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Brother Acharius,woke up from the impact and surveyed the ground. The fight had started without him and he charged headlong into battle, sword drawn. With one swoop of the blade he cleaaved the head from a guardman. Filth in his eyes he made his way into a trench, wanting a challenge. Yanking his plasma pistol from his holster, he shot two guardsman as an ogryn ran towards him. One kick sent the creature reeling.

The vox cackle, "Where have you been?"
Acharius responds, " Out on impact, in the fight now."

He pushes through the trench, getting out and entering a nearby bunker, throwing in a krak grenade. With a blue exolosion everything inside is destroyed. Acharius looks around and sees they have made an impact. This will be over before it started.

Taric ran past the second trench knowing that the Guardsmen were engaged there. He headed towards a small supply post. It was guarded by the elite Stormtroopers. This would be a challenge, they were armed with meltas, plasma and hotshot lasguns. This would not be very easy but if the supply post fell, the morale of the Traitors would dwindle dramatically.

He run towards it silently. The Stormtroopers seemed a little offput by the attack. He started shooting at the Stormtroopers as the troopers started going down like flies. Even with the Special Weapons, the Suprise Assault left little time for the Storm Troopers to prepare. For Stormtroopers, they were missing a lot. The Plasma Guns and Meltas missing completely hitting multiple trees instead turning them into slimy mush.

"Feth this! Why aren't we killing those Bastards" yelled a Stormtroopers.
"Keep conecentrated, they are gaining group quickly said another, in a few more seconds they will reach us" said another. He started to concentrate as his friends were being shot down left and right.
"Shut up, we will kill those bastar.....

The Stormtrooper was impaled on Taric's sword before he could finish the sentence as the Terminators slashed left and right. They butchered the Stormtroopers. Maimed then and covered more of their armour with the blood of the Stormtroopers. Taric took a fresh head of one and attached it to his belt. He said to the others "We have to destroy this station, I'm going to plant a melta bomb and we are going to dive for cover." The Melta Bomb was planted and they ran back as far as they could get before the explosion, just making it out of the radius in time.

Lucius took aim again, blowing off the leg of a running rebel, before a large explosion hit the rock he was crouched behind. He barely had time to scramble up before another blast hit the rock, blasting fragments of it all over the place. He began to run, but was struck down within 3 seconds by another shell. Blood began to pour out of him.

He crawled to the stump that was left, and began to blast his bolt pistol at the Autocannon teams that fired at him. He managed to kill 2 soldiers, before another shell rocketed towards him.

Morias pulled the magazine out before replacing it, having noted it as full. He racked the slide on his new boltgun - he had taken it from Tyceus, who now kept his new meltagun handy. Kurnar had retrieved six magazines and they had split them between himself and Haestus as they were the only two using boltguns now. Archaeus simply used his bolt pistol; his other arm slung over Haestus for support. They new it was likely he wouldn't survive this battle; his side had been torn open and it was likely he was only operating on a single lung and heart now. However, though it was Morias's duty as sergeant to administer the Emperor's peace to grievously wounded Astartes under his command, he knew Archaeus would refuse it - that man would fight as long as he could draw breath, and he'd sooner die than take that opportunity from his squad-mate. They moved fast; Morias, Kurnar and Tyceus taking the lead whilst Haestus lagged behind with their injured brother. As much as it pained him, Haestus was experienced enough to know that they would be better off leaving Archaeus behind, however he knew the sergeant well enough to know he wouldn't allow it. In the distance, they saw the form of a drop pod race through the sky and impact not too far from their position. It was soon followed by another, further ahead than that. Morias knew those were the fifth and seventh claws - the Heralds of Darkness and Talons of Fear. With the Ghosts of Moonlight having created a disturbance and thus drawing a portion of the enemy's lines in their direction, the others could land and find themselves amidst a fractured defence. The traitorous Imperial Army would fall more easily this way.

"Go, go ahead!" Haestus shouted at them. "We will catch up with you soon enough. Rendezvous with the other squads - don't waste any time sergeant!"
Morias wanted to protest, but he knew his elder brother was right. He also knew the grizzled Marine wanted them to dispense the Emperor's peace to Archaeus, or at least leave him behind as he was a liability, but he would not have it. So this was the result.
"Very well brother, we shall move ahead. Try to catch up some time today old man," Morias joked over the comms, but he took little joy from it, this was a time for killing and death, not joking and camaraderie. He sprinted ahead with Tyceus and Kurnar, leaving Haestus and Archaeus to make their own way. Within a matter of minutes they drew closer and closer to the sounds of brutal fighting. They cleared a trench line with a powerful jump and raced towards the ever rising sounds of fighting. They saw a trio of bunker emplacements up ahead and with a wave of his hand Morias ordered them into position. The deadly retort of multiple heavy bolters, heavy stubbers and autocannons overbearing on the much quieter fizz-cracks of Lasguns that all but one with hearing as enhanced as a Space Marine's would not be able to detect. Kurnar was the first to reach his target and poured burning promethium inside, the flames consuming all within. Then Tyceus, who lobbed a pair of frag grenades into the bunker, shredding the occupants and somehow detonating the ammunition inside, causing the bunker to erupt in a fireball. Morias sprinted towards the furthest bunker from the triangle-shaped kill zone, whose occupants had noticed the destruction of their other two numbers and turned their weapons on him. His midnight blue armour was scorched black in many places from the sheer number of lasguns firing at him, luckily for him these were not as over-charged as the others. Nonetheless, they were still on a high power setting and he felt the armour heating noticeably around his skin; each impact slamming into him like large hailstones on a glass window. Then, he was upon them, firing his boltgun at the firing slit in the side of the bunker. The result was screams of anguish and pain. In his foolishness, one of the traitors burst out of the heavily armoured bunker door, attempting to flee. A bolt round through his heart dropped him. The idiot had not only doomed himself, but his allies as well. Morias revved his chainsword as he disappeared into the bunker.

