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Ok I've been reading a lot of the fiction on here and decided to have a go myself not sure how it is going to go but I know I will enjoy doing it so I hope if you have the time or inclination to read it you do too:



Veteran Sgt Ensor of the Emperor's 244th Cadian Regiment shuffled uneasily, it was too quiet in the deep valley. He knew the enemy had been sighted in this region but after two hours of the fighting patrol there had been no sign of the Orks.

His regiment had been fighting on Argotha for more than six months now with no appreciable headway made against the Orks that had over run the planet. Over five thousand soldiers of the 244th had deployed to the surface along with the 16th Cadian and the 101st Armoured Skull Taker Regiment from Krull; now there were less than two thousand of the 244th left and the 101st had been reduced to barely a hundred Leman Russ variants. The 16th had fared better as they had been directly supporting Argotha's PDF or cannon fodder as some called them however it was clear that without further support the Guard would not prevail.

Sgt Ensor's squad was the point squad for the company patrol, due to the rugged nature of the terrain there were no vehicles in support and only three mortar teams had accompanied them the larger heavy weapons being deemed far too heavy for the Company to maintain mobility. The valley floor was a light woodland environment with an almost empty streambed meandering between the trees in the centre of the valley. Valley more like a Canyon thought Ensor as he looked at the steep sides half mile either side of him. He shifted the position of his Chainsaw on his shoulder and for what seemed like the hundredth time checked the power display on the side of his plasma pistol it read full. Unconsciously he watched Guardsman Rourke, his point man; disappear into a depression in the ground and reached into the trouser pocket of his fatigues for a stub of a cigar. Then he heard the scream.

Five thousand klicks outside the planets atmosphere a vast shape burst from the Warp. It was a monstrous ship painted a deep Purple with a mighty Lion Rampant as it iconography. Tendrils of multicoloured matter still swirled around it as completed its re-emersion to normal space. On its bridge a mighty figure scowled as he assessed the flood of data being produced from the ship's logic engines and the data feeds from the orbiting Imperial Navy fleet. Within minutes the beings brain had assessed the raw data and had a clear understanding of the tactical and strategic situation on the distant planet.

'Ready the Thunderhawks for immediate insertion, instruct Brother Ochron to enter his drop pod and prepare Squard Ardus for teleport.' Ordered the figure without turning from the dataslate in front of him. A Spacemarine clad in gold and purple power armour bowed low and simply replied:
'At once my Lord.'

Far below on the surface of the planet the Ork Nob roared its challenge to the skies, its eyes glowing red with hateful malevolence. Razing a mighty axe above its head it charged.

The scream chilled the blood of Sgt Ensor and he started in horror as the decapitated body of Guardsman Rourke appeared in front of him impaled on the brutally large blade of an enormous greenskin. The beast roared and charged the veteran Sgt, who his skilled honed from years of combat experience, fired a burning ball of iridescent blue plasma straight at the head of the Ork. Its head exploded but still the huge body barrelled into the Sgt too knocking him to the floor, too stupid to comprehend it was already dead. All around Ensor guardsman opened fire but their shots were uncoordinated and the lasguns were not powerful enough to kill the hugely tough beasts in isolation.
'Platoon form ranks and fire on my target' came the unmistakable roar of Lt J C Carey from behind Ensor and las rounds poured into the massed ranks of the Orks like rain. It was not enough. Pulling himself to his feet Sgt Ensor touched the activation stud of his chainsword and swung it into the flank or one of the passing Orks. The synthetic diamond coated blade bit deep and neatly cut the Ork in half, without pause Ensor fired another ball of plasma at the body of another of the hulking green monstrosities. The shot missed its intended target but so closely packed were the Orks that it took the arm of another. His original target swung a heavy mace overhand at him and it took all his abilities to dodge to one side, he swung his chainsword at the beast's head but only managed to inflict a superficial wound on its neck. With a bellow like the cough of a battle cannon the Ork punched Ensor with a fist the size of a human head. Ensor flew through the air and landed heavily, his world went blank.

Flashes of consciousness: He saw an Orc rip Cpl Hardy in two with its bear hands before pausing to eat the blue ropes of intestine that dropped from the eviscerated body.

Darkness.

He watched the crackling powerfist of Lt Carey erupt from the back of a huge Ork before another cut the young officer's legs from under him and then proceeded to chop down with murderous savagery.

Darkness.

He heard screams all around and the bestial grunts of their ambushers. He tried to rise but his legs wouldn't respond.

Darkness.

