrashed. The gag was still placed around her mouth.

The blue-robed warriors began to carry them to their stronghold. Along the way they toppled and tore the lewd idols. Atris tried to alert them to her comrades that were still hanging prone in the underground chamber, but was muffled.

Lynessa had the 3 females strapped to 3 chairs they where slightly more comfortable then normal chairs. Their ball gags where removed their screams wouldn't matter now anyway.
Her men where back to their positions. The tzeentch quarter had swollen slightly with the arrival of a squad sized renegades group so the patrols intensified.
She was in the tent now with her command squad and began talking. ''Is this how they greet people who returned to their homeworld here? Anyway i understand you are shocked by the current events so i will let you rest for a short while, in a couple of hours i will be back to interrogate you.'' With a bounce of her boobs lynessa left towards the mark of tzeentch. The mark in the middle of the quarter it was very huge and eternal fire was burning in its eye. She sat down and began meditating seeking guidance for what to ask to the prisoners.

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Atris was slumped over. Everything she once was had been washed away.

"What was it like when you were a child?"

The imprisoned sergeant looked up at the buxom Chaos Worshiper.

"It was tough. I didn't have the mollycoddling of mummy and daddy like the nobles. I was born into a labouring slum, my parents were killed when I was 13. I had to fight every day with children just like me, often having to murder them. Best childhood friends, my loves, I had to kill them all. I'm no stranger to war. Meanwhile, all these noble gakkers simply had to wonder what colour socks they had. Even now they still act like spoiled little brats."

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after finally pulling the stuck hellhound out the tank group reformed and headed to the front, Ilya started grumbling over the radio about not getting stuck in the mud when he was interupted by the commander of Number 2 Tank, which was heading the column.

''Frontlines ahead sir, shall we prepare to go in?''

''No, we have to wait untill the hoard is broken, spread out in formation and keep you engines running, be ready to go on my sig......''

A massive explosion rocked Ilya's chimera, He quickly grabbed his Binoculars and scanned the horizon,

''Delay that 1st order, we shall shelter in the rocks over there, however, stay in formation and be ready to go!''

The 3 tanks roared forward, splattering mud everywhere as they drove 3 abreast towards the crag.

Lynessa heard her talk on and on about being left behind she began speaking. ''Well being of nobility isn't that fun either, i was put into conscription when i was 12 and before that all i had was my room. Atleast you had your parents love until 13 i didn't have it when i was 4. But lets stop this talking. You shall tell me how many infantry units you have and where your main command is!''
She said as she took out an amulet ''We can do this the easy way or the hard way.'' she said as she showed the amulet before the sergeant
It was a amulet with the eye of tzeentch. magical powers where emanating from it.

"I'm not telling you anything, heretic. We may be of the same planet but we are not of the same god."

The talisman began to warp the world around her. A flame appeared to sear Atris' mind, burning her from the inside.

"Tell me."

Atris still refused. The burning ran into her veins and eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She whimpered.

"No!"

The traitor still held the amulet, swaying the brass icon gently from side to side. The fire spread to Atris' heart, the pain overwhelming her senses. The small sparks of pain that had filled her mind had grown into a colossal towering inferno/

"Tell me now."

The fire had almost consumed her senses. The amulet almost appeared to burst into flames.

"Tell me!"

Sam fell back with Tarkus, shooting all the way. They came to a vulture and he banged on the side. Just as it began to take off a cultist grabbed his leg. Sam put it down like the rest and climbed into the ship.

The chaos follower removed the talisman. Atris slumped in her chair. Tears flowed down her cheeks like waterfalls. Her heart thumped like a hammer against an anvil. She gasped for air.

"Very well, sergeant, we shall continue with this later. I will know."

She walked away. Atris was left with her thoughts. What had happened to the rest of her squad? She was the only person in the room. Atris was surrounded by bookshelves, as if she was in some sort of Library. She tried to stand up with the chair tied to her back. Success! The sergeant began throwing the wooden chair at the walls, trying to break it off.

Lynessa couldn't bear the pain she was forced to give the sergeant but she needed the information. She had nothing so she removed it. She ordered the other 2 females to be brought to her along with food and drink. A prisoner is still a human and as a human she can change.
The brighter part of tzeentch began to shine in the camp as beautiful lights and flowers appeared everywhere. The tzeentchian followers all lightened up and proceeded the feasts this was a thing that only happened once every decade and it meant that lord tzeentch was pleased. The feasts would continue all night and sacrifices would be made to please lord tzeentch!

In an instant the rocky outcrop lit up in a ball of flame as number 3 tank let rip with it's weapon, it's heavy bolter making a repeated booming noise,

''Bandits straight ahead,''

The tanks had stumbled into a chaos position, probably infiltrators or scouts, The other tanks lit up the rocks with their flamers too as shadows began scrambling to get away from the firey hell.

''Calling all units, could do with some help here, over..'' Yelled Ilya intot he radio


As the tanks repositioned to make their flame more effective there was a massive explosion and Number 2 tank was sent high into the air, coming to rest upside down, Ilya could just make out the crewmen escaping the inferno out it's hatches. He rapidly moved his tank in front of the wreck and shouted for his driver and gunner to help them.

Something very big, was casting it's shadow over the hellhound group

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"Tarkus!" Sam shouted. Tarkus looked back and gave him a mock salute before opening his grav-chute.
"Well boys, I'm not letting him have all the fun." Sam said and grabbed a chute of his own. He also grabbed a long-las for the extra range over his pistols. He leapt out of the bay and plummeted after Tarkus, landing clunkily a few feet behind him.

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Lynessa was eating some well made meat in the courtyard. The number of troops shrank as pairs of 2 disappeared into the tents. She sat down when her banner carrier walked up to her and said. ''May i have the honor ma'am?'' Lynessa answered with a simple answer'' Wat the feth lets go!''
She realized the liquor had made her tipsy but she didn't care lord tzeentch protected them until the festival was over!

Atris swung the chair onto the bookshelf once more, making it shatter. The sergeant made for the armouries, knowing the hallways were loosely guarded.

Sam stifled a laugh in the interest of stealth and set up in a bush, his long las staying with Tarkus, ready to provide cover at a seconds notice. He reflected on how Dante would of done this. He couldn't help chuckling at the thought of Dante trying to fold his wings and fit in a bush with what would be no more than a toy gun to him. Sam almost wished he had gone with the Old Man to the Defense of Baal, but he knew that that was the Blood Angels problem and could not be helped. Then he snapped back to reality as he saw a Chaos Space Marine patrolling the area. It hadn't noticed Tarkus yet, but it would if Sam didn't act soon. Using his laser sight, he shined the beam into the marines eye socket. The marine looked over and started towards him. Sam readied his Inferno Pistol. It was the perfect weapon for this, virtually no noise, and a clean kill if the marine got close enough. Sam was fortunate enough that this marine was alone, and as it entered optimal range he sprang up and fired. The marine had no time to scream as he died. Sam tried to drag the body, but swore from exertion. He did manage to chip off one of the horns from the armor after repeated knife blows and slid it into his trench coat pocket. He would send that to Dante at the first chance he got.

number 3 hellhoud drew up next to Ilya's tank as the cultists scattered a huge deamonic monstrosity strode into the light fromt he flames, a massive soul grinder, it shook the groud as it walked with a menacing growl it lurched forward and smashed it's claw into the top of Ilya's hellhound, The tank crumpled but wasnt put out of action.

''Fire at it's underside, where it's weakest, Yelled Ilya over the radio, number 2 tank roared underneath the abomination and began to flame it's underside, while Illya order his driver to execute a ram on the soul grinders legs as it was walking,

''This is NOT what I expected here!'' Yelled Ilya to No one in particular.

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Atris had found the armoury. A robust kick to the keypad and the door was open. The walls were lined with all sorts of weapons, including her Power Sabre. She grabbed the blade and a flamer, hoping to burn the cultists at their festival. Tarkus walked into the other end of the corridor.

"Burn, heretic!"

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"How can I be sure?!"

The sergeant walked towards the sergeant, raising the flamer.

"Prove that you're Tarkus, and not just some illusion."

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"PROVE IT!"

Atris placed her finger on the trigger. Her face remained unflinching. The flamer was now directly in front of 'Tarkus'' face.

"I have no problem killing you."

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"Very well."

The sergeant pulled the trigger, just as 'Tarkus' jumped to the side. His armour was sooty and charred, but he was safe.

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Atris still held the Flamer. She would have to trust him, for now at least...

"Just... Nothing..."

They ran to the central courtyard. Some people were wearing blue robes and merrymaking, whilst others were in the tents.

"Burn them all?"

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Atris had the Flamer at her hip. She began to cackle manically as the air filled with screams. Jets of blue and orange flame roasted the lovers. A few scurried out of the tents with ceremonial daggers, only to be eaten by a tide of promethium.

"Burn them all!"

The sergeant found the woman who had imprisoned her. She was naked, lying next to some man.

"Burn!"

Ki'ra'ga'shu was angered. His lord tzeentch had blessed some of his subjects only to be interrupted by non believing followers of the corpse. The lord of change was ordered to protect the festival no matter where it appeared and had done so since the birth of his god.
The amount of magic here was so great that the daemons could appear without problems. 5 horrors appeared in the tent and with growls began driving of the intruders. Ki'ra'ga'shu himself appeared in the middle of the camp to scream. ''All mortals who have interrupted this ritual will be banished killed and ripped apart if you don't disappear right now!''

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The lascannnon shot forward a steady beam of energy, creating a sizzle sound as it found its mark. The traitor tank was cut down the middle, it's munition and fuel exploding a second later. The lascannon however was obliterated a moment later, the enemy's tanks quickly pin pointing the source of their friends demise.

"FIRE!" Hundreds of shots burst from the trenchline, another volley of rifle fire being unleashed into the packed infantry, their bodies collapsing like dominos. It still did no good. Aubrey took a sneak over the lip of the trench, the heretics kept going casually stepping over the dead, stomping on their screaming wounded into mud gurgling out their scream. The massed volleys were doing nothing to break their morale.
"Fire at will!" The men began firing at their lesuire, keeping up a constant barrage. The cultists fell at random. They had sensed the disorder in the loyalist ranks. A marine stepped forword, wrapped in a cape made of skin and fur, power armour smeared in sacrifical blood, he raised his chainsword into the air letting out a gurgled, incoherant cry.
"Bas'laa!!!"
The men surged around him, charging with clubs raised and bayonets jutting out. The ground rumbled at the sound of a thousand feet rushing towards them.
"Fix bayonets!"
Each man unsheathed a long knife from their scabbards, pushing it onto the end of their red hot barrels with a "click".
"Show them the steel men, charge!"
Every able bodied man hefted himself from the trench running as fast as they could towards the vile enemy. Their minds locked in utter rage, roaring and bellowing war cries.
Aubrey had never been so proud of them, leading them from the front carrying the bullet peppered flag of the regiment himself. They braced their bodies and their souls, gripping tightly to their rifles like spears preparing for the inevitable force about to smash into them. Even the captain scrunched his eyes shut, keeping the flags steel tip pointed forward.
An almight clash of men erupted, both lines crashing against each other. Bayonets plunging into guts disgorging the contents. Rifle butts broke open skulls, and swords crackled with power and chains wherred as they tore flash apart. The sound was defeaning, hundreds yelling at once and sporadic mortars crashing randomily into the crowds.

Sam saw Tarkus and Atris running away from the festival. Then he saw a massive winged beast rise from the ground and shout.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, RUN RUN RUN!" He shouted and as soon as Atris and Tarkus reached him he pulled his little surprise from behind a tree. It was a bike taken from the armory, an attack bike of the space marines. He had done his best to obscure the chaos icons with mud. Tarkus and Sam jumped into the Drivers seat and Atris mounted the multi-melta.
"Now nobody touch anything! I saw Blood Angels train on these things all the time, so just let me handle it." Sam said and they took off back towards the camp

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Fireballs flew about, gradually becoming less and less in number as they moved away.

"WHAT THE FETH WERE THEY?!"

The sergeant discharged the Multimelta into some sort sort of skimmer. The wreckage crashed into the ground in a ball of flame, illuminating the night.

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Sam saw a horde of cultists standing next to a big cliff. One of them was setting up a lascannon. Sam veered to the side as the beam split the air next to them. He sped up to as fast as the bike could go and headed for the cliff. They flew off the top at nearly 120 miles per hour and sailed towards a lake below. Sam gave Atris his grav chute and told both of them to jump.
"RUN TO CAMP AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" He shouted and shoved them off.
Sam rode out the whole passage, turning and lighting up the cultists trying to shoot his friends. He smashed into the water and it hit him like a truck. He felt his legs shatter and his ribs crack, and only the padded back of the bike kept his spine intact. He managed to doggy paddle to shore and press the distress button on his coat before passing out.