When the screaming finally stopped, Tyceus and Kurnar saw their sergeant emerge from the bunker, his armour drenched in the life blood of his enemies. They made no comment, their helmets impassive as they moved on. They saw the Talons of Fear engaged in bloody close combat with a sea of traitors, however the dedicated mêlée squad cutting them down without pause - their fury undeniable as they slaughtered the humans. Then an Executioner variant of the LRMBT trundled into sight, its main plasma turret whirring ominously before reaching a high pitch and unleashing a terrible volley of plasma, instantly vaporizing dozens upon dozens of Imperial Army soldiers along with four of the Talons of Fury. The side-mounted plasma cannons could be heard charging up when they melted away all of a sudden. Tyceus's meltagun turning the side of the tank into molton liquid as the hull slid away to reveal a terrified crew inside, who were quickly turned to a sludge that mixed with that of the melting tank. The plasma destructor mounted on the top of the tank suddenly exploded violently. Tyceus caught the full effects of the explosion and he was propelled backwards through the air a dozen metres, his armour sizzling as much of it was burned and melted away. He screamed as his body was scorched and the flesh on his chest was scolded. Kurnar rushed over, helping the injured Marine to his feet. It was clear that he would live, though he was in great pain from the blast and as the armour cooled it would become semi-fused to his body. Morias imagined it would be extremely painful to have removed. Tyceus growled in pain, even as painkillers strong enough to kill an ordinary man were pumped into his system by his suit's life support systems. As the nearby assault squad finished off the few remaining soldiers, butchering them like cattle, the three Ghosts of Moonlight stalked over to them.
"Where is sergeant Turellius?" Morias asked.
An assault marine removed his helmet and shook his head despondently. "He was lost with three others when that damn Leman Russ opened fire," the Marine paused before remarking, "Is this all that is left of your squad?" He seemed shocked and concerned.
"Thankfully not brother; two more of us are nearby, one gravely injured. However we lost five brothers in the fight that ensued after our pod landed. These traitorous dogs have over-charged Lasguns, powerful enough to penetrate our armour."
"This is grave news indeed," replied the assault marine, who Morias now recognised as a brilliant young swordsman by the name of Navren.
"Nonetheless my brothers, we must push on to their central command," a new voice bellowed from nearby. The Ghosts and Talons turned to see nine Marines moving to join them - the 5th claw under sergeant Lazevar; an experienced veteran who had been a sergeant since Morias had been in a scout squad seconded to the 3rd company. He was greatly respected by all and a brilliant tactician.
"Well met, brother Lazevar." He greeted.
"Morias, good to see you made it. These traitors are proving more intelligent and cunning than any of us predicted. I hear the fight goes well at the front lines, however our communications have been jammed. We managed to find detailed information on their defences up to this point - they have three miles of the city mined with melta-charges and I fear they will inflict grave losses upon our company."
"We cannot allow that!" Navren exclaimed.
"I concur. We must disable their jamming station," Morias stated.
"Agreed. However it will not be easy. There are two jamming stations, both heavily guarded about a kilometre east and north of this position. We may not have sufficient numbers left after we take the communications for our assault on their HQ." Lazevar explained.
"No matter. The rest of the company will arrive and reinforce us enough to take the HQ. But first we must disable communications before they reach those melta-charges. They could wipe out the entire company," Morias replied.
"Then it is settled," Navren decided. "For death or glory brothers, we march on those stations."

Adric cursed seeing that his request for help was being completely ignored. Astartes where being killed by the leman russ left and right and their wasn't a stop to it.
Adric knew he would need to use some of the more dreaded techniques, the one that brought him to this rank. He closed his eyes and concentrated his power, feeling around at the bright blue of the machine spirits.
He saw the brightest one coming from the leman russ he could feel the age and power from him. He noticed that the sensors of the tank where severely neglected and could break down any moment. He used that loophole and weakened the machine spirit the sensors went off. On the inside the crew where screaming as they where practically blind now.
Adric took my chances and disappeared he sneaked towards the tank from its flank going from cover to cover and out of nothing he appeared behind them. He walked towards the front and using his tendrils began tearing off the battle cannon. With a strong push it was torn off he threw it away and the crew inside cowered. Adric prepared a highly powered plasma shot and fired it into the crew compartment the explosion was strong and they where all incinerated.
He sheeted my power axe and ripped the las cannon from the tank.
Adric opened the vox and said. ''Well thanks for the help boys. Don't expect to see any land raiders where you are going.'' He turned around and rallied the remaining marines. Adric screamed ''Men of the emperor we need to purge these heretics and secure this drop zone, kill them all!'' With a harsh scream they began pounding down the remaining cultists. Adirc gave the all clear sign and the thunderhawk transporter patterns began coming down. They would bring 10 land speeders to ravage the enemy supply lines.
They also brought a phalanx of three land raiders to make the main assault. He began gathering some support crews to setup a decent drop zone.