The ground erupted only a few meters away and a huge purple and gold pod appeared in the earth, its metallic walls gleaming with heat. An aircraft of some kind roared overhead the sound only broken by tens of smaller jet engines much closer to the ground. He felt his eyes closing again. Then before he slipped into darkness once more he saw a huge figure in black powerarmor a skull like deathmask surrounding its enormous head. His eyes closed but before he slipped into unconsciousness his heart lept as a mighty voice bawled with the sound of tectonic plates shifting: 'To me Brothers they fear and they are right to for we are the Emperor’s will made manifest.'

Bestial cries of pain.

Darkness....

Nice

'My Lord this one is still alive.'

'Revive him and take him to the apothecaries.'

Sgt Ensor let loose a shrill scream as consciousness flowed back into him but it was cut short as his broken ribs grated against his flesh; he had no feeling in his left leg and when he looked down he saw that the knee joint had rotated to an angle it had never been designed to adopt. Standing over him was a giant encased in purple and gold power armour: Astartes. Behind the space marine his blood shot eyes made out another two super humans, one was armoured all in black with the exception of the left paldron that was gold rimmed purple with a golden lion rampant at the centre. The figures head was covered with a bone coloured deathmask and red gimlet eyes glowed from the depths. The other was encased in complete gold power armour with paldrons matching the giant standing over Ensor; at his hip was an enormous sword and a swirling cloak or purple cascaded from his soldiers. His head was bare and the face was almost beautiful in appearance apart from the eyes. The gold flecked brown orbs that looked out from the handsome visage had seen the death or worlds, the annihilation of armies and more bloodshed than a human could see in a hundred lifetimes. These eyes met Ensor's and he trembled.

Chapter Master Gabriel Rafen looked down at the middle aged and broken human at his feet and suppressed a grimace of disapproval for the man's commander. Shattered bodies surrounded the area of both Ork and guardsman alike. One hundred and forty three guardsman had entered the valley and so far the Emperor's Lions had found seven survivors, three were awaiting execution for cowardice, they had been found cowering in a ditch near the riverbed. The other four were all in a bad state, the Sgt at Rafen's feet was in the best shape, there was a young officer found nearby who no longer had any legs and would doubtless need what remained of his right arm replacing; two other guardsman had been found one propped against a tree trying to hold in his intestines and one beaten in to unconsciousness with most of his organ damaged.

Rafen could not believe that any Imperial Commander would have been so stupid as to send less than one hundred and fifty soldiers with no armoured support and little in the way of heavy weapons on a fighting patrol against the Orks. His force had killed over three hundred of the brutes and there was no doubt if had not been for their interdiction not one guardsman would have survived.

'We will continue were these poor fools failed' he said to Chaplain Invictus. 'Our Brothers in the assault marines will move along either side of the valley crest and squads Arbo, Ventru and Eclips will move along the valley floor. I will accompany them with Terminator Squad Ardus and you will lead the assault marines.'

'As the Emperor wills so it shall be done.' The Chaplain turned to Brother Sgt Ventru 'Is the Thunderhawk in bound?'

'Yes My Lord.'

'Instruct it to pick up these fools and to incinerate the bodies of these foul Xenos.' The Chaplain drew his bolt pistol and stalked towards the three cowards.

Sgt Ensor watched as the terrifying figure in black dispassionately blew the brains out of Guardsmen Moss, Fuldo and Hicks. Then the armoured giants moved off without a word leaving the wounded lying under the leafy boughs. He heard the wine of jet engines and settled back to await rescue his pain seeming to ebb away as darkness once again closed in upon him.

The valley had gradually begun to narrow for the last few klicks and now it was less than half a kilometre across. Moving with surprising stealth for such heavy warriors the Emperor’s Lions moved steadily forward through the increasingly dense undergrowth at the base of the valley.

‘My Lord I am picking up unknown life forms on the Auspex although there is an eighty percent match to the known Ork biological composition there is something different about these life forms.’ Sgt Eclips informed Lord Rafen. The Chapter Master’s eyes narrowed:

‘How many life forms Brother-Sergeant?’ He asked

‘’Five hundred and thirty seven my Lord.’

Rafen paused he had fifty seven marines with him including himself and although he was confident that he could deal with the threat there would be casualties in the close confines of the valley bottom. Despite having fought the Emperor’s enemies for close to six hundred years and having seen far too many battle brothers killed Rafen did not want to loose any of his brothers in a small skirmish that would have little to no impact in the coming war.

‘Has Thunderhawk One completed it’s previous tasking?’ He asked Brother – Sergeant Ardius. The Terminator paused as he sub vocalised into his vox.

‘Yes My Lord it is standing by for further taskings ETA at this position can be figures five minutes.’ The hulking Sgt replied.