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The sergeant grasped the hilt of her sword and began to sprint towards the cliff edge, taking a dive into the murky water. Her streamlined form penetrated the water like a knife blade, barely disturbing the water. She swam to the shore.

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Atris hoisted the body of the commissar and ran. No weapon could save them. Bodies of cultists rained onto the shore, their fanaticism driving them to insanity. The sergeant tried to open the commlink in the helmet, tweaking it with her one free hand.

"This is Sergeant Atris! Requesting support immediately! We have taken a casualty, and are currently fleeing from the enemy!"

A deep booming voice answered back.

"Oh really, Emperor worshiping scum?"

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Lynessa was rather angry by being distrupted by the women she saved from a surely more horrible fate then she gave her. But what happened happened. She wanted to kill lynessa but tzeentch protected her from the pain and had his minions spawn to kill the worshippers of the corpse.
She had chased the women who apperently was with 2 men. She stood on a cliff and began shoutingg towards them. ''Run away then this is no day for killing! Tomorrow you will see the burning terror of the changer of ways!'' She screamed as she saw 2 of her personal soldiers being killed. She got really mad she send her remaining 13 soldiers back to camp lynessa would deal with this personally. She climbed downwards she was barely dressed as she didn't even have the time to do that she was dressed in a half open tzeentchian cultist robe her power sword in one hand her bolt pistol in the other. She rushed towards the one who killed her men and said. ''You and i will fight this out! Why did you kill my men? You could have just left we didn't even want to kill you!''

Sam groggily came into conciseness and spit out blood. He clung to Atris, cursing the fact that his legs were broken. He felt like a limp dog, just waiting to be put down and swore. He saw the Vulture come in and he felt slightly better as he was loaded in. Again he blacked out. He was comatose for three days. He finally awoke after a face flashed across the blackness. He screamed in terror and jolted awake. Orderlies rushed in and calmed him down. Both of his legs were in casts and a doctor walked in with a clipboard.
"Good news and bad news. The good news is that your legs are healing well and you should be able to walk again. The bad news is, not during this campaign. You are effectively out of commission for a year, I'm sorry Sam." The doctor said and turned.
"Wait!" Sam barked. The doctor stopped cold and turned, clearly nervous of incurring the commissars wrath.
"Yes sir?" The doctor asked, doing his best to remain calm.
"Bionics. I want bionic legs." He said.
"Sam theres no way. They're expensive as all hell to begin with, and you are more likely to die in surgery than survive. It can't be done." The doctor said and turned again. Sam took out his laspistol and shot him in the ankle.
"Call the Blood Angels, they'll pay for it, Dante owes me anyway, and I don't care, I want this surgery." Sam said.

A short week later Sam was walking on metal legs. It took some getting used to, but they were very effective and he was ready to fight again.

Atris turned swiftly, removing her Sabre from it's scabbard in one fluid motion, each silver blade coming into contact with the other.

"Because you are the enemy, heretic. We don't care for your festivals, your traditions. We will take any advantage we can to vanquish you."

Atris slid her sword away from the scantily dressed soldier's and lunged at her heart. Atris' ornamental blade was intercepted by the rune-inscribed sword of the Chaos worshipper.

"I saved you!"

The fanatic pushed her blade back, leaving Atris open. She dived forwards, missing the sergeant by mere millimeters as she dodged. Atris took her oppurtunity. She took a graceful backflip before throwing her body at the enemy's legs.

She barely evaded that womens attack towards her legs. After evading her hit she stabbed her in quick succesion 3 times but she blocked all 3 of them. With a smile Lynessa said.''You are a good warrior i give you that. You shouldn't worship that corpse like those others, look at them! One of them kills my men and afterwards runs like a rat, and the other one kills his own soldiers while wearing a fancy hat. Are those the people you see as allies? as friends? I can see the reason why you where imprisoned so easily.''

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"I don't see warriors. I see noble pricks."

The woman placed the tip of her power sword under Atris' chin.

"Embrace the grand schemer. Feel him. We are all equals under him. Or you can die like the slimy rat you are. Your choice."

"No. I'd rather be locked forever in that perverse temple than to fall from the Emperor!"

"Very well;"

The semi-clothed cultist pointed to the edge of the cliff. Atris' second in command, Vanessa, was being pushed from behind. A thousand memories of good times rushed through Atris' skull as the guardswoman flew through the air. They faded to black as she landed with a thud onto the hard stone slabs that lay on the shore of the lake.

"Will you comply?"

The cultist pushed the blade closed to her throat. Atris could feel it's energy against her skin, tingling and warming her skin.

"No."

The sergeant swung her leg to the side, toppling the scantily-clothed heretic.

Lynessa was greatly pained. She needed to kill a human but it was needed. The surprise attack of the sergeant had surprised her allot but instead of deflecting it she saw a slaaneshi cultist suddenly get struck by it. She saw his face full of happiness as he experienced a new form of pleasure.
She was disgusted and after looking over a cliff saw the rest coming. She knew it was over, the attack would be unending and the fact that she hadn't had the time to cloth herself made it even worse. But before they reached the 2 dueling females the lord of change the protector of the feasts soared up and landed in the middle of the masses. His spells were so powerful that all around him dozens where falling to their death she knew the duel was to go uninterrupted.
With her power sword she tried to hit her left flank but with no success the battle was going on for a long while now she new something had to happen soon.

Atris dodged and weaved every blow of the cultist. Fireballs and bolts of pure magic flew about the duel.

"I SHALL END YOU, HERETIC!"

With a mighty swing from her sabre, the sergeant struck the woman's sword. Their steel broke. At once, Atris took on the cultist with her bare hands.

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Lynessa was angered by her prescious sword being destroyed. She would need to invoke one of her daemon pacts to repair it later.
But there where more important things now! Lynessa made a huge uppercut at the female sergeant but with a kick she knocked her hand back. she returned the favor with a flurry of hits and kicks and successfully made her stumble on the ground. Lynessa was now laying on the ground the female walked up to her preparing to kick her mercilessly.
The foot came up above her and just before she struck she rolled out of the way and made a low sweeping kick towards her legs. The women fell to the ground and lynessa threw herself at her.

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Atris had barely milliseconds to prepare before she was toppled to the ground. Her spine was throbbing with pain. As she tried to pull herself up, the cultist had began to circle her.

"You will burn, scum. You will burn."

The sergeant still tried to get back up, but her backbone refused. She helplessly clenched her hands, screaming in agony. Her eyes clamped shut.

"You could have simply come to the light of truth, but no."

Atris' legs remained motionless. The sergeant gave up. She simply lay on her back, paralyzed.

"It's a shame. You would have made a fine soldier."

Atris stayed lying down. Tears flowed down her cheeks as a million memories flickered like a film before her eyes.

"I HAVE TRIUMPHED, LORD TZEENTCH!"

Lynessa triumphed, she screamed her bellows of triumph as her soldiers ran around her in screams of victory.
She felt the powers of tzeentch rush through her. She saw as her bolt pistol dissipated but also saw a blue fireball appear in her hand. She had been given the blessing of doombolts.
She knew a punishment for escaping was in order and she ordered her whole squad to be rounded up.
5 minutes later the sergeants squad was tied up and put in a straight line. She said to her ''Now choose 1 of your squad members will die and sacrificed to tzeentch. You will choose yourself!''

"Never!"

She spat in the cultist's face. She retorted by holding the fireball in her hand to the other arsehat's face. Screams of pain rang out as the entire body was consumed in smoke and flame.

"Yes, or you all shall perish."

Lynessa was saddened by these events but she had to.
She ordered her men to draw a huge ceremonial circle and have Ki'ra'ga'shu receive them. She began sacrificing every single soldier systematically with pure fire.

"You may think I will burn, but you are wrong. I will rise again like a Phoenix from the ashes, and you shall be powerless to stop me."

Fires began to jut about the Sergeant. She had watched every single soldier be consumed by the great inferno.

"Wrong again, fool!"

A great gout of flame rose from the ground, yet Atris was still alive. Her skin had only been stained with soot. As the flames began to die down, the cultists looked on in disbelief.

"YOU WILL BURN, SCUM!"

Another burst of fire crossed her skin. The rope that she had been tied with began to burn. She reveled in the warmth of it. Once again, the flame died down, once again, the cultist was in disbelief.