The brutish creature, clutching his backpack, slams his body into the ground a third time. He could feel his incredibly durable bones shattering under the impact. He could not take this much longer. With that final thought, the savage throws him against a wrecked chimera, a warped hole burnt into its side where one of his men had got it with a melta. The impact was hard but he was glad to be free of the thing's vice-like grip. Getting to his feet slowly, Leonidus could see his elite squad in combat with several storm trooopers and what looked like a psyker, white light eminating from his fingers to make one of his veteran's head explode gorily in a burst of blue lightning.

Turning his attention back to the raging Ogryn, Leonidus brings his power sword around in a deadly arc just as the hulking figure smashes into his. The crackling blade sweeps down into the Ogryn's gut, slicing through flak armour and thick skin, to spill its intestines across the dirt-covered ground. With this, the Ogryn falls to its knees, clutching at the gaping wound. In one swift movement, Leonidus sends his blade darting up through the brute's neck, its head rolling fowards into the mud.

Turing again to face his squad, he sees that the psyker and the stormtroopers had been slaughtered, their blood covering the ground. The victory had been at a cost however, and during their charge into the guard's ranks, two more of his veterans had been killed. Decadus, the plasma gunner, had taken a melta blast through the head. He had died instantly. Dominic, a good man he had known for decades had been killed by the psyker's fell powers. He would need to extract their geneseed soon.

Opening a vox channel, Leonidus taps into Brother Adric's communications.

"Apologies for the lateness brother, but me and my squad were otherwise preoccupied by the rebel scum in the second trench. The threat had been eliminated. Do you stll require any assistance?"

Of the battalion only 17 remained, 5 already gravely injured. It was a masacre, Krieg lead the final charge straight at the tiny knot of survivors. The few las rounds that actually found there mark only managed to scorch the thick armour covering both bike and rider. Krieg felt alive when he lept into the survivors. Everything seemed distinct. He could hear his breath roar within his chest, and feel the individual movement of each muscle. Surrounded by the crack of small arms fire and screams of dieing, he set to work. He grabbed the closest human in his crackling fist, crushing bone like it were nothing, and flung it into an engineer, knocking them both into the steel carcase of the artillery train. He grinned as adrenline rushed through his veins. By dealing death he felt totally alive. Each step took forever, he felt lighter, as if he were walking in zero gravity. Las bolts blurred pas his helmet, it felt like some evil dream.

What felt like minutes were only a matter of seconds. The crippled remains of the survivors moaned in pain, unable to fight back or even move. Krieg turned to his brothers.

"Skin them, and fly them as banners. We shall show their kin the meaning of fear and pain."

Brother Acharius moved on after the guard bunker, seeing a Leman russ fast approaching. With a quick movement, he ran, dodgeing fire from the large battle tank. With a large jump, he climbed on top the tank and ripped the hatch open. Shooting a Guardsman in the face he dropped a krak grenade down the hole and jumped off. With the tank crippled behind him he pushed on. He saw a large storehouse ahead. He said into the vox, " Brothers, I have found a large storehouse of weapons and equipment. Anyone want to join?" With that he burst in the door of the warehouse, shocking the guardsman inside. His piercing red eyes burned into the hearts of the rebels. With a quick grip he grabbed one by the skull, crushing it in his hand. Gore splattered across his armor as he dropped the body. The guardman were reeling for their weapons as Acharius was on them. Throwing a guardman into a wall, he pulled out his lightning claws and tore through the warehouse. This battle would pose no threat for the emporers finest he thought to himself. We will purge all the heretics, crush them soon. All Acharius wanted was a champion to pin his might against. The commander fast approached and told Acharius, " It is over Night Lord." Brothe Acharius said in a low voice, " It is just getting started." This was a champion he was waiting for.

Lucius fell into the main battle in an avalanche of rocks. He was helpless. The Autocannons had tore his body apart, and he had left his Bolter on the cliff edge. At that moment, a great silhouette crossed the sun. A Leman Russ was looming. The main cannon began to lower and point at him. Lucius flailed about like a newborn, unable to move. His arm was trapped under a boulder the size of a Demolisher Cannon shell. He opened his vox.

"CAN ANYBODY HERE ME?! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, CAN ANYBODY HERE ME?!"

He grabbed his Bolt Pistol and blasted away at the Leman Russ. The empty Bolter casings ricocheted off of the admantinium might of the battle tank. He still blasted away, hoping for a chink, a weak spot, anything that could avert his demise. The Tank Commander came out of the hatch, bellowing orders to the gunner. He turned to the Marine. A serpent-like tattoo crossed his face, running from the corner of his mouth to his forehead.

"Your end is nigh, Marine. Join us, and you shall live."

