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"As you wish. Will I be staying with this squad? It seems not to suit me, being with emperor's children that have been together for their entire lives. And where will the battle go next, now that we have such allies?"

''I don't know its up to the captain for that but you will stay with me as the mistress of my chosen as my favorite as my main bodyguard.''

"Wow, a promotion. Back with imperial forces all I ever got was being forced into slave labour. Killing them should be fun now, although I wouldn't be surprised if they have a strike force out to kill me."

Th dreadclaw landed. With a mechanical whirring, the transport lifts itself off the ground , the enterance hatch opening. As one, Morgoth and his four bodyguards exit the black and purple transport, each expertly trained and equiped with the finest quality weapons. They had landed near to the camp, he could see it on a nearby hill.

"Move."

Barks Morgoth, as he and his squad begin the walk towards the camp.

Through a storm of purple silver and roiling clouds, the barbed, predatory ships wrenched the skies open. Glowing plasma residue flaked from the edges of the waspish vessels, as more and more of them streamed through the portal. A continuous wyrm-like stream of black metal blades and silver scales. Archon Vileth rode at the head of the glorious horde of Iron, aboard his glittering raider.

Initial resistance was light and where it was met, it was squashed beneath the immense fire power of the Elder craft. Vileth was growing impatient, he and his entourage had yet to bloody their blades. They had not met any worthy of their effort on countless worlds, where all they found where cattle like races, consumed by the relentless hunger of the dark city.

"It's disgusting" said Yilith, one of his sell swords, "The taste of She Who Thirsts is ripe on this world"

"Yes, it is. Very unavodiable, but not unexpected. The followers of the warp spawn are nothing to fear, but their god Daemons are ." agreed Haemonculli Vextar

"Enough of your idile thoughts, it is of no consequence to the actions in motion" rumbled Yngarl, Vileths chief Executioner.

Archon Vileth stood proudly aboard his raider, leaning on the side rails, lost in thought, ignoring the members of his entourage.

Lynessa petted her new bodyguard she was very nice for a slaaneshi one she really liked her. She began thinking about taking her under her tutelage.

Daston reached the main Imperial fortress, his head cleared. He could still sense the rage