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Gareva walked around forward-command, looking around the number of intact and damaged vehicles inside he could feel the pain of the damaged spirits. Gareva walked towards one of the damaged vehicles were a Leman Russ tank, Gareva lifted his hand and placed it on the hull.
"We must repair this mighty beast so it may bring death to the traitors." Gareva said to his servitors as they began to repair the Leman Russ. In the distance the sounds of war grow closer, Gareva could hear footsteps behind him, his servo skull turned around and scanned the target.
~~~Gender: Female~~~
~~~Occupation: Imperial Guard~~~
~~~Weapons: Lasgun~~~
"Eh tech-priest we need you on the front line." She said. Gareva did not reply. The women repeated but also tapped Gareva on the shoulder he turned around.
"Listen guard I will go when I am done!" Gareva said as he turned back around and back to his work.
~~2 hours later~~
Gareva walked away from the repaired Leman Russ.
" The beast is repaired but the side armour is badly damaged." Gareva said to the guardsmen before heading to the front line.

Lynessa's anger was great now it had been the first time she had been actually angry in a long time and her command squad knew that too they evacuated the platoon to get to a save distance.

Lynessa screamed with untameable rage. ''I saved you! i clothed you! and this is how you repay me?!'' As in both her hands huge fiery storms but at the same time tears of sadness where flowing down her cheeks. The blue fires where everywhere now her anger intensified the flames.
That man that was running towards her with a crude knife and that women who kept denying her friendship they would all need punishment. With untameable rage she rushed towards that sergeant and without a warning gave him a uppercut he would have to kill her to stop her now!

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"Tarkus, you amazing man! Bloody good timing!"

The fires died down as the cultist gave the Veteran Sergeant a mighty strike across the chin.

"YOU WILL BURN, ALL OF YOU! THIS IS YOUR CHOICE!"

Ki'ra'ga'shu saw the favoured minion of tzeentch was getting hurt and he had to protect her as the blessings with her where great.
He disappeared in a beautiful explosion of colors some that didn't even exist yet and spawned right in front of lynessa again. He said with his intimidating voice. ''Fools is this how imperials fight? A women saves you and you try to kill her? She gives you a chance to escape and you shoot at her? what is this for goodness is this what your emperor stands for?'' He said as he teleported back to the camp with lynessa with him, he laid her down in the courtyard to be brought back to her bed by her soldiers.

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"Sure, just a little bit battered and bruised. You better have brought my Power Sword, Sergeant."

The man handed her the blade.

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Atris was sat in the chapel, reflecting on the battle that she had undertaken a week ago. Sam was healing well, but would be out of commission for a year. Jammy bugger, nothing stops him.

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Ilya's legs were sticking out of the engine bay of his hellhound, cursing the design of the engine and muttering something about the feul pipe not bieng in the right place. The tanker who was helping him stood with a fearfull look on his face.

Another tanker wandered over and tapped Ilya on the shoulder, the staff sergeant jumped, hitting his head ont he top of the engine bay, after cursing and swearing he decided it would be a good idea to listen, he was a fellow tanker after all.

''That new hellhound is here...''

''Stock hellhound..worst thing on earth....right men, get to work, you know what to do,''

The other tankers lept over the tank, tearing it to it's bare bones.

''One day, the imperium are gonna build some ,decent tanks'' Thought Ilya, to himself.

Gareva made it to the front line after hours of walking, so much death, blood and metal he saw Guardsmen clash with cultists blades and las-bolts pierce flesh. Gareva headed towards the trenches and climbed down into them, he threw his servo skull in the air.
~~~Scanning~~~~
~~~Foes: Chaos Cultists~~~
~~~Allies:Imperial Guard~~~
~~~Outcome: Unknown~~~
Gareva headed towards the commanding officers.

{While resting/others are back}
Sam had been having the same dream again and again. In this dream all that would happen would be that he was back in his childhood, during one of the Schola baseball games against the Sisters in training. Not so great on the field, but great on the field. He would always be catching a fly ball and it would miss his glove and hit him in the face. It would break his nose and he would be out for the game. Then the break would get infected and he would be put in the hospital. He would feel pain like never before until a rotting corpse in a suit would come to him and offer salvation. He would deny every night, but he was closer to breaking than ever before. It all seemed so rational, accept the suited corpses proposal and be free of pain, why shouldn't he? But he knew that accepting would be to turn against his lord the Emperor. One day it was not an offer the suited corpse came with, but a plea. His troops were a disorganized rabble and they needed a strong and inspiring leader. Sam felt pity for them and felt he could accept this role. He knew that this position would make him as tough if not tougher than one of the Emperors own space marines and he would enjoy more benefits than even the Commissariat gave him, but he could not turn from the Emperor's light, he wouldn't.

















"Not yet" Moscetti the Bloated said

Atris thought to herself.

"I guess not all nobles are complete donkey-caves. I mean, Tarkus rescued me even after I almost killed him."

A smile began to work across her face.

"Fall back!"
The men scrambled from the melee, hopelessly outnumbered and out gunned they ran back towards the embankment. Bullets screamed past them, Aubrey's men cut down by fire and blades as they desperately tried to get away. Corporal Anzly, Aubrey's personal signaller was hit in leg causing him to tumble over. Aubrey didn't notce the fallen man that had been running beside him only turning when he heard him cry out in pain.
Anzly was crawling towards him, arm outstretched with pleading eyes. Aubrey went back to him without hesitation but stopped with horror as something came out from the thick smoke of battle. Anzly turned around on his back firing at something, a stomping giant clad in thick armour carrying an axe with a chainsaw for a blade. Anzly fumbled for another round, inserting it into the chamber with shaking hands. He fired again, the energy beam going wide off target. The chain-axe's engine roared to life with anticipation.
Anzly waved his arms with mercy, pleading for some kind of compassion from the warrior.
"Noo!" he begged, shielding his arm with his face as the axe was brought down on him. Aubrey's stomach turned as the poor privates pleads were drowned in his throat with blood.
He ran, and ran, as fast as he could not daring to look over his shoulder. He kept running till he reached the edge of the hab block city. He keeled over coughing and spluttering. His weak stomach gave up and he released the bile onto the cement. Chest heaving from the effort he prompted himself against the wall.

He calmed himself down, trying not to burst his already weakened lungs. He looked back at the devastation wrought on his forces. The defensive position now crawling with the hated enemy. His men staggering across the open wasteland towards him.
"Runner, I need a runner! You will do", he plucked a straggler from the crowd.
"Go to the armoured column, tell them to cover our retreat!"
The man quickly sped off to the west, while Aubrey grimly searched for another radioman.

Colm had made land fall 3 days earlier with his platoon, guard duty, the irony was definitly there. A devision of Basilisks had been dropped in by landers on the second day after the positins were cleared out of a cultist outpost. The position was an all seeing one that cover a vast view. Only one trooper was wounded, and with only a glancing lasround to the shoulder, a burn. This was a purfect ridge for the Basilisks. Colm's platoon was to guard these guns until further ordered.

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Atris chuckled.

"I told you then, I'm fine, just a few bumps and bruises!"

She swept her blonde hair to the side.

"So, what've you been doing? I smell Ratling, I assume you were having brunch at our 5 star dining experience?"

Suddenly the Basilisks commander shouted blast. The Earthshakers blared their thunderous shouts. Thirty guns sreaming together. Colm shout over his micro-bead to the commander.

"What's the target?"

See the dim light in the distance, we've been ordered to help soften an enemy assualt. Its forced a friendly holding position to retreat under support of an armoured colume."

Damn cultists Colm thought and went on another round to check the men.

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"Right back at you. I guess not all nobles are complete pillocks! You showed some guts."

Atris gave Tarkus a small kiss on the cheek.

"A little compensation for my saviour."

The Veteran Sergeant's face flushed bright red. A smirk crossed his face.

"If you insist, Atris..."

Tarkus grabbed her suddenly.

Y'anaur was pleased. Shemangloids servants had been numerous on alustdor and that enabled shemangloid to project shemangloids power.
Shemangloid saw a techpriest walk towards the battlefield and saw that that was a suitable prisoner. Shemangloid had dispatched shemangloids daemonettes to capture him and bring him to one of the few chaos loyal servants.
The daemonettes managed to knock him unconscious and teleported him to the tzeentch camp. The daemonettes ordered lynessa to allow them to begin torturing him.

Sam had been trying out his new legs, going for a run. They worked well, better even then his normal legs. He was also trying to purge his mind of what he had seen. He knew that the abomination that had come to him was nothing but a machination of chaos, sent to corrupt him. But he also knew that it seemed free. The Imperium was a machine, it cared for nothing except profit and expansion. The ideals of the Great Crusade that he had read about in the Blood Angels Librarium were long dead. He thought of the ancient Library on the ship. Where he had spent so many long hours reading, imagining what life must have been back then. Mephiston had always hated him, the old brooding bastard didn't see why Dante kept him around. But Dante said that he figured into his plan somehow. Sam though he knew how now. He waited until the dead of night. He grabbed his coat, his hat, his pistols, and a combat knife. He slit the throat of one sentry and fled into the night towards the Chaos camp. He sat down as soon as he saw it and meditated until the face reappeared. He didn't jump this time but walked closer to it.
"Welcome my son." Moscetti said and pressed his thumb against Sam's forehead. A mark appeared and Sam grinned.
"Seek out Lynessa, she has overall command of forces here." He said and disappeared. Sam strode in and made for the nearest person. The man was a stunted fat bulb with pustules and boils growing everywhere.
"YOU!" Sam barked and the man jumped.
"Yes sir?" He asked.
"Where's the one called Lynessa?" Sam asked and the man indicated a tent. Sam walked briskly in that direction and tore open the flap. He swore when he saw that this was the witch that Atris and Tarkus had fought.

Gareva woke to the sounds of claws shredding his armour, Gareva turned his head and saw his servitors being destroyed but the servo skull remind intact it was like the skull was recording the event.
"You chaos scum what are you doing?!" Gareva yelled as a claw cut through his armour and into his flesh. Gareva lay still letting the pain take him, his armour's system injecting him with pain killers to numb the pain.

"Tarkus?"

Their gaze met. Atris' heart began to beat faster and faster. Tarkus slowly moved towards her and whispered.

"As compensation."

Their lips locked together.

Lynessa smirked at the almost sensual torture that techpriest was receiving but accepted it. The second a nurgle corrupted commissar walked in lynessa greeted him with a smoldering hot ball of soulfire and said with a deep angry voice. ''What are you doing here scum?''

Atris' hear rolled down her back as she leaned upwards. Her eyes were clenched shut. She simply wanted to enjoy the moment to it's full. Their chests came up against each other, her breasts pressing on his muscled torso. They broke away slowly.

"Is that enough, Atris? Or do you need more compensation?"

"Don't presume to scare me Lynessa, I'm here to help you anyway." Sam said and prayed that she wouldn't recognize him

A runner burst intot he workshop where Ilya was working on the new hellhound.

He was out of breath and panted before he could say anything, so he went to tap Ilya on the shoulder, who had his head underneath the tank, as he tapped him there was a curse from Ilya, and with one swift move, crawled out from under the tank, lifted the runner with one hand and pinned him against the wall, befor ehe could say anything however, the runner shouted,

''Enemy assualt, our side retreeting, need armoured support,''

Ilya dropped the runner at once, shouting to the tank crews across the workshop,

''Load up and get in, we are needed!''

the runner felt a vast silence fall as the 3 tanks roared out of the workshop, a sudden relization fell on him, as he realized he was left to walk all the way to the front.

''Calling all tankers, anyone else helping with the retreet?'' yelled Illya into the Vox....

The sun was setting, spilling a weak orange hue over the disrepair of Alustdor. Along the road, wind whistled through rockcrete block houses, their windows smashed and rooves collapsed. Yellowing grasses and leafless brambles swayed in the wind. In the distance, the rusting shape of a windmill lay on its side, pock-marked by small arms fire. Sherman and the 14th Dragoons scanned the buildings for thermal heat. Nothing was found except the skittering signatures of rodents.

"All clear" reported one of the veterans.

"Remain alert and bring up the armour. Adjust auspexes and scan again, they may mean to deceive us" ordered Major Sherman

There was a still tension in the air, a fragile peace that could not last. Sherman could feel the taut energy on the wind. In the distance, yet clearly audiable, the late evening bombardment off the arch enemies lines began. The 14th Dragoons were ordered to hold the Imperial flank, and if needs be, support the nearby trench networks. They anchored themselves in a large farmhouse, surrounded by a large six foot wall. The outhouses were reduced to rubble, but the house still stood. Not a window within the rectangular farm house remained intact, and anything deemed useful would of been looted long ago.

A chimera rumbled into the courtyard, it's hull sprayed with the golden lion motif taken as the Dragoons symbol. Dust was kicked up by its heavy treads as it juttered to a halt. The heavy weapons crew clambered out the back, lugging three autocannons with them. The struggled to squeeze through the narrow door and dragged them up the stairs.

Sherman walked to the well, sitting a few metres from the courtyard. The water was an unctous yellow. It was so heavy with pollutants and toxins it sat with an unmoving viscosity, even when Sherman flicked his lho stick into it. The rest of his platoon set themselves up with drilled ease. Engineer's set the perimeter defences up in exceptional time.