The neophyte still fired, his aim blurred by the pain flowing through his body. A bolt shell skimmed the shoulder of the Commander, forcing him to double over in agony. This was his chance.

Lucius took steady aim and fired, the bolt blasting through the gunner's hatch and striking him dead. Disarray took over the battle tank, allowing Lucius to wriggle out from the boulder and flee.

Leonidus heard the vox chatter, Brother Lucius needed help. He would come, it was his role after all.

"Brother Lucius, what is your current location? I have my sternguard and an assault team at my call, do you require reinforcements?"

He says bleakly down the vox caller. He had retrieved the two marine's progenoid glands, the third however had unfortunatly been unrecoverable. His Nocturnus guard had slaughtered the reamaing guard, they had all been too damaged to be of any use to him.

The main armored support arrived. Adric bellowed orders to the marines, he screamed towards the land speeder crews. ''Capture that train alive! Help the bikers but don't let them blow them do you hear me?'' He ordered one of my subordinate tech marines named Aria to lead the attack and secure it.
Adric turned around and mounted the lead land raider. He bellowed orders to begin movement when he heard over the vox. "CAN ANYBODY HERE ME?! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, CAN ANYBODY HERE ME?!" Adric screamed into the vox. ''Keep yourself alive i am gonna provide help right now!''
He screamed at the crews ''Get moving right now!'' They began moving towards lucius's position.
The column arrived, Aldric saw lucius hiding at a rock and he saw a leman russ non operational. Aldric rushed towards lucius and picked him up. He said to him. ''Its alright brother everything is gonna be ok you will live!''
After i put him into the lead land raider we spotted some heavy weapon teams 100 clicks east. I decided that they did this to lucius and ordered the complete and utter destruction of them.

Acharius hit a button on his sword and it split into two blades. He could sense the fear on the commander, but his face showed none. Time stood still s the two challengers moved towards eachother. All noise around them disappeared. The commander pulled out a power sword, buth chose wrongg. He played right into the game Acharius wanted. The two men collided, sword on sword, the hiss of sparks flying around. They stared into eachothers eyes, the commander finally realized he was outmatched and collapsed. Acharius went to finish him off, but realized his position in the ranks. He was the commander of the troops at this location. He needed him to help the Night Lords win. Acharius swallowed his pride and lowered his swords. He talked into the captains vox channel, " Sir, I have the commander, I will be bringing him to you." Acharius picked the small man up, an easy task. He stepped outside and saw what was happening. The Night Lords heavy support had arrived. Within minutes this battle would be over. Acharius realized they may have won here, but the fight was not over. Over the roar of the machine gun fire and explosions, Acharius ran back to the command post, the commander slung over his shoulder.

The bolter roared. One. Two. Three. Dead. Dead. Dead. Their traitor blood spille and flesh scattered. Just as they deserved. He moved quickly, gun blasting at the approaching enemy. Rounds fell from the weapon and he watched the soldiers that had turned on their emperor, their saviour so callously. His armoured fist turned a mans face to paste, and another. They thought to hold back the servants of the emperor? "For Curze!" He yelled, his vox enhancing the warcry and turning it robotic in its tone. He ducked under a thrust bayonnete and put his fist into the mans abdomen, probably pasting his organs. His boot stamped into his face just as he stood, making sure. He reloaded quickly, storing the spent magazine in a pouch. He watched as the last enemy in the immediate vicinty was ended. Then he looked up. A large force of the enemy was advancing towards them. He took a potshot at what appeared to be the commander, carrying a powersword. It missed by mere inches, instead blowing apart a soldier behind him. His brothers fell before him. He yelled out as he saw them fall and leapt behind cover. The bastard had slain astarted, warriors worth a thousand of them. He stood with the rest, opening fire. One shot one kill. He ducked as a flurry of beams slashed the air above. A quick dive to different cover threw the fools off the scent. Again he fired.

They where close. Lots of them. His fist's lashed out, smashing faces and stomachs. A appeared in front of him. His boot slammed into his groin, sending him a foot into the air and snapping his pelvis in two. He turned, bolter slashing out and slicing a mans face with the barrel. A shell launched into the stomach of the other, bursting through one man and embedding itself into another before exploding. He laughed a little as he slaughtered the traitors. He whipped one across the face with his bolter and stamped on his head once he was down. The fools deserved it for leaving the emperor. He nodded in admiration as one brother took out the Leman Russ. He saw the marine nod back.

Soon he was walking with his hobbling brother "Brother, i implore you, let us leave you" The marine shook his head groggily, Darius watched as his blood and organs where exposed to the air. Blood dripped from the ragged hole. And...was...was that a kidney? He shook his head. The man was dying. Soon, he told his squad to carry on. He lay the young warrior down once they where out of site. "Pup, I've seen more than one Astartes like you. The young marine tore off his helmet. "Brother...why....have...we" He started coughing, blood leaking through his hand. "Why are we stopped?" Darius looked at him "To either administer the emperors mercy" His hand clasped his bolt pistol "Or so that you can watch my back while i search the are over that rubble" He gestured and watched the young marines eyes light up "I heard somthing over there and i don't want somone to sneak up behind me" The young marine nodded, eyes hooded and full of pain "Now brother, don't let them take you if you get into a firefight." He handed the servant of the emperor a frag grenade "For Curze" Whispered the grizzled warrior. The younger, fresher soldier smiled "For Nostramo"

He lay atop the large pile of rubble. His sights trained on the small head of a man in a peaked cap. He was looking around, yelling at aids and into a vox. He never saw the flash of the muzzle that spat the bullet at him. Nor did he see the massive blue armoured bulk of a space marine descend on his command squad.