‘Good. Brothers attack pattern Epsilon, Emperor’s Fury deploy Venerable Brother Ochron and Squad Gravius to the following co-ordinates. Thunderhawk One immediate strafing run on my target.’ A fearsome grin split Rafen’s features the xenos would feel the full fury of the Lions this day…

The Ork Nob ripped another great section of meat from the decaying corpse of the dead human at its feet. He was angry, they had killed these humans in a protracted skirmish three days ago and this was the last of them, the meat was rancid but the Ork didn’t care about that. It was angry because of the voice in its head that would not go away it pulsed around the Orks’ small brain constantly urging it to attack. It was the voice that had told it to attack Warboss Spinecrusha the Nob now only had one arm to show for that. It had escaped the wrath of the Warboss with some of his followers and now it needed something to kill. A roar of engines sounded far off but the Nob paid them no heed as it was probably those Evil Sunz boyz tinkering with their buggies. The Nob scratched the back of it’s head and felt the mark that had been burned into the back of it’s head. How it had happened it could not recall but it constantly itched and throbbed like it was on fire.

The noise of the approaching engines was now almost overwhelming and snapping out of its reverie the Nob knew with absolute certainty that it was not a buggy.

A huge explosion shook the ground of to the Nob’s left (not that he knew which way left) was and four of the boyz were incinerated by the blast. Heavy explosive shells stitched the ground all around and more of the boyz were cut down. Looking up the Nob saw a mighty purple and gold Aircraft roar overhead. Far above the aircraft two streaks of fire were descending.

‘Fire brothers let the holy fire of your bolters cleanse this world of the xenos filth.’ Roared Rafen and the three tactical squads and the Terminator Squad unleashed a torrent of fire that cut down Orks like a scythe harvesting wheat. The Orks did not hesitate but charged as one towards the Spacemarines.

‘Strike from the sky Brothers, let the roar of your chainswords sing praise to him on Terra.’ On wings of flame Chaplain Invictus and his two assault squads crashed into the ranks of Orks their chainblades whining hungry for blood.

Two earth trembling impacts pummelled the ground. A pause. The sound of hydraulics. A voice that sounded like tectonic plates coming together drowning out even the roar of an Assault Cannon that coughed into life; ‘For the Emporer brothers, for salvation’ Brother Ochron emerged from the first drop pod and began killing without pause. From the other drop pod gold helmeted sternguard veterans stepped out and added their fire to that of their brothers.

Lord Rafen drew his glowing relic blade and led his terminators into the heart of the Greenskins. His eyes alighted on a massive green/black brute with one arm and he struck like a thunderbolt.

It was a massacre.

Looking down at the huge beast he had just felled Rafen saw something that turned his blood cold. On the back of the giant head was a mark that he had seen too many times before. An eight pointed star surmounted by a winged talon.

So their journey had not been in vain, they were here.

Chaos

Worse it was Fulgrim’s prodigies’ their own traitor Primarchs sons.

The Emperor’s Children

O.o chaos tainted orks.. can`t sat that I have seen that before. But its a good story so keep it comming

Imperial Guard Command Bunker 7, Calidarius, Argotha
General Antonius Gardir studied the data slate in front of him reviewing the last moments of the doomed patrol of the 244th Cadian. He saw the Orks slicing down the company commander and his retinue before finally cutting down the guardsman with the helmet cam. Just before the feed went dead he saw the unmistakeable outline of a member of the Emperor’s Imperial Space Marines crash to the ground its jump pack blazing fire. Mixed emotions played across his features as he realised that if the Astartes were present this could mean either the salvation of his campaign or impending judgement.

He looked up as Colonel Solarius Hale the commander of the 244th Cadian approached and said:

‘Sir we have just received news that the survivors of Major Dundas’ patrol have just been returned to this location. It seems that they were rescued by a contingent of Space Marines hailing from the Emperor’s Lions Chapter. Apparently the Space Marines did not converse with the survivors but the surviving Sgt believes that they continued along the route the patrol was destined to take.’

‘Thank you Colonel now we must discover why they are here. Has there been any communication from their Battle Barge to our ships in orbit?’

‘No sir the Astartes craft has submitted all the correct codes but its captain has ordered Admiral Jarms to stay clear of its orbit.’ The Colonel looked nervous for a moment, ‘Do you think it is their intent to take control of the situation General?’

‘I am not sure. Have you ever met an Astartes before Solarius? They pursue their own agenda and not even the Lord Castellan himself can issue orders to them. I am sure that we will discover their intentions in time, until then we must endeavour to do all we can to show them that we are making progress. Gather the other commanders we must attack soon.’

‘At once general.’

300 KM NW of Command Bunker 7

Commander Rafen swore as he studied the mark on the corpses head. It hurt his eyes to look at the foul icon of the Traitor Legion known as The Emperor’s Children. Ten Millennia of genetic hatred welled up inside him as he gazed upon it the winged talon reminding him of his inherited shame.