By nightfall we'll be ready for whatever their going to throw at us thought Serman.

''Calling all tankers, anyone else helping with the retreat?'' yelled Illya into the Vox....

"This is Major Sherman of the 14th armoured Dragoons. What is the location?"

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Lynessa looked at him with eyes filled with distrust but she knew she had to make allies. She put her hand down and began speaking. ''Well i will make peace with you for now as there are more pressing matters at hand. First of all our army is fractured, the cultists have all sided with their own gods. My side is the smallest but in my opinion the best trained and equipped, those darned slaaneshi have the largest numbers, the nurgle ones have access to vehicles and the khorne worshipers have a small group of chaos astartes with them. If you can get those nurgle worshipers on our side we will have control over half the army then we can begin forming a council so none of us is the real leader. All actions will be made together! ''

"So..."

Atris simply held him close and smiled. This man had saved her on so many occasions. He had never done any wrong to her, and she was thankful.

"ALL UNITS PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

''About 6 miles south of a ruined village, closing fast as we can,'' yelled Ilya to the Tanker ont he other end of the vox.

Picking up the Squadron vox he shouted for the other tank commanders to get a move on, the tanks picked up their pace, the wheels, which had replaced the tracks made for a faster tank, and every ounce of this advantage was bieng used.

With an after thought Ilya picked up the Vox again,

''Hey, anyone in a forward position? whats going up there?''

"The Nugle ones will side with me, I have the support of a daemonic master. I will make efforts to bring the Khorne ones into the fold as well, those Astartes will do well by us. You gather up the Slaaneshi folks, there is something to be said for numbers. DISSMISED!" Sam barked and left as abruptly as he had come. He went to the Khornate sector and was stopped by a large man with a chain of skulls around his waist.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Your leader, where is he located?" Sam replied.
"Lord Zufor is busy at the moment, so you'll have to come back." The man replied.
"I'll duel you for the right to see him." Sam replied, playing off their obsessive desire for violence. The man scoffed and drew an axe. Sam's knife had seperated his hands from his body before he could speak. The man just growled and pointed with a bleeding stump towards the tent next to them. Sam walked in and looked at the mountain in front of him. He towered over even Sam in his Terminator Armor and his daemon weapon lit up with a red light when Sam entered.
"You are here to request command over my forces. I am here to give you a challenge. Win a battle with your Nurglitch forces and then you will have my support. Bring me the skull of a champion as insurance.

Sam rolled out in his Chimera and hit the scouts Salamander head on. Nurgley guardsmen pulled out and started to fire with autoguns and stubbers at the other veehicles, popping tires and killing drivers. The loyalist hopped out and tried to marshall to fight back. Sam marked out a commissar and shot his hat off, making sure that he wasn't harmed. The man sprinted towards Sam with a combat blade and Sam received the charge with his own blade extended. They danced around bodies and wrecked vehicles, locking blades in vicious struggles until Sam caught him with a left hook that laid the Commissar against a wrecked Salamander hull. Sam discarded his blade and bashed in his old colleague's teeth with a quick jab before beating his head against the wrecked tank and kicking him in the stomach again and again with hard metal. When Sam grew tired he grabbed the top of his head and pulled with all his strength. The mans neck came apart with a sick growl and tearing noise and Sam held the head high. He whistled and all his soldiers jumped back in their transports and left the dazed and destroyed scout team behind. He walked straight up to Zufor as soon as he got back and slammed the head down on his desk.
"Now, shall I marshall the troops?" Sam asked. Zufor laughed.
"Do whatever you wish with the troops, we are yours." He replied and Sam left to go find Lynessa and ask of her progress with the Slaanesshi soldiers.

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Atris couldn't fight. The medics had told her to rest. It didn't help that she had no squad to command.

"Good luck, Tarkus."

The woman walked back to her dank room. She pulled out a small pad of paper and a pencil. She began to write for Tarkus.

Shells fell far infront of llya's advance blowing mud and cultists high in the air, blood and body parts landed on the ground. Others that took hits directly or near them were vaporised instantly.

"Who's fireing thoughs shells," shouted llya into the vox set in his tank on an open channel"

"Five hundred and thirthy second Iron Dragons," came the reply. "Lord Militant General cought wind of the retreat and counter push and gave us the order to help."

Another fifteen cultists exploded.

''mind my tanks! came the reply,''

it seemed the cultists were upon them, skirting around the village where sherman and his dragoons were stationed they rounded a corner to find hundreds of the blighters.

''Ilya to Five Hundred and thrity second, target just north east of the village, Now!!,'' His voice sounded desperate, ''Five hundred and thirty second, do you have a nickname?'' he yelled into the vox.

Ilya stuck his head out the turret to get a better view, a round hit him in the side of the head, nothing major, but enough to make him slink back inside his tank. The cultist lines were lit up as the 3 modified hellhounds poured hellfire into them.

''Sherman, are you there? They are here!''

The clack clack of the hellhounds heavy bolters resounded inside the tank, cultists burning and falling, but they kept on coming.

Ilya prayed the reinforced hull he had had his tankers install on their hellhounds would hold up.

" Copy that. We're held up in the farmhouse overlooking the village. Providing fire support on my mark. Fire!"

The old farmhouses walls shook as the autocannons pounded the distant cult horde. Those not caught in the gunfire we fleeing from the Helhounds. Massive spouts of flame incinerated the cultists by the dozen, illuminating the evening twilight. Still they came, the village streets choked with fanatical cultists, clambering over their dead. Huge shells rained on the ones further back, blasting rock and bone apart. The Helhounds advanced towards the village center, cowing the cultists to the Dragoons killing zone.

They began to run towards the farmhouse, attempting to halt the autocannons fire. Lasfire dropped the ones in front, nearly every shot caused a fatal wound, but still they came. Dozens dropped but they still ran, clambering over the piles of their dead.

"Sir, their almost upon us!" yelled sgt. Cromwell, slipping a fresh clip into his lasgun.

"Chimera's into position!" voxed Sherman

The two chimeras rumbled out of the courtyard. Multi laser and heavy bolters pumping fire into the cultists.

"Firing on co-ordinites"

Colm heard the Earthshakes command say into the vox.

"Nickname Sky Light"

Colm couldn't help but wonder what was going on down there as the Guns behind him roarer with power
The commander bwgan to speakinto the vox again.

"Give us the word and we'llmove the barrage impacts further into enemy lines to let you advance."

''Glad to hear you have us covered sky light,''

''Sherman, i got you right flank, Hold on!''

The hellhounds lept pouring flame onto the cultists, the heavy bolters were mowing down the cultists like a harvest

Those auxillery flamer fuel tanks were a good idea, though Ilya to Himself,

As he checked his viewfinder a massive walker entered the center of the village, its body half metal half skin, it's head rose to the sky and it emitted an earsplitting scream.

''Oh no, not again!'' sighed Ilya, the Soul Grinder smashed buildings like they were toys.

''Sky light, fire towards the center pf the village! I hope you aims good!

Ilya could see that Shermans position was very threatend

''I think we could do with reinforcements,'' said Ilya into his vox caster, casting on all frequncies.

Colm heard his vox opperator shout to him.

"Time to move sir, orders to support a push that the guns there are supporting."

"MOVE! INTO THE CHIMERAS BOYS! GO,GO,GO"

The guns adjusted and fired. Hell rained down on the village centre.

The Dragoons accurate, rapid fire volleys cut through the cultists in droves. A line of dust kicked up as berzerker ogryns charged up the hill, smashing through the cult crowd. The autocannons aimed at the new threat. Heavy shells tore chunks of flesh and bone as they pounded the ogryns, dropping three of them. The remaining mutants charged, eyes fixed on the troopers in the front line. Another dropped mere metres from the line, brought down with concentrated las fire. The surviving two smashed into the line, crushing troopers as they swung their massive cleavers wildly. Blood pumped from their massive, gaping wounds. The Dragoons concentrated their fire at their vitals, dropping them finally.

The Chimeras finished off the remaining cultists, accurately shooting short bursts from their heavy stubbers.

"Front line switch out! Bring your wounded and dead to the field station, Cromwell take the front!"

"Yessir!" replied Sgt.Cromwell, "Form up! and take the front!"

"Vox operator, find us some reinforcements! and tell our commander of the enemies push"

''do we even have a commander anymore?'' yelled ilya over the vox caster,

one hellhound had been badly damaged by the soul grinder, he instinctivly bent low when the basilisks had started firing, pouring fire down into the village, the other hellhounds pulled back to refuel from the nearby refulling truck, leaving Ilya to watch as the mighty engine was brought down.

As the cultist tide seemd to have been stopped for now Ilya climbed out his tank and dropped onto the muddy ground, on the way grabbing his specially modified autogun, he took his personal scanner out his pocket and walked up to the great beast,s head, it's breathing sounded like nothing he had ever hear, though it was on it's last legs. sliding his autogun onto his shoulder, he took out his personal vox

''Number 2 and 3 hellhound, when you are done refuelling, drag this beast behind the lines, it may be usefull to us. Make sure he's dead first though..'' He put his caster away in his deep pocket. he was just turning to walk back to his tank when there came a beeping from his scanner.

''Number 2 and 3 hellhound, get back here on the double, ignore the last order!''

he turned and ran back through the mud towards his tank, slipping face first into the soft wet ground as he did so.

Atris chuckled softly.

"He doesn't need luck, he needs a rest."

Her hand jotted on the piece of paper. It didn't matter that she was in her dank room. It didn't matter that she had been broken in mind and body. She was happy with her pen and paper.

"Oh, Tarkus, you are so difficult to sum up."

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Lynessa knew those slaaneshi wouldn't bow down to her without some kind of show of force.
She was walking through the slaaneshi army block with her command squad along, she didn't trust these fetish crazed perverts.
The camp was very brightly lit with gold and purple everywhere. Out in the open you could see horrible acts of perversion being made and even every know and then a slave running away only to be caught by 6 men who ravaged her afterwards. It was the usual for a slaaneshi camp nothing worse then ever.
She walked into the tent of gashi the rapist as lynessa liked to call him. He was busy tanning one of his flesh banners when she entered.
Without warning she began speaking. ''You muttering gutter rat why did you send so much troops to attack the front lines are you utterly stupid?'' Gashi only seemed to take pleasure and ecstasy in her words and spoke with a soothing voice. ''Well my lady i had to to bring pleasure to my men.'' Lynessa spoke with fiery anger and let the words fall. ''Well you aren't fit for command bow down and just let me take your forces into my wing!'' Gashi looked at her with a confused face and began speaking again. ''Sorry Lynessssa but you will first need to prove yoursself bring me a sacrifice worthy of a keeper of secrets and we will join you.''

Lynessa knew this was slightly harder then the usual those keeper of secrets where the most perverted and actually also idiotic of the whole lot.
Although a crying khornate cultist would bring that humiliation that those slaaneshi just love.

Lynessa had him bound to a table now he was screaming about tearing my head of and sticking it on a spike and whatnot.
She didn't really care and began her work. She placed both his hand on his ears and began muttering an incantation that would break his mind and emotions free.

A minute later.

He was laying on the table his spirit broken and tears kept flowing of his cheeks. She finished the sacrifice by sticking his sword in the ....
They where rolling him towards the tent again, his tears where flowing everywhere it was one of the most comical sights lynessa had ever seen.
After throwing him in the tent Gashi immediatly said without hesitation, but you could hear he was holding in his laughter. '' We will serve you lynessa.''

Lynessa was proud her work done she was returning to her tent to talk about business with that pitiful nurgle commissar.

"I need a drink or something, life is so tedious."

The sergeant opened the wardrobe. Many bottles of liquid lined the shelves that were secreted in it's wooden paneling.

"God, the captain's gotta stop getting me these. I've got enough to embalm a man or two."

Atris grabbed a slender-necked bottle of fluid labeled with strange xenos print. She set down a filthy glass in the vacant shelf space and poured a glass of bright blue liquid.

Colm's five Chimeras were being lead into the vilage by two punisher tanks.
They were nearing the centre of the village when the chimers stopped and they got out.

"Form up! Fire team spread now!" he shouted over the roar of distant autocannon fire and screaming cultists

He jogged up to the lead tank and spoke to the commander.

"Can you lead us in and give support?"

"Would we miss the fun?" asked the commander retoricaly

Colm moved his men up to the line behind and between the to Punishers. They turned into the village square to see the havok rought by Sky Light. Burning cultists and the surrounding area were three hellhounds. The punishers' guns joined in and sounded like an old terrain weapon.

"MOVE TO THE LINE! DON'T WASTE YOUR AMMO, SET YOUR LASGUNS TO HALF POWER AND DON'T WASTE YOUR LIVES!"

Colm pulled out his chainsword and bolt-pistol, shot two charging cultists and cut the third in half before shouting and ingaging the rest in close combat with the rest of his platoon.

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Gareva's pain killers were running out and he began to fell the pain again, each claw and tooth cutting through his armour. Gareva began to think soon the imperial guard would attack and reclaim the land but after a hour that though left his mind along with everything else now he could only feel pain.
"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Gareva yelled, he turned his head and saw the Tzeentch warrior walk in and talk to the Nurgle corrupt commissar, Gareva managed to free one of his hands and attack one of the daemons torturing him the others hissed in anger and forced their claws deeper. Darkness slowly began to take Gareva in his mind he knew there was only one way he could cheat this and with his a deep sigh he uttered the words.