Darius smashed through the two soldiers who where still fumbling with their lasguns when he got to them, his combat blade opening the door for their intestines to escape out onto the ground. The screams must have carried for a mile. Another of the enemy went flying across the small squar, his had hanging on by a stirp of flesh. Blood splattering the ground over which it flew. He turned on the last of the aids and was shocked to find it was a mere boy. He had never been called on to kill children. The boy was clutching something. He heavy marine said "What are you holding" The child looked up. He was only elven or twelve. His hands unclaped to reveal an Aquilia "I am no-no traitor" Darius stared for a moment then turned away "Then go live"

He came to the side of his young brother and looked down into his face. It was peacful and his eyes where closed. He was dead. The old marine carefully squatted and took the ammo the boy still had, making sure to take his grenades as well. He was about to say a prayer from his own planet when he remembered that the boy was a devout follower of the emperors creed. He said one of those insetead.

And from the depths there arose a mighty beast, of many eyes and many limbs.
And the beast from the darkness did set upon the world with hateful thirst and unnatural hunger.


By the time the tratorious reinforcements arrived, the Night lords were gone. The smoking ruin of the once proud train was all that remained. The corpses of the 34th regiment were left in great piles along the tracks, left skinless in the baking sun. Flies buzzed over head as the shocked commander of the 87th mechanized division order the bodies to be burnt.

Sergeant Paulaner Hefe-Weissbier ordered the train to be searched. Anything of use will be needed in the coming storm, he thought to himself. Sweat dripping from his brow, he heaved his heavy frame out of the lead Vanquisher. Leaning against his command tank, he tried to catch his breath, choking on the smoke and ash. He has always been more of an armchair leader, unused to being in actual combat. The unexpected destruction of the Dictator caused his superiors to force him out of their tremendous mountain bunker. Work is its own reward he repeated to himself. Those aristocratic fools, Paulaner was one of the few who wanted to stay in the light of the emperor, but was smart enough to keep it to himself.

The canyon rocked once more as the traps set on the train were detonated. Flaming promethium engulfed the area, clinging to dirt, metal and flesh. Only the rearguard managed to be spared from the inferno. The few tanks that remained reversed back into the narrow ravine from whence they came. Flames still clinging to the hulls of the tanks, thye never saw them coming.

Leaping from the canyons edge, Krieg and his brothers ripped into the vulnerable weak armour. Tearing the metal, they dropped grenades into each APC one at a time. Not a single round was fired in response.
Soon the canyon was quite, apart from the cackle of the fire, and the distant sound of the astrates bikes.

Using their Jump Packs, the Talons of Dusk flew several klicks at a time, each landing only on top of a Traitor's skull. Einer's armour was streaked with Blood, which only added to his positively terrfying image. His helmet was the image of a Death's Head, while corruscating Lightning seem to streak across his arms, while beautiful flames seemed to dance up his shins and thighs. It was not just these pictures, but the realism they had. His inner arms were a tone lighter than the rest, appearing to glow with the lightning, as did his abdomen with the fire. His eye lenses, a deep, dark red, blazed within the skull's sockets. His Jump Pack had a pair of stylised bat wings, and but for his flaming trail he could have seemed like a demonic creature. His squad were likewise designed but the quality was nowhere near as good. He remembered one.particular traitor, he spotted resting in a dugout with some others. He voxed for the squad to keep moving. He switched his pack to stealth mode, flying down silently, landing on the roof with a thud. He lept down into the doorway, cutting the power. The soldiers turned to face him as he sheated his axes.
At that point he activated the lighting effect. The eye lenses burned bright enough to reveal his mask, fires exploding and lightning blasting across his armour. The humans wailed in fear as he released Nightshredder, the jagged blades sliding from his fingertips. He snarled as he lept upon them, butchering them in the most gory fashion possible. He left one alive, a scrawny little man carrying a pistol. He ensured each swipe of his talon sprayed gouts of blood over him. When only the runt was left he picked him up, bellowed at him to tell all who would listen.

The Sons of Curze are coming. You will all die.
There would be No peace.

There would be No respite.

There would be No forgiveness.

There is only war.


To turn from the Emperor and the Imperium is damnation by the darkest demons.


And the Night Lords had arrived.