They had found three other large groups of Orks within a hundred kilometres of their landing zone and every single one had contained some Orks with the foul mark of Chaos burned into their skin. Always it was the largest of the Orks that had the brand on them, the leaders. What the Chapter Commander had not yet established was whether the mark was the work of a machine or whether it had more sorcerous and darker origins. Either proposition was equally distasteful, if it was machine created then that spoke of the twisted genius of one of the most evil beings to ever walk the galaxy: The Primogenitor. If it was the other then the Emperor’s Lions were dealing with a Chaos Sorcerer of considerable potency. He needed a more expert opinion.

‘Brother Chaplain Invictus, send word to the rest of the fleet to move into orbit and begin landings at the Imperial Guard Command centre. We must analyse these findings before proceeding.’

‘As you will my Lord.’

Rafen seized the severed head of the Ork and marched towards the waiting Thunderhawk. His worst suspicions had been realised and the anticipation of vengeance and retribution coursed hot through his blood. He had brought death to Argotha.

Imperial Guard Command Bunker 7, Calidarius, Argotha

‘General you are asking the impossible we do not have enough men to go on the offensive against the Orks, those we have are barely able to repel their attacks as it is. It is not time for a last throw of the dice we know there are reinforcements coming we just need to hold out until they arrive.’ Shouted Lieutenant Colonel Corvus Rae, commander of the Armoured Regiment from Krull.

‘And when do you expect these reinforcements to arrive Colonel? We have lost the initiative in this war and it is time we got it back.’ The general turned to the holoprojection of the map at his back and as he began indicating to it his commanders gathered round. ‘The Orks are within 5 klicks of the planetary capital their attack has been stalled by our troops but unless we strike quickly they will be able to create defensive positions that will be impervious to the weaponry we have at our disposal.’ He was interrupted by a snort from a portly Officer wearing the insignia of a Major. ‘You have something to add Major Timmonds?’

The Major’s look of amusement dropped from his face when he met the steely gaze of the General. ‘Well my Lord I I just think it it is preposterous that such savage beasts would be capable of constructing anything that could stop our mmighty tanks.’ He stammered.

The General gave him a look of utter scorn and then ripped into the unhappy PDF officer ‘You seem to forget that these savages have beaten us back to the very heart of the planet and that despite numerous successes we have been unable to push them back. Perhaps you would know better if you had been fighting rather than sitting behind the walls of Calidarius you fat…’

His words trailed off as he saw the look of fear that crossed the faces of the officers in front of him and realised that they were not looking at him they were looking beyond him. He spun round. The sight that greeted him would have caused a lesser man to cower in fear. A golden giant stood before him fully eight and a half feet tall and five feet from gold and purple paldron to paldron. His armour was splattered with green blood and at his feet was the monstrous head of an Ork. The General took a step back so he could look the Astartes in the eyes but before he could say anything he noticed more and more of the purple armoured behemoths entering the bunker. The Astartes in gold swept his gaze over the room and said:

‘I am Chapter Master Rafen of the Emperor’s Lions Chapter and I am now in command of this sector. You have all performed your duties to adequate standards given the resources at your disposal but now the situation has changed.’ The assembled officers’ expressions varied from slack jawed amazement from the majority of the PDF officers to steely eyed determination from the Commanding Officers of the regular Imperial Guard units. ‘We are not just facing the xenos threat of the Orks, there is something far worse moving in the shadows.’ He paused and with a look of utter distaste hissed three words that chilled the blood of every one of the assembled officers: ‘Traitors and Heretics.’

General Gardir knew instantly that by the look in the Space Marines eye he meant members of the Traitor Legions not just the cultists. Rafen looked straight at the General and said ‘My Librarians have discovered that the Orks are being manipulated by the Traitors to divert attention away from the other activities on the planet. We must launch a series off assaults on the greenskins in order to establish where their resistance is greatest. This will be the location of the heretics. General you are to make ready three attack columns to strike first thing in the morning. Each column will be accompanied by an entire company of my Astartes. We will drive into the belly of these xenos and rip the guts from their forces. Do not concern yourselves with the defence of the city, the PDF will handle that and we will ensure that the Orks are too preoccupied with us to worry about the civilians. Once we have found the serpent we will cut the poison from this world with bolter, blade and holy fire. Rafen paused. ‘Gentlemen tomorrow the suppression of Argotha begins.’

Pretty cool stuff so far. The Emperor's Lions are your own chapter I assume?

And I like how you put the spoken text in italics...might have to copy that in my fanfic, makes dialogue a lot simpler...

Thank you. Yes they are when I decided I wanted to write dome fluff I wanted to use a completley new Chapter as it meant I could go in any direction I wanted without having to adhere to any existing fluff.

There is going to be a big twist coming but I have to work out exactly how to get it in. This will hopefully make some previously mentioned parts more understandable.