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20 Minutes before TheRbotLol's post

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Lynessa figured out it had to do something with her mens safety but also an enemy force she ordered her forces to be withdrawn in a ritual to tzeentch to thank him.


Present

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She had withdrawn all her forces and equipment to her own personal area of the camp where searchlights where lit to stop the enemy ambushes.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.

''

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.

awd

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."

sf

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!