The column was moving at full speed. Aldric's phalanx Aldric's pride consisted out of 3 land raiders 2 standard pattern ones and one custom made one. he had replaced all anti infantry weapons with twin linked lascannons, Aldirc called it The reaver of the machines and it acted as his command vehicle. He had 2 destructor pattern predators, 2 annihilator pattern predators and 2 predators with plasma executioners. He got the blueprints from a techpriest on ryza with whom he exchanged my original command vehicle.
Lucius was inside sleeping Aldirc had given him emergency treatment but he would need a real apothecary.
He saw the small encampment with the banner of the night lords. The column stopped in its tracks. He dismounted and walked towards the command tent upon entering he saw the apothecary treating a marine. He said. ''Greetings brother I am Aldric your new master of the forge. I have heard you are the leader of the aphotecarion here? Well i need you to treat lucius a neophite come with me i will show you him and a present.''

The weight of fire proved heavier than he had expected, it seemed that the traitors had found some way to manufacture over-charged lasguns. Nox knew that he wouldn't be able to hold the force dome much longer, but they were still a good twenty meters from the trenches. With a cry he caused the dome to explode outwards, expanding into flickering tendrils of strange lightning that earthed themselves through the traitor guard, frying those hit were they stood and blinding others. It was enough to by them another moment, and by the time the traitors' eyesight was recovered Sahaal was amongst them, his fists bludgeoning them to death, the rest of the command squad dropping into the trench behind him.

Nox advanced down the trench slowly, bolt pistol carefully placing shots into the troops he came across. He felt his psychic might returning slowly, growing stronger again as he slew. He followed Sahaal across the open ground into the next trench, ducking under heavy weapons fire as lasgun shots, mercifully not overcharged in this trench, pattered off his armour. Again he leapt into a trench, blade swinging and bolt pistol firing in a dreadful song. They would be at the city in no time.

Brother Leonidus gets up from the injured sternguard. He needed no further treatment and his superhuman form would heal rapidly. Walking over to the newcome Forge master, he sheaves his power sword before adressing him directly.

"Well met brother. I am indeed the cheif Apothecary here and yes, I will indeed treat this Neophite you bring with you, to the best of my ability. Under my command here I have my personal veterans, the Nocturnus guard, an assault squad and a heavy weapons team, two lascannons, two autocannons and two missile launchers. Each the master of their trade. Let us continue this conversation inside, your prospect of a gift interests me."

With that he walks back inside his command tent, one of his men supporting the neophite inside.

Acharias ran into a nearby trench, the ground shaking as he hit the ground. Pulling out his lightning claws he pushed through the droves of men looking for Captain Sahaal. Lasgun fire bounced harmleesly off his armor, but he aimed to defend the commander, still passed out in fear. The guardsman either ran or fight. But either way ended in death. Why rebel, Acharias thought to himself. Why go to these gods who did nothing to defend them. Acharias spoke into the vox, " Captain, I have a high priority prisoner. He could help us get into the city." Acharias shot a round from his bolter,the fiery explosion of the round made a large crack as the round flew towards it's target. The guardman exploded with the impact of the round. Acharias finally found who he was looking for. He approached Zahaal and said, " Captain, I have the commander of this guard regiment. What do you want to do with him?" Acharias looked into his captains eyes waiting for an answer.

Lucius was coated in ichor. Autocannons had torn his left side to shreds. Another silhouette crossed his vision.

"Lucius?! Lucius?! Can you here me?!"

The world became darker and darker. His agony was disappearing in a haze. He shut his eyes, and tried to mouth the word 'Yes'. Blood spurted from his mouth. His heart began to slow.

"LUCIUS?! Luci..."

He passed out, bolt pistol in hand.

Aldric turned towards Leonidus. He was treating Lucius at his best and he said that he would be fine after some treatment that i don't really understand.
Aldric picked up leonidus's present and said. ''Here he is some random crying grunt from the front lines. I captured him for you you can do with him as you see fit, but try to extract some information from his brains.'' Aldric walked outside and opened the vox. ''Captain i have met up with chief apothecary at the second trench there are around 3 claws with him, i also brought Aldric's pride to make the main spearhead.''

Sorry should have been in OOC thread.

Taric nodded at Brother Caesar, Caesar turned on his vox to all places and said"We have destroyed the Supply Post near the second trench. If anyone needs help post via vox. We are currently reloading and hiding out in a ruined builiding." Taric walked over to the ruined building and stayed their waiting for reinforcements and orders. After hearing the vox that his fellow comrades were struggling he could not press on, he had to mount a defensive position and fast.

With no answer from the captain, Acharias dropped him at his feet. With disgust he walked away down the trench. How are we going to win the war if he can't even listen to what his men say. Acharias climbed out of the trench and ran into the fray of battle. He let out a scream, amplified by the vox to form a nasty screech. All men dropped their guns at the bone chilling sound. They turned and saw the giant figure, lightning dancing across his armor. With a bone chilling laugh Acharius jumped into the trench and tore the men apart. Victory had never been so easy, it was in his grasp. He ran down the trench, killing everything that moved. Nothing could stop his might. The Emporor would be proud to see what the Night Lords were doing. Acharias stepped out of the empty trench, and ran to find his battle brothers. If no one else would listen to him, they would.

Leonidus was concentrating deeply, the neophite was very badly wounded, a great chunk of his side missing. He had been carefuly removing shrapnel fragments, one wrong move and something important could be cut. The side of the torso had been to badly damaged to heal, several ribs utterly shattered. He was forced to use crude biotics, temporary of cource, until better repairs could be made. But the neophite would live, that was certain. The gift brother Aldric had given him would be very useful, he needed live ones. The crying grunt was currently tied up to a steel chair across the room. Since he had gone to work on the neophite, his squads had reported in many more hostile casualtes. The battle was going perfectly.