"I will join you!" all around him he heard laughter, the daemons knew they won. Around him Gareva felt tentacles wrap around him, Slaanesh was taking him. Inside Gareva felt stronger and urges that were once removed have returned.
"Yes! YES! I feel the power within me" Gareva yelled he broke his bonds and stud up, he grabbed his weapon but his axe melded into a claw infused with the powers of Slaanesh.
"I wish to serve you warrior of Tzeentch" Gareva said bowing his head.

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Lynessa turned to see the chaos corrupted techpriest stand up. She felt a rush of sensation through her, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She felt enthralled by his presence but didn't let him take notice with strict words she began speaking. ''Hello its good you joined us. Now get to the slaaneshi camp if you can seize control of them then i will allow you in the council until then you are mine!''

Cultists swarmed the village once again, running in the splashing mud towards the village, ignoring Ilya, as he looked up he saw the distand silouete of a column of friendly tanks and infantry, he tried to call to them but the noise of battle and the mud in his mouth prevented him from doing so. A flash made him look up to the left and he saw his 2 hellhounds driving towards him, their heaby bolters cutting a path towards him, however they were not using their flamers. Ilya hoped it was because they didn't want to risk hurting him, not because they had run out of fuel. As the lead tank roared up beside him Ilya stood up and climbed onto the tank, within seconds the cultists were all over the tank, Ilya grabbed the heavy stubber and started firing at the cultists, knocking a few off the tank, but still they swarmed it.

''GET. OUT. OF. HERE!'' yelled Ilya as bullets and lasers whipped past him, and the tank began to reverse back towards the village, covered by hellhound number 2, As they backed up flame Lit up the cultists lines, and Ilya seethed with hatred as he fired his stubber.

Colm saw one of the Hellhound get swarmed and pull back.

"Support the hellhounds, cut those cultists of it!"

He fired his bolter into the cultist swarm happy to see fire spurt from the cannon. Colm shouted over the noise of battle.

"PUSH FORWARD! TAKE THE VILLAGE AND DRIVE THE TOO THE HILLS!"

His men spured forward driven by his words. They come up beside the hellhounds along side the Punishers still screaming bullets.

"You up there!" Colm shouted to a man on the nearists hellhounds turret. "Whos in charge!"

A bottle and a half lay empty on the shelf. Atris was lain back on her chair. She laughed hysterical as the contents of the bottles took affect. Colours grew more vivid as they took a hold of her mind.

"Ah, this is the life! I got a man, food, a job and my booze."

She cackled manically once more. She lifted herself up and began to walk.

Sgt. Cromwell lead his men down the hill, thrusting their bayonets into any cultists still squirming on the muddy ground. Sgt. Shaw followed with his flamer team, incinerating the more monsterous of the cultists. Cromwell reached the village walls, leading his men into the ruined houses. Clambering over rubble and timber, they took up positions overlooking the town square. The autocannon teams scanned the street, looking for any sign of movement.

Cromwell and his men burst from cover, and sprinted across the crater marked street. Leaping over broken bodies of cultists, they charged into a runined shop building. Leaping up the stairs, and turning into what was once a bedroom, Cromwell felt something pulling at his ankle. He kicked his heel back, shattering the nose of the wretch clawing at him. He plunged his bayonet into the wretchs neck. His men took up firing positions in each of the windows, smashing loose glass out of the way with their rifles.

Cromwell pressed his finger against his ear. "Position clear sir, minimal resistince, proceed with caution" he voxed.

"Copy that, rolling forward" replied Major Sherman. He slapped his palm onto his drivers sholdar, signalling him to drive. Sherman steadied himself
as the Chimera lurched forward.

"Sir, we're picking up friendly vox chatter, 2 klicks north east" reported vox operator Lee.

He was a bright lad, terrible shot, but eager to please thought Sherman. "Patch me through"

"This is Major Lancaster Sherman of the 14th Alustdor Dragoons. Thanks for the assist. Who am I talking to?"

A voice made Ilya stop firing for a moment.

''I don't bloody know! I was was just told by a runner to cover the retreet.....'' As he said that a voice came through the vox


"This is Major Lancaster Sherman of the 14th Alustdor Dragoons. Thanks for the assist. Who am I talking to?"

Ilya Shouted to the guy next to his tank '' I think this guy is!''

'' Major Sherman, this is Staff Sergeant Ilya of the 12th Light cavalry, nice to hear a friendly voice sir.''

The hellhounds kept firing into the cultists lines as Ilya took advantage of a lull in the battle to get back into his own hellhound. Radioing the friendlies that had come to his rescue

''Hey, thanks for rescuing us there, have you got a name?''

"Sergeant Teris of the 9th Gunbads." replied Colm's platoon vox carrier. "My Commander is talking to the commander of the hellhound colume. We need support. If you come around and into the side of the enemy push north of our position, we could do with the relief. If you can do that we'll be able to push these chaos scum back to the old front and hold there until the wounded are tended to. After we'll take about taking new grround but thats for later."

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''We have a hellhound column? I though my an my boys were the only hellhounds around, I belive shermans deployed in the villgae, if we drive them there we could trap them, I shall flank attack and try to force them that way''

Ilya let the vox speaker hang whilst he settled himself into his tank. The refeulling truck had driven up and had began to refeul all 3 tanks.

The grand halls of the fortress seemed to warp through time and space as Atris walked along. Time began to slow. Her thoughts drifted to Tarkus.

"Oh god, Tarkus! I need to get ready for him!"

"Sgt.llya and Sgt. Teris, we're pushing north through the village streets. As of yet resistince is minimal, we seem to have broken the first wave. More will be coming, take this chance to see to your wounded. A field station is set up within the farmhouse. Over"

Sherman closed the vox link, and heaved himself up and out of the chimeras turret. The chimera was parked in an alley looking out across the square infront. Thick smoke and clouds of dirt blocked their view of the buildings on the far side.

"Sgt. Shaw! Load your men into the other chimera! You have the glory of being the vanguard!"

Shaw grinned, he was more ogryn than man. Murder and conflict has always being a passion of Shaw, joining the guard was an obvious choice for him. "Yessir!" he yelled, as he began to jog with his men to the waiting transport. He squeezed his huge frame through the Chimeras rear door. The Chimera jerked into motion and began to rumble across the courtyard.

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Atris was sat in the canteen. Her mind was a lot clearer than earlier, the effects of the fluid wearing off. She was poking lumps of 'meat' with a blunted plastic fork.

"Oh, Ratlings. Filthy little buggers, unless you pay them a fortune you have to eat either wild berries or this gak."

Soldiers began to filter in as they returned for the night. Several were maimed, and more tried to swing by her, but to no avail.

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"I see you've returned relatively unscathed. So, now that we're here, what do you wanna do?"

Atris grinned at Tarkus. She placed her hand on his shoulder and began to rub the wound.

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Atris undid the laces and unwrapped the package. Inside lay pieces of fine meats and fruits.

"I know a drink that'll go great with this!"

She pulled out the same alien bottle. It was half empty, yet it still contained enough drink for two glasses.

"Want a glass? You need something to take your mind off of that wound."

She proceeded to grab a pair of steel cups and pour in the blue liquid.

"Thank you for the meal, by the way. It means a lot, having actual food."

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"All of these guys just buy whatever they can afford with daddy's money and give it to me. Fools."

The sergeant took another mighty gulp of the liquid. Her speech began to slur as the world slowly became lively.

"You wanna come to my room? I've got plenty of other things we could try..."

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Gareva lifted his head and exited the tent and headed over to the force of Slaanesh warriors ha this would be fun. Gareva arrived outside the camp all around him the depraved cultists gathered.
"Well what do we have here?" One cultist said but as he walked up to the new Slaanesh commander he was grabbed by Gareva and his mighty claw plunged into his chest, as death began to take hold he saw a mighty tongue come out from under the hood and plunged into the cultist's head. Gareva threw the warrior down.
"Oh I could taste his soul so who else would like to take me on or will you bow to me?" all around Gareva saw the warriors bow but one remained stud up Gareva sighed, lifted his bolter and fired.
"Right anybody else? No good! NOW FORM RANKS!” Gareva said as his new force lined up. Gareva headed toward the Tzeencth female’s tent. Gareva headed inside and bowed his head to her
“Well I have my force you divine beauty!” Gareva said as his silk-like tongue exited his hood.
“Oh you are a beauty…” Gareva said as he walked around the Female warrior lifting her hair and smelling it “oh the sweet smell of passion and hate but we have more important things to do. I have one thing to ask? What is in it for me in the alliance apart from a new friend” Gareva said looking at the divine Female but he knew it would be dangerous and it would not end well.

Danielle had loitered around for what seemed like forever, she spent day after day in the camp, but no damn officer had yet approached her. She went in for meals then found an area to curl up in the base of the bunker. She saw the disorginazation In this garrison was major. She would regularly pace down the roads in camp, waiting for someone to notice she was a different guardsman than the others, but no one ever did. 2 soldiers stumbled by, staggering, probably from alchohol. She recognized the uniform of the female as at least some sort of commanding officer, so she decided to follow them. It was urgent her news would be delivered, and also that she saw some combat before created her own.

Chaos had its perks. Sam thought as he blasted an Imperial in the head with his bolt pistol. Zhufor had given him one from a real space marine and Sam had taken great pains to rework it to a more manageable size, and now he used it with as much success as Exodus. He had also redone the case on his Inferno Pistol to include a symbol of Nurgle and a fly. The lines of vehicles smashed together, Chimeras jolting as they smashed. Sam sought out the new commissar. It had become his new obsession ever since intel had been reported that Ciaphas Cain himself was soon to be deployed to Alustdor specifically to kill him. Sam was honored, he had idolized Cain at the Schola, and they were brothers in arms on the baseball diamond. He wanted to see the man again, he wouldn't even kill him probably, just turn him. If Cain went along with it, then he would be a great man like Sam, if not then Sam would break him. Sam cancelled his musings as someone shot him from behind. He turned on his heel and saw the new commissar. It was the opposite of Sam, a stout little bitch, with a camo cloak to try and hide him. Sam held up his hand and blew in his direction. Nurgle's wind spouted from his lips and the new commissar was enthralled by Nurgle's Rot. Sam loaded him into his chimera and readied himself to return. He saw a Vulture overhead and aimed to shoot, but then he thought of Tarkus and used the shot on a lucky Imperial that had hopped on a Chimera's heavy bolter, splattering gore on the inside of the vehicle. Sam took what he could and was awarded a new Russ and three Chimeras. Not bad for a small skirmish, even if they were slightly battle damaged. He would have Garevra handle it. His armies howled as they left, shooting back when possible. He decided to visit the Khorne corner when he returned. He liked Zhufor, even if his kill-all nature got annoying at dinner. He sat down at the Terminator's desk and tossed down the bag of skulls he had collected this week. Each man that fought well was rewarded with his skull laying on that table. Zhufor looked up from his etching, emblazoning a Khorne symbol on a new skull and nodded.
"How was today?" He asked as he dug.
"Good, I collected a few new vehicles and turned another new one. They are really bottom-feeding now, this guy musta been part Ratling." Sam said, picking up a skull. It was from a trooper who had gone crazy in a battle and tore a stubber from a tank and shot Sam multiple times. When Sam closed on him, the man didn't run but used the weapon as a club. There was a nice clean hole in the middle of the forehead from where Exodus had taken him. Sam grabbed an etching tool and began on the Khorne symbol.
"Damn shame. They oughta consider that Tarkus fellow, you spoke highly of his combat prowess." Zhufor said lazily, etching all the while.
"Yeah, I heard they might deploy Cain. That would be a treat." Sam said, detailing the symbol.
"Huh, hero of the Imperium, that Cain?" Zhufor said, a look of bored surprise crawling across his face.
"The very one. I trained with him at the Schola. Hell of a ball player." Sam said as he finished the skull.
"Oh yeah? We should play one time, space marines vs cultists." Zhufor said and chuckled.
"Ha, as if you could handle this pitching." Sam joked.
"Yeah, you look soooooo threatening." Zhufor said sarcastically. Sam put down his skull after a quick inspection and stood up.
"I'll see you round, I'm gonna go check on Lyn." Sam said and left.

The two sergeants walked onwards, unaware of the woman that was behind them. They were at the door of the hab-blocks when she spoke and revealed herself.

"Excuse me? Am I invisible to you?"

Atris turned to see the new soldier. She was astonished by how she had got in. Surely her officers and peers were more competent?

"Halt. Are you the scum of Chaos? Or a loyalist? You wear the uniform of us."

Lynessa felt completely enthralled by his presence, his tongue touched her long hair, she almost fell to the ground from the sensation. She began speaking. ''Yes...you uhm will gain... command over the slaaneshi forces....and become part of the council.'' She couldn't hold herself in anymore, she rushed towards him it was over she was as a slave to him now.

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Gareva garbbed the woman, his tongue slivers up the woman's neck.
"Ah I understand your temptation." Gareva said letting the woman continue her passion but then Gareva slowly lifted his claw and gripped the woman's throat.
"But even though I would love to do this we have more serious matters to attend. Do you agree?" Gareva said releasing his grip. Suddenly a Slaanesh cultists barged in.
"My lord I..." But he was stopped when Gareva put a bolter round into his chest.
"I'm busy! Later we will continue this" Gareva said livering his tongue along the woman's body.
"By the way what is your name?" Gareva said.

Lynessa began speaking the words barely came out sa the pleasure was to large ''I..mmm am lynessa.. Captain of the... tzeentch forces here.''
His power and the pleasure he was bringing was huge she couldn't hold it in anymore

A couple of minutes later.

Lynessa was laying on her bed allong With the techpriest she was exhausted but also very very pleased
She began speaking with a voice filled with love ''And you kind man, mind saying your lovely name?''

Sam walked into the tent. They say that nothing is more disgusting than Nurgle, and the mere sight of him causes retching. Sam had just disproved this and nearly threw up on the floor.
"feth! YOU TWO SHOULD FEEL SORRY FOR MAKING ME SEE THIS! gak I NEED A DRINK" Sam said and grabbed a thing of amasec from the table and downed it in a few chugs. He looked back to the stunned couple and deemed himself drunk enough to not want to rip out his eyes.
"Okay, whash gon on now? We got two counshil membersh fuggin like rabitsh in a meeting? Shittttttttt" Sam said and walked over to his desk, promptly falling asleep.

Colm left with his men. llya was covering the right flank, and Sherman the Right. He would push up the middle and then round to the right with Ilya to meet Sherman and his men. Maybe then this slaughter would be over, and then later the rest of the war on this planet would hopfully follow.

"Drive these dogs back into the backwater from were they spawned! Now we win this!"

The hellhounds moved out, his platoons guns fired, and the auto cannons in the distance opened up again. Now they would take back this village, bring back the line, and repel whatever the feth heads had to throw at them.

Mortars crashed into the ground shattering buildings and mutilating men. Women screamed and children cried, orders were being barked to form some kind of order amongst the chaos amongst the dockyard. Many ships had already left carrying those smart enough to leave early, ironically that was their entire HQ staff and High command. All forms of communication and chain of command now sailed away into the sunset. Any form of airlift out of here was impossible due to the enemy fighters knocking everything out of the sky and straffing the stranded troops.
"Blasted heretics can't they give us a minutes peace" muttered Warrant officer Bragg as more shells landed into the bay, exploding in the murky water and splashing high in the air. Captain Aubrey ignored the comment staring at the huge crowd that had developed, people desperate to get onto the few vessels at the end of the warf. Guardsmen held them back, wrestling with the unruley crowd with their rifles. Aubrey waded through the crowd to the overwhelmed men guarding the dock. The men let him through and he proceeded to a Sergeant who was busy checking a stores list. He was a rather overwieght fellow, typical for support staff more use to a warehouse then a warzone.
"What the feth is holding up the evacuation?" asked the captain.
"Sir, high command has deemed we transport the general's personal affects and our men first"
"No, let the civilians on first and dump the bloody furniture, your men can hold here till the ships come back"
"But sir, surely you can't be serious, my men- we- we've never seen combat- surely you don't expect us to stay in this mess". The fat mans cheeks turned red and he developed a sweat.
"The lives of Imperial citizens are more important then your comfort, sergeant!"
"These orders are directly from the brass" he snapped, "and I'll be damned-"
The sergeant jumped a little and stopped his disobedience the second he heard the captain's pistol cock.
"Y-y-yes sir, we'll board them right away!" The sergeant quickly waddled away.
Bragg smiled devilishly behind him and quickly went about yelling into the support staff chasing them off the barge and back to the front lines.
"Private Bray" the captain called. "Signal all units, tell them to fall back to the city and dig in, also tell them Captain Aubrey of Second Sabre Company has taken charge of this fight".

Gareva stud up from the bed and walked over to the exit of the tent.
"I am Gareva!" He said as he exited the tent and headed back to the Slaanesh camp, when he arrived his warriors rushed to him.
"My lord we have risen your might tent!" One of the cultists said. Gareva looked at the great tent what a beautiful display of colour, Gareva entered the tent and saw a great chair next to it were two female imperial guard each still in their armour. Gareva walked forward and saw a great bed chamber, he continued forward and sat on his new throne. Next to him the two female guards were chained to the floor shuffled away from Gareva, Gareva inhaled.
"Ah I can smell their virginity! Oh it's sweet!" He said turning to look at them, both of them looked him in terror.
"My lord do you like?" A cultist said.
"Yes I do! Bring Lynessa!" Gareva said to the cultist.

[an hour later]
Sam was awake, albeit with a splitting headache, and ready to fight. He looked around for someone in charge. The first man he found was another Commissar. She was looking over the fighter bay as they readied themselves. It was one of the first ones he had turned to chaos, a great shot just like Sam, the two had fired lasbolts at each other and the two had hit against each other and exploded in a red firework. Then and there she went to her knee and pledged allegiance to Sam. She had taken the path of Tzeentch and was very organized, making a perfect addition to the commissarial team Sam was making to improve the forces.
"Amber, whats goin down over here?" He asked, knocking her hat so it fell over her eyes. She laughed and straightened it out.
"Well I would be supervising our fighters, but a certain ass has decided that it would be a better idea to make me engage in mindless conversation." She joked and smiled. Her eyes were a soft brown with a small gold ring around the pupil and her hair was much the same, mostly a chocolaty brown, but with a blonde area at the tips. She smiled and tipped Sam's hat back with one finger.
"Well then maybe I'll just leave." Sam said with a smile.
"Fine, but you have to join me for dinner then." Amber replied.
"I may well take you up on that." Sam said and walked off, waiting for night

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"So... Tarkus, still don't have any plans?"

Atris giggled madly. She kissed Tarkus on the cheek, stumbling down the corridor and almost falling. Again, she giggled. The bottle was almost empty, but no worry. She had plenty more to sample.

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Lynessa was walking on the courtyard now her forces had been deployed for inspection again. The main force that she was expecting finally arrived she was originally send as a vanguard so that her main force would land unopposed.

She saw 400 men clad in carapace armor and armed with las guns, plasma guns and a personal favorite of hers enhanced long las rifles. They where very popular with her it was basically a long las that was slightly shortened so it could be used as a bolt action rifle.
Another 50 of them had a blue and green motive on their carapace armor and had hot shot lasguns with them, they where the elite she had included them in her services when she met a group of Prospero Spireguard they where the most trained of them all.
The drilling was continuing for a while now she had to supervise them on her own because she had send her own 50 enforcer/trainers to help Gareva with training and organizing the slaaneshi.
She returned to the training.

"Sure, sure, jes take me past my room. Speaking of which, are you sure you wanna go in there? I'm sure somebody so high and MIGHTY will be out of their comfort!"

Atris snorted. She thought it was a good joke.

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"I... I think you're right."

Atris leaned on the door, falling through on the other side. The wardrobe was still open, filled with intricately detailed glass bottles containing their intoxicating liquids. She propped herself up.

"Take your pick."

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Gareva looked at one of the guards and walked over to her, she was a storm-trooper he could tell from the markings on her helmet and armour.
"Ooooh my new forces knows what I like! HAHAHAHA" he said with his tongue slivering out from his hood, he removed her helmet the look of terror on her face made Gareva happy. Suddenly a group of warriors entered, Gareva sighed and turned around.
"Yes what do you require, food, drink, pleasure? Well OUT WITH IT!" Gareva yelled.
"Lynessa sent us to assist you with training your forces." One of them spoke.
"Hmmmm you! At the front, come here." Gareva said pointing to the floor in front of him, the warrior walked other.
"Yes what do you wi...." He said before Gareva grabbed him and plunged his tongue into the man's skull. After about a minute Gareva dropped the corpse.
"Ah you are her enforcers and you are very skilled! Ha she has sent her best. Come let us train the men. You drag that body and feed it to something!" Gareva said as he exited the tent with the enforcers.
"LINE UP TRAINING WILL BEGIN!" Gareva yelled to his force.
"Right train my force well or you will die!" he said as he entered his tent. He looked at the female storm-trooper and the other guard she was just a regular guard nothing special but he could see she had beautiful red hair.
"Ah your a beauty." he said his tongue slivered along the side of her face, she was whispering something Gareva moved his head closer, she repeated "emperor protect me." Gareva burst out laughing.
"Not even your emperor will stop me! But don't worry I'll save you till last the other one will feel my cold body against her first" he said and she began to cry. Gareva turned around and left his tent, he was going to see Lynessa.

Morning lit the Hab block up, revealing the ugly scars left by the raging battle. A captain made his way back from the horrible scene to the rear echelons, hunting for someone. Aubrey stepped into the building, leaving all the death and destruction outside. An armed guard marched behind him dragging a bloodied woman by the arms. The corridor was filled with sleeping soldiers and as he walked past them his guard behind him snatched them up, beat them a little then sent them on their way to front line which was barely holding.

He counted the dorm numbers finally reaching a familiar room. With a swift kick the door bursted open. Two sergeants lay inside, one on the bed and the other sprawled on the floor completely passed out. The captain nodded to one of his guard who moved in with a bucket of ice cold water. The guard threw it over the sleeping veteran sergeant who woke with a startled yelp.
"Morning princess" the guard taunted.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Amber asked.
"I have had plenty of experience in crafts like this, don't worry." Sam replied, settling into the pilot seat of a corrupted Aquilla lander. Amber settled in behind him and they both put on the headsets.
"But what do we do if we get shot down?" Amber asked. Sam turned around and fixed her headset so that it was the right size. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
"We'll be okay, I promise." Sam said and turned forward. Servitors opened the hangar bay and Sam roared into action. He primed his autocannon and heard Amber's lascannons warm up. Sam took to the air as soon as he was out of the doors, climbing to a perfect altitude. Almost immediately a "Missile incoming" alert blazed across the HUD. Sam located it and a quick burst of autocannon fire cleaned the slate. He picked up the firer, an Arvus lighter surrounded by three craft similar to Sam's.
"Fire on the body guards." He said to Amber and in response two lascannons blazed with a fiery crack and one of the guard ships exploded in fire. The other one picked up and zoomed toward them, his own lascannons blazing. Sam dodged the shots and pumped autocannon fire into the cockpit, turning the pilot into a bloody smear. The gunner tried to pick up, but too late. The ship turned into a fireball when it hit the ground. The last ship came at them differently. It had a reinforced plate and the lascannon shot Amber fired went wide. Its assault cannon whirred into action and Sam stood up slightly to protect Amber, taking a few rounds in his chest. Sam cursed and fired the autocannon, its shots pinging off the front armor.
"Amber, switch." Sam said and the two flipped positions, a function built into the ship.
"Take me next to them and open the canopy." Sam said and Amber nodded. She came right above the other ship and put up a psychic bubble around her face before opening the canopy. Sam took the icy wind and leapt out, narrowly grabbing the enemy's assault cannon. He swung his legs up onto the canopy and pulled himself up. He drew his combat knife and bashed it ineffectively against the canopy. The ace tried to roll, but Sam held fast. He drew his bolt pistol and almost shot but then thought better. He put it away and took out his Inferno Pistol. Its shot vaporized glass, pilot, and gunner alike. The plane came down. Sam saw Amber diving after it and went to the tail. As she zoomed over, Sam grabbed a landing gear and hung on while the ace's ship exploded a few hundred feet below. Sam climbed to the wing and Amber opened the canopy again and he climbed in.
"Never. Again." He said and let out a massive sigh.
"I'll take that into account twinkle-toes, and thanks for the save from that assault cannon by the way." Amber said.
"Bah it was nothing, just a flesh wound." Sam said.
"Now lets ice this Arvus, okay?" Amber said. Sam shot the lascannons at its tail in response and it died in fire.
"Take us in, mission accomplished." Sam said and allowed himself some rest.

The guard dragged in the beaten woman and threw her to the ground in front of Tarkus.
"Say hello to are our friend Danielle"
The woman tried to prompt herself on her arms but collapsed, blood collecting on the floor from her nose. Tarkus groaned and looked at the woman with sunken red eyes.

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"You see, shes been giving us a fair bit of information about you two. Seems her expertise is spying, for our side or theirs we don't know yet. She is a fighter though, the Sarn't major got to her first and she doesn't seem to be giving up anything"

"I'm not happy with what she's told me about you though" A guard moved in slamming the butt of his rifle into the sobering sergeant's ribs.

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The guards moved into the room from behind him all raising their lasguns.
"Sit down sergeant"

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"It's not what I want, it's what you want " the captain pulled a chair in front of himself and sat down.
'Do you want to stay in this company or do you want to be whipped clean of your flesh and be put in the stockade?"
The captain stared deeply at the man, his respirator giving nothing away of his face.

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Atris stirred from her deep slumber reluctantly, her head consumed by a throbbing headache that seemed to course through her body. She could vaguely make out the outlines of two men.

"Ta... Tarkus? Is that you? C'mere..."

She tried to peel her heavy body from the filthy mat, quickly collapsing under her weight.

"Well sergeant, what you have done wrong was thinking you could feth around with sleeping beauty over there"
Atris had sleeped through the whole commotion.
"I also want to know why I didn't recieve one bit of intel back from that poor excuse of a mission"

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"Seriously, who's there? If you're sneaking through my wardrobe..."

The sergeant rubbed her eyes, only to find herself cornered by the captain. She grasped the blanket around her body.

"Oh... god... You'd better have a reason for this..."

"Unlike you sergeant I am running a war, not a brothel, and you are lucky I don't put you before a court martial"
The guards grabbed the hung over Atris dragging her into another chair, which she slumped over in.
"As to the mission, it was the one I gave this sack of gak"
He stomped his foot on the ground making the groggy Atris jump in her chair then hold her head in pain.
"What I need now is someone to complete it, something that should have been done a week ago"
Aubrey produced a folder, with a stamp in the shape of the letter I.
"This time I want it done properly, even though this time we have no way to support you like we would a week ago"
He handed the manifesto to the veteran sergeant and sat back in his chair waiting for him to read it.

Sam woke up as the ship landed.
"Great flying, thanks for the ride." He said groggily as they hopped out of the plane.
"Yeah, that wasn't a bad idea after all." Amber replied.
"I've got a meeting to attend, but I'll see you later." Sam said and started in the direction of Lynessa's tent.
"Don't think I've forgotten you owe me dinner! I'll see you at seven tonight in my tent." Amber called after him.
"Of course your majesty." Sam said, turning and bowing before walking out. Amber chuckled and set to organizing the planes again. Sam went to Lynessa's tent and found her and the Slaaneshi tech-priest together, this time not locked in a brain-frying circle on the bed.
"So, we are here to judge the overall desires of this campaign. Any suggestions?" Sam said as he settled down into his throne.

"Fether. Too big for his dress up boots."

Atris turned his head to Tarkus. He flicked through the document that he had been presented with, too deeply engaged to care about her.

"Tarkus? Ya think that you could just help me a tad?"

Her eyes winced at the bright bulb. Her head still throbbed.

Lynessa was sitting on her throne the other 2 where looking at her she began speaking. ''Gentleman the past assaults all have failed because of an idiotic use of manpower and wrong deployment. I advice that we dig in. We make an impregnable fortress in this area and begin training our forces, i have struck a deal with a trader to bring a weapon shipment in a couple of days. With those weapons we can trade the stubbers most of our men have with better and more useful las guns. Also i need to get an idea of the enemy defenses otherwise we can't do anything. Now i have an idea for that commissar you have a habit for converting enemy troops don't you? Send one of them out to act as they are still loyal to the enemy and scout their forces out.''
She turned to the techpriest ''My love if you wouldn't mind, it would be most useful if you allow me to use the manpower of yours to rapidly make large trench networks.''

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"I couldn't agree more, but you also forget who your talking too. Why bother sending one of my valued underlings when we all remember how we left it?" Sam asked eith a sarcastic smile.

"Oh... god... Why are you in my room? Am I involved in this?"

Atris rested her head on Tarkus.

"Yes one other thing... if you fail... lets just say the consequences are quite brutal"
His guards moved in to snatch up Sergeant Atris.
"We will need her to stay here... as leverage, just in case you get any ideas of running away together".

Gareva Looked at the other chaos warriors.
"Lynessa you may take control of my forces for the trenches." he said, but when he looked around he felt uncomfortable around the male chaos commander's guards.
"Hmmmm I taste fear in the air!" Gareva said as he looked around, when he looked back he saw a guardsman being dragged through the camp.
"I see we have so entertainment being provided. But I will provide the food and drink!" Gareva said, he clicked his fingers and 5 cultists come in the tent with divine foods and wine.
"Right let us discuss while we feast" Gareva said.

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Ilya radioed the other column that hes ready to begin the advance,

''To all hellhounds, advance slowly round the flank, keep firing into the village unless you friendlies, only stop on my my mark, 12TH CAVALRY...adVANCE!''

The hellhounds began their slow advance on the flank, all 3 almost touching side by side, their flame cannons creating a wall of flame whilst the heavy bolters mowed down those cultists that got through the firewall.

Ilya was hoping the rest of the army had evacuated and the order to withdraw was coming soon, he didn't know how much punishment his hellhounds and the rearguard could take.

"Damn it."

Atris staggered to her feet. The throbbing didn't matter now.

"Tell me what I have to do with this, captain, or get out. Tarkus is nothing but a friend."

''Well i see no problem with that.'' Lynessa said with a smile she stood up and walked of towards her wardrobe to change clothes.

5 minutes later

She had put on a lovely blue with purple dress when you looked at it the dress seemed to shift colors and form.
she had also pulled on the necklace she used to interrogate that women with. As long as it was deactivated it made for a pretty darn nice accessory its blue glowing eye laying on her breasts she walked inside and began speaking. ''Lets continue this council the won't we.''

"Oh you are more than friends, my little spy here can confess to that"
He nudged the crumpled over woman with his foot.
"Take thses two away"

"That means bugger all. How do we even know she's one of us?"

Atris leered at the stranger. The captain needed to answer her.

"What do I have to do with this captain? I can take on your 'guards' easily."

"Very well. It has been made apparent by our recon teams that the base has moved to the town. So I suggest shelling them with artillery first and then moving in. I will lead the Khorne forces in a diversionary attack on the right flank as soon as the shelling stops while you wait for an hour then bring the other forces in to hit them in the front. Does this sound like a plan?" Sam asked, lazily tossing one of the skulls on the table up and catching it.

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"Tell me now, or get out. I have no secrets. Am I not allowed to get along with my peers?"

Atris staggered a bit.

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Atris stared at the captain. He had been bothering her long enough. She took hold of him.

"You know... I could give you a cuddle if it would make you better..."

The sergeant began to hug him, not caring of the fact she was in her underwear. She rocked him from side to side as though he was a crying infant.

Gareva watched the male commander throwing the skull in the the air over and over again, Gareva grew tired of this his tongue shot from is hood and grabbed the skull mid-air and crushed it.
"Can we focus now since I broke your new toy!" Gareva snarled.
"Right Lynessa take 3/4 of my forces I will send the rest to provide a distraction on the left flank. I'll build defences such as heavy bolter turrets, I may worship a new god but I still have my skills!" He said as a ripped a chunk of flesh from the leg of some unknown beast.

Colm and his men pushed forward keeping close to the debres and heeped cultist bodies, using them for cover. He could hear the roar of the heavy flame cannons and chatter of bolters too his left flank. Too his now right he heard the autocannons now closer than ever.

"Teris! Send a message to Ilya! Tell him to bring his me round and push in our direction, meet us and we'll all push to Shermans location for the final push out of the village and to a holding position on the out-skirts of this feth hole! Send somthing similar to Major Sherman!"


Ilya recieved the message and excecuted the order. BotH Major Sherman and Captain Colm were weighing the current hopes of success on his shoulders.

"Bring it round" he ordered hellhounds 2 and 3 calmly.

They moved in and meet Colm, leaving no cultists alive.


Colm and Ilya were now both at Major Shermans location.

"Sir! We're going to make the push to the holding zone! When we do, I'll need some of your strongest, with your permission of course! I have a plane to collect all lasguns and set them to over charge to explode on the enemy when we're order to retreat!" Colm shouted over hell. "Permission!?"

The chimera advanced towards the enemy held buildings. They had dug in well, concealing their numbers in the rubble filled buildings. Small arms fire scratched the paint on Sgt. Shaws chimera, as it rumbled headlong into the enemies position. It's heavy bolter and multi laser pinning them behind what cover they could find. Sgt. Cromwell and his squad provided accurate covering fire, as Shaw lead his men out of the chimeras rear hatch. A las round struck Shaw in the shoulder, causing him to dive into cover. He swung his heavy flamer around, lighting up the street, his men did the same. The inferno ingulfed the buildings, swallowing the cultists in fire and smoke. Shaw and his men advanced, burning everything before them.

Cromwell lead his men through the narrow alleyways quickly and quietly. Cromwell threw himself against a wall and reached for his grenades. He nodded to a nearby trooper, who kicked a rotten door down and dove back into cover. Cromwell tossed a pair of frags into the door way. A satisfying thud followed, and his men stormed in, bayonets at the ready. Clad in a combination of crudely forged plates and scavenged armour, a chaos champion cracked his heavy fist into Cromwells side. Combat stimulants pumped through his veins, he swore an oath of devotion to his dark gods, and charged into Cromwell. The sergent rolled out of his way, holding onto his cracked ribs, and fired his las pistol into the back of the champion. It only seemed to enrage him more. As he swung back around, Cromwell kicked his knee as hard as he could. The champions leg bent backwards, toppling his heavy frame, he fell heavily into the dirt. Cromwell dove for his lasgun, switched it to full auto, and fired at the champion. Blood sprayed the walls around him, Cromwell didn't stop firing untill it was an unrecognizable pulp of flesh and bone. He had seen these heretics get up from injuries that should kill any man, and wasn't taking any chances.


"Sir! We're going to make the push to the holding zone! When we do, I'll need some of your strongest, with your permission of course! I have a plane to collect all lasguns and set them to over charge to explode on the enemy when we're order to retreat!" Colm shouted over hell. "Permission!?"

"Permission granted. Sgt. Dunkirk and his men shall assist you." said Sherman.

Lynessa was shouting on the cultists now. They where busy digging the trenches with a whip she began encouraging the occasional cultist to work harder.
It was beginning to take form now. She had also ordered to make strongpoints where heavy weapons could be located.
Lynessa wanted to make this camp impenetrable so lynessa could begin making gareva loyal to her. She saw him doing things with those slaves and she wouldn't let it continue.

"Come on... You know you want to..."

Atris rested her head on his shoulder.

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Sam saw a Khornate cultist coming from the trenches as he was preparing the assault force. He was taking Zhufor and twenty Slaanseshi meat shields. It was a Chimera-mounted distraction, hitting hard on the right flank while the others waited. The shelling began.
"CULTIST!" Sam screamed over the thud thud thud of the artillery.
"YOU JUST EARNED A POSITION IN THE VANGUARD WITH ME! MOUNT UP!" Sam shouted and led them to the Chimeras

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Sam shot the late Cultist a look. He thought he had drilled all imperfection out of them. Sam could hear the barrage going off a few miles up ahead. He sat on the bench across from the Khorne cultist.
"What is your name boy? I thought that I had alleviated this force from such imperfections as lateness. Also, the Slaaneshi are meant to dig the trenches, not you. Explain yourself.

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Aubrey pushed the sergeant off himself, her naked form crashing to the ground looking up at him with confused eyes.
"Clean this whore up", he said with disgust. His men moved in and dragged her out of the room. She was kicking, thrashing and screaming until a a guard swifty grang his boot to her face. She slumped over, the men now dragging her to the shower blocks by her limp arms.
"Now that this is sorted..." the captain thought, as he moved back outside, back to the war that needed his attention.

"Little turd... TOO BIG FOR YOUR TOY SOLDIER BOOTS?!"

Atris was left on the cold floor of the shower blocks. The guardsmen began to watch her.

"Bugger off, boy. I've got more pressing matters than trying to woo you."

"Well you can re-prove your mettle here, so get ready. The shelling has stopped, so we are there in thirty." Sam said and went right up to the ramp. Zhufor was practically shaking with anticipation. A spinning sensation and a thud signaled their arrival. The bay opened and the men rushed out

Lynessa had stopped the slaaneshi from digging so they could participate in the battle.
She was leading the warhost now but instead of an unorganized rabble they where a well formed up las gun armed force, with some enforcers walking through their lines the moral was kept at an all time high.
The tzeentchian elite where going to assault the weakened city after the slaaneshy bodies had battered their defences but for now it was still endless walking towards the city.

Blood curdling screams began to fill the air. Battlecries and shanties sounded as bolters and chainswords were hoisted.

"CAN'T YOU HEAR THAT, LAD? WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! GET ME OUT NOW!"

A guardsman turned around.

"Hey, if you want to get down with Metalface over their, how about I get a go?"

Atris was shocked. The forces of the enemy were at their door, yet he was more interested in getting the sergeant's attention.

"IDIOT! WE'RE GONNA DIE! LET ME GO!"

He began to kiss her on the lips, slowly embracing her.

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Gareva finish fixing defences in the camp.
"Hmmmm what is that strange sent!" he said, he followed it. It led to the trenches.
"Hmmmm what is this sweet smell?" He said walking along the front line, he left his forces and headed towards the Tzeentch forces until he found the beginning...it was Lynessa.
"Ahh my love you smell divine!" he walked up to her and grabbed her, his tongue extended out.
"Oh your divine body......I want it!" He said rubbing his hands along her. One of her warriors tried to stop him but Gareva shoved his claw through the man's chest.
"I will have you after this battle!" Gareva yelled heading back to his men.
"RIGHT YOU PATHETIC BAGS OF FLESH WHERE ARE MY TURRETS I ORDERED? GET DEFENCES ALONG THIS LINE YOU SAID EXCUSES OF LIFE!" He yelled is tongue slivering back inside his hood.

Atris kicked her tied legs at his chest.

"GET OFF ME! THIS IS A BATTLE, NOT SOME SORT OF BROTHEL!"

She spat in his face, which was met in return by the butt of a Lasgun to her eye. It was bruised black and blue.

"You will do as you are told!"

The man unbuckled his belt, and once more took up his position.

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Lynessa felled weird she wanted to jump on him at that moment directly but knew that that would be a dumb action so she began speaking with a voice so kind and soft it startled the few men who could hear it ''Yes my love i will await you in my tent after this battle.''

She turned around to her own troops and shouted ''Alright men, the changer of ways is gonna get a sacrifice now! Prepare the marks to be deployed we will show them the power of daemonic arms!''

Her men shouted in agreement and began marching at twice the speed. 10 soldiers all bearing marks of tzeentch where marching up front and when they reached a suitable position halted, they simultaneously put their marks in the ground and threw human slaves on each one. The heavenly fire consumed each and every one of them and daemons came rushing out of the created portal.

The guardsman began to take off the small amount of clothing that Atris was wearing. Somebody began billowing out in the hall. It sounded like Tarkus.

"TARKUS?! HELP!"

The man hit her in the face again and began his vile act. Surely Tarkus could hear her? Surely?

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"Tarkus!"

She struggled on the floor.

"Help me?"

Sam was in a rage, seven seperate knives lodged in his midsection and twice the amount of gun wounds. A trooper popped from behind a block of concrete and Sam put a bolt shell in his head. Zhufor made a bloody ruin of a bunker full of guardsmen. This assault was going along well, Sam pooped a little.

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Atris snatched her combat uniform off the floor and got herself clothed. She grasped her ornate power sabre and a bottle of liquid. She ran out to find the purple-robed body of a cultist in the corridor, with Tarkus shouting. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and burst out of the door.

"C'mon, Tarkus, get out of those stupid clothes and get out of the town!"

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"Well at least I'm not on his side."

Atris leaped out of the window onto the rubble and ash that lay below.

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"Away from them!"

Atris dodged an incoming club before severing the cultist in two with a single sweep of her power sword.

"GO! GO! GO!"

She ran into the murky distance.

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Gareva watched over the battle after he helped his force build his defenses.
“I grow tired of waiting! I will assault them myself!" he said as he climbed out of his trench and began to advise to the enemy's line
"Come and take me you fouls!" he yelled as 2 squads of 10 guardsmen advanced towards him, Gareva lifted his bolter and fired taking out 12 of them the rest manage to get into close quarters with him. Gareva grabs them with his claw crushing bone and cutting flesh, until one remained Gareva's slimy tongue exited his hood and forced its way through the guards eye his screams of pain made Gareva smile.
"Ah this was fun let me feast on your soul!" he said as he continued on towards the Guard lines. Until a mighty volley of las-fire cut through Gareva's armour and robes, he dropped to the floor in a great thud.
"You....think that will.....stop ME!" He yelled as he got back up and still advanced. His forces saw that they would loss their leader and rushed out from their trench and dragged him back to his camp, where they lay him on his large bed.

Danielle staggered up onto her feet, her body filled with a burning pain, but she staggered after the 2 officers, she would prove herself. She turned back and headed to the chamber where the captain had... "extracted" the information from her. Grabbing up her weapons, she sprinted into the murk, wiping the blood from her nose and from a nasty cut above her eye. She shot a cultist with her las-pistol, and continued, following the footprints in the dirt. She would find them.

Lynessa was standing on the front lines the battle was going great and losses on the enemy side where rising. She prepared to move in and cleanse the city when suddenly she saw a runner rush towards her and began speaking. ''My.. lady..ga..ga..gareva has been .... wounded!''
Lynessa looked at him with tears coming into her eyes. But she began taking the initiative again ''All forces we withdraw back to the camp! Anyone who is left behind will either be killed by the enemy or by my enforcers! move move move!''

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Lynessa rushed into gareva's tent and saw him laying on a large bed she decided she would treat him herself and began putting bandages on him. She needed to remember that she should steal a surgeon or two.
She would stay by his side until he was his old self again, she began taking of her clothes. She took her side beside him she would not leave him until every wound was healed!

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They had done it. They were out of the village, the holding zone theirs. Colm gathered the men he had available for the weapons and explosives gathering and sent them of with orders to bring back everything, they even had three chimeras to carry gathered equippment. Colm then had two more squads prepare the areas were the explosions and obsticales would be layed down. These defences would hold the ciltists of long enough, along with the help of the squads who volounteered to retreat last, for the main force of the Guard here to retreat to the troop ships ecacuating the high command and civilions. This small victory off which they had won was only a delay in the lose of this already lost, and helpless world. He didn't want to think about it, and like his men he didn't want to be part of it. He knew he would likly die with his men along with his men, Major sherman and Staff Sargeant Ilya probable knew it too, they just didn't want to admit it, or let their men see it.

They sat together now, the three of them, talking and discusing how they would get the majority of their forces out alive.

Sam picked up the Tzeentchian cultist and slammed him against a wall.
"WHERE IS SHE?" He shouted, voice harsh and deep.
"I don't know sir, honest." The cultist said. Sam dropped him and went to the command tent. He kicked in the door and found nobody. He remembered that they had retreated because that Gareva or whatever had been wounded. He went to its tent and kicked in the door. He found a naked Lynessa laying there stroking its chest.
"WHAT THE feth IS WRONG WITH YOU? MY PLAN WAS WORKING, WE COULD HAVE TAKEN THE TOWN!" Sam shouted furiously.

''So what are we going to do now? my hell hounds are in terrible shape..''

Behind him Ilyas tanks busily repaired the 3 hellhounds, making the odd modification here and there while patching up the damage that hed been done byt he forces of chaos. One tank had had part of it's hull turned to a writhing mass of tentacles, and the tankers had called in a techpriest ot oversee that particular repair.

''aprently the retreet is finished, the question is, how do we get out alive?''

''Well commissar i am here to treat our techmarine and make sure he wont die! And your plan will still work the men are expanding the trenches towards the city the loyalists will be put under siege in no time if they don't get help.
And now it would be best if you left'' She said with a menacing look in her eyes. 2 spireguard arrived and began speaking. ''sir it would be best if you remove yourself from this tent immediately this is a private area!'' they raised their hellguns and another 4 normal veterans arrived to escort him out of the area.

Lynessa returned to gareva his tongue almost wrapped around her completely she enjoyed the tingly feeling it gave but refused to give in. ''My love you need to rest tomorrow maybe'' she said as she pulled the sheets over them.''

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"We wait, the retreat obsticals are set up." said Colm calmly. "We only need to find a way to get the men out quickly before the defenses run out. They'll only by us half an hour to get ahead and then chaos will be on us. Half the men will half to run to the ships, we only have enough to transport the wounded alone. Emporer protect the rest of us." He muttered aloud.

"Tarkus! Don't go!"

Atris was staggering behind the veteran sergeant. The ordeals of this day had taken it's toll.

"Bugger! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

Atris' screams fell on deaf ears. She stood still as the sergeant ran into the choking clouds of ash.

"Fether, I thought I could trust you!"

Sam was going to kill that bitch. Idiotic ass-hat, war wasn't the place for love and affection. Sam whirled around and punched the nearest spireguard with all his might before walking off.

An hour later he was at a bar and Amber came up to him.
"You broke that guys jaw. Something bothering you?" She said, settling down in the seat next to him.
"She cancelled our assault because we took one casualty. We had those Imperials with our feet in their asses, but we lost. Who the hell would do that?" He said, downing his whiskey.
"C'mon, haven't you ever cared about anyone?" Amber asked.
"Yes, you know I care about you, but I wouldn't cancel a possible victory for you. Maybe I would go back with you, but not all of our forces. And Zhufor is fuming, I had to talk him down from marching in there and eviscerating the bitch." Sam said.
"Well he had fun, he's got a fresh load of skulls at least." Amber said. Sam stood up.
"He could have had the skull of every last Imperial in that town." Sam said and walked out. Amber rushed after him.
"Come back to my quarters for the night, we can talk this over like rational people." She said and took him by the hand. Sam was lucky that his allegiance in the warp was contested. He was a fine looking man, and wouldn't want Nurgle ruining that with his "friendliness"

As they went into Amber's tent Sam sat on the couch. The Tzeentchians knew how to live in comfort, he had to give them that. She zapped a fresh glass of beer into his hand and he looked back. She came over to the couch and sat with him.
"Even if it didn't go as well as it could have, it was still a victory." She said. Sam drank. He could feel the potion running through him just to late to stop it. And then blackness.

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Tears began to flow down Atris' cheeks. Why did she trust bloody nobles? What good had they ever done? Filthy buggers only care about themselves.

"FETH YOU, TARKUS! I'LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE THE CHANCE!"

She took shelter in a nearby building. Danielle began to walk past and found Atris huddled in the corner.

Gareva felt great pain in his chest, las bolts managed to miss his vital organs but it was a great pain. He turned and saw Lynessa asleep next to him.
"Ah now she rests." He said as he climbed out of bed and headed out towards the exit, one of the guards tried to stop him.
"You are going to be the first person I will give a chance! Move or die!" Gareva said, the troop was wise he stepped aside and let Gareva past. He left his tent, he looked back and saw Lynessa.
"Sleep my love." he said, Gareva looked at the two female imperial guard.
"You two bring these women food and drink. NOW!" He ordered the guards. He left the tent and limped his way to his men.
"Right get out of your bunks and get to the front line!" He yelled dragging some men out. Gareva advanced to the front line with his men, he knew the pain would be bad but he had to hold the line!

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Danielle moved in next to Atris, she understood abandonment, and she realized that this was not just a petty soldier who shirked her duty, but a woman who had been betrayed.

She strode up to the woman, "It is alright, everything will be alright." She was surprised at her own compassion and softness, tears rolled down her cheeks as she though of the death of the people whom she had loved.. All of them were gone now. She went against everything she thought she was, but she would not do this for anyone. She sat down next to the woman, and whispered words of comfort until they both had fallen asleep, Danielle tired from her abuse wracked body, and Atris in a place of despair and exhaustion.

Aubrey made his way to the intense fighting to the front. All communications had been severed and his platoon commanders were completely blind as to what was happening. He walked along the street, his grenadiers walking at a crouch, cautious to the fact that the traitors made have made it through their frontlines and might be setting up an ambush in the tight street. Their feet crunched the broken galss beneath their boots, rifles swinging in all directions scanning the multitude of windows around them. They happened upon the source of the problem.
A cableman lay dead in the street. His bundle of comms wire had rolled out everywhere. The lead scout moved forward while the rest took cover in the shade of the hab bloacks on either side of the street. The temperature was soaring into an unbearable level, Aubrey even having to adjust his mask to let some cool air in. A sand storm was rolling in from the east, sucking all the moisture from the air and taking away the cool ocean breeze.
The scout stood over the dead man, grabbing the shredded wires and meshing them together, reconnecting the signal.
"Try it now Astley" The radioman began calling to all the units demanding a sitrep.

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Lynessa woke up to see gareva disappeared she was saddened and would need to get a pretty good explanation why he disappeared.
She was strolling in the camp when she suddenly heard screams of anguish coming from a tent she didn't trust it and gathered a rapid response team of 10 spireguard 4 of them had melta guns.
Lynessa walked in and with a stern voice began speaking. ''What is going on here? all of you stand down!''
Inside the tent bloodied bodies where laying on the ground.
She screamed at the astartes. ''What are you doing here stand down or be shot down!'' He stood before her and with a menacing look said. ''I won't surrender now get out of the way!''
Lynessa ordered her men to raise their guns and he saw that it would be a stupid action.
Lynessa picked up the wounded renegade and brought her to her own tent.

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"Thank you. Sorry about... you know..."

Atris shut her eyes. Images of the bloodied corpse of Tarkus began to flow through her head, but she didn't care.

Lynessa had a medic begin treating him she looked at him and with a suspicious voice said ''Who are you and what are you doing here?''

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''Yes so you better show some respect!''

Lynessa said with a quiet voice.

''I think i have seen you before''

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''Oh so you are conspiring with that nurgle piece of feth?
Bind him i will interrogate him later don't let anyone in!''

Lynessa said with a calm voice she would need to prepare him he would be a mighty good gift for gareva.

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Lynessa turned around and without warning gave him a punch in his nose. ''Threaten me once more and you will die! Now i will have my troops guard you and don't think you will escape''

The spire guard raised their hellguns in his direction and one said. ''Sir i advice you to stand down and await your judgement by milady.''

Gareva heard a scream echo through the camps.
"What was that? Men continue to the trenches I will head back" He said limping back through his men. He started to head back to his tent,but when he walked past Lynessa's tent he could hear raised voices. He rushed in and saw a warrior of Khorne with his weapon lifted, in rage Gareva charged him with his last amounts of strength.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE FILTH!?" Gareva snarled wrapping his claw around the warriors throat.