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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!''

an hour later

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''

ththt

''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.