Devotion... Honour... Sacrifice
These three words are engraved in gold ink along the side of Iscariat's right pauldron, his eyes glance along them, mentally reminding himself of his duty. His right hand rests on the hilt of his chainsword, shich lies in wait at his hip. His left hand is shielding his eyes from the glare of the waning sunlight. Behind him the thrall servitor's screw his fuel tanks shut and one blips out a recorded service message of readiness. Iscariat wears no helmet on his bald head and a scar that runs from his left eye along the back of his head is clearly visible, the place where an Ork power Klaw had nearly brained him. The light plays across the surface of his otherwise smooth head in a strnge halo of light.

Beneath the seargeant's feet the deck of the low altitude drop ship hums in resonance, the side door open before him shows a continuously shifting tableu of scenery that is at once stunning and terrible. Stunning because of the natural architecture of the world, terrible because it would not remain so for long. The seargeant's armour displays a white and gold colour scheme that is his way of denoting his rank, the usual white helmet eschewed by the grizzled veteran. A quad of service studs mar his forehead and from the right side of his mouth his lip droops slightly, a result of an impact that severed some of the nerves there. He never bothered to have it looked at.

Soon the Dropship is flying towards a battlefield which is lit up with gouts of lascannon fire, a small brigade of astartes are camped nearby. Iscariat turns to the pilot and in his loud brassy voice gives a simple order.
"Take me to where the fight needs me."
The pilots reply was lost in the noise of the engine but Iscariat would have garunteed an affirmative. The engine's pitch lowers significantly and Iscariat shifts his weight to accomadat the lean of the vehicle. He draws his chainsword and his left hand instinctively activates the turbines in his jump pack, then grips the handle of his plasma pistol. The pilot guided the dropship over a trench and Iscariat saw his chance. He took a double footed hop out of the dropship and immediately plummetted towards the ground. A moment before impact the turbines on his Jumppack flare and he snaps upright from his freefall position and lands feet first in the trench. His eyes snap up to see a dozen or so traitor soldiers staring at him in horror as his traditional battlecry rips from his mouth
"Pro totus Abbas!!"

One of the soldiers charges Iscariat, the seargeant almost pities the man as he is brought down screaming with a plasma bolt in his chest. The other soldiers open fire upon the Astartes, the shots crackle over his armour like so many toothpicks but a shot grazes his face gouging a thin groove in his cheek, he is amoung them in an instant however, the pain forgotten. His chainsword sprays visceral gore in all directions as he puts his full astartes strength behind every blow. Roaring like a landraider as he does so, spittle flying from his mouth and blood splattering across his chest, brutal swings of his service chainsword tearing great holes in the soldiers. Soon the trench is no more than so much blood and gore. Mutilated bodies lying in the corners, many of them still screaming in horror and gut wenching pain.

Not one of them does Brother Seargenat Iscariat grant mercy t as he moves towards the next trench segment, the screams of the soldiers eching in his ears.

Devotion... Honour... Sacrifice
The words are covered now in blood that slowly drips from the pauldron's surface as Iscariat makes his way towards his next hapless victims.

Lucius was in a deep slumber. He was stuck in a horrific nightmare. His friends and allies had betrayed him, his Primarch cackling in the foreground, terrorizing the innocent. He saw his closest comrades fighting amongst themselves, cutting at each other with sundering chainswords.

And then he saw the beast.

A hideous monstrosity reveal it's twisted, malignant face. It was covered in ancient runes, etched into it's rotting flesh. Blood dripped from it's talons. Blue flames beckoned from the back of it's throat. Serpents coated it's body, designed to enthrall mortal men.

Lucius woke up with a start, the image of the beast branded into his mind forever. Bionic components riddled his body. Pieces of equipment whirred inside him, the electronic hum soothing Lucius. He tried to stand up, but fell as the bionics in his leg calibrated. Leonidus levered him back into the chair, strapping him up. Lucius kicked and squealed like a newborn, only just learning how to use his new-found limbs and control them. He demanded his release, so he could destroy the rebels, but his shouting fell on deaf ears. Lucius slouched back in his chair.

Sergeant Rorick was keen to get his men up to the frontline. They had only played a minor support role for some time during the initial assualt. Being part of the breaching wave they had deployed first setting up a beachhead for the oncoming supplies and vehicles behind them. They had laid down continous covering fire from a captured bunker, repelling more than a few sneaky counter attacks to the company's flank. A vox came in from their officer saying the Bearers were to move up to a better position to cover the extending line of advance through the trench lines.

His squad silently trudged through the carnage left behind making their way to a command bunker which was said to have been abandoned. He raised a flat palm in the air signalling the squad to a halt. Over a muddy, crater ridden hill he could see the top of a communications array giving away it's location. Leading from the front they crossed the open muddy fields, a perfect oppurtunity for the enemy waiting to happpen. Rorick was stunned to make it to the entrance of the bunker without insidence. Maybe the scouts were finally learning to do their job?

They obviously had not learnt a damn thing. The devastator Sergeant strolled in only to find a group of Traitor officers crowded round a digital map of the entire area. Artillery spotters were setting up an observation post along with heavy weapons that could strafe the advancing marines. The officers seemed all too busy to notice the marine lifting his heavy bolter until it was too late. An officer peered up with horror stricken face about to yell before the monster's mouth unleashed death. Rorick sweapt the whole room in an arc, decimating everything in miniture explosions blasting apart the concrete. The officers were riddle to peices making them seem like puppets caught in a sporadic dance of death as they flailed their arms about. Some managed to upturn tables which were easily shredded apart. A peircing shine of light caught Rorick in the pauldron knocking his shoulder back with force. He pulled out of the room putting his back against the wall on the otherside.
"Those scouts must be blind!" roared Sergeant Kovar in frustration."Create a distraction Mirosa!" He was yelling orders over the now more confident return fire coming from inside. Mirosa was a new additon to the squad who was just another replacement in Rorick's eyes. Mirosa burst through the wall from the side of the bunker with ease. The young brother managed to let off a few shots with his auto cannon before he was forced back out of his newly created hole by a stream of energy. The distraction was enough for the Bearers to come into the room and mop up the remains. The bunker was now silenced except for the occasional groans of the wounded. Mirosa staggered back through the rubble with a decent scorch mark across his chest shaking his head from the impact. Brother Seth and Trogar found this rather amusing giving a sheepish grin underneath their helmets. They searched for intel on their new enemy who had so foolishly not left a watch outside.
"This one is still breathing!" cried out Seth.
"Drag the filth over here"
A blood trail followed where Seth dragged him and the injured man gave a loud yelp in pain. From his pompus uniform and clean apperance,except the gaping wound, this man appeared to be well bred and of high calibre.
"Command this is Immolation"
"This is command, speak Immolation"
"Command, acquired possible high value target"
"Acknowledged, hold position for confirmation"
They set up a defensive perimetre in their new found home and began their original misson of firing into the now exposed lines of enemy trenchs.

A fierce wind wipped the flayed skin banner against Kriegs shouldar, splattering gore over his stern, gaunt face. The 8 marines stood atop a cliff, staring at an awe inspiring gate, tall enough for the scout pattern varients of Collegio Titanica. Streams of panicking civilians pilled into the gate


Night had fallen long ago, as they tracked a convoy of reffugees through the mountains for hours, picking off stragglers, and throwing their mutilated bodies from ravines as the convoy passed. The convoy began to panic, shoving each other out the way, tying to make it to the gate, lest they become victims of the demons of the night. Pushing and shoving, hundreds were crushed against the mountains edge, thousands trampled as those at the back forced there way through the few guards unfortunate enough to be caught by the tide of sweating cattle. One of the chimeras fired warning shots, thinking this may calm and slow those pushing from the back. But it only proved to panic them further.

Flood lights swept through the dark, lighting the panicked, fear strikening faces of the traitors. Gears whined as the gate slowly kicked into life. Protesting metal whined as the tremendous weight of the reinforced giant gate was lowered. The tide pushed harder, desperatly trying to seek the refuge of the gate. Guards stationed atop the gates towers opened fire. Cutting bloody swathes through the crowds. Thousands were cut down, yet they kept pushing, trying to escape the night. The gate finally slammed down, crushing those caught underneath. The canyon echoed with the wails of those left behind.

Krieg kicked his bike into life. Thundering down the mountains edge at break night speed,
"Hear my warnings, unbelievers. You have turned from the light of the Emperor, our path has been long and bloody. We demand sacrifice. We shall bleed your planet dry" his booming voice amplified to an ear splitting volume, screaming .

They hit the crowds like a hurricane, bodies split open by the barking, twin linked bolters turned to mist. Bodies were crushed under wheel, Every movement was instinct, the ground was slick with gore as they herded the crowds away from the gate. People ran in a blind panic, those too slow were cut down like dogs, those at the front yelled, they were being forced right over the edge of a cliff. First a trickle, then a waterfall, bones crushed under tonnes of kicking and screaming bodies. Screams and wails filled the night, as Krieg and his entourage turned from the gate, and sped back into the black night.

Aldric opened a vox channel to Aldric's pride. ''All members of Aldric's pride we are going to wait here for a while. You can get out of your tanks but stay on your guard and be prepared to get back into the fight!''
He turned around and walked through the trench line killing the occasional struggler when Aldric saw him. It was the second in command hacking and slashing at a group of renegades. Aldric wanted to greet him when He saw a plasma gun armed renegade sneaking up behind him.
Before he could do anything Aldric fired his plasma pistol at his knees and his legs melted off. Aldric walked towards him and whispered into his ear with a screeching voice. ''Don't sneak up on a night lord!'' The sound was driving him mad. The screeching sound kept ringing around in his head and he screamed. Aldric picked him up and stuffed a frag grenade in his mouth. Afterwards he threw him towards his squad members one of them picked him up and before realizing it the frag exploded. 5 renegades where transformed into a gory red mush.
Aldric walked towards the second in command and said. ''Sir we have set up a base nearby follow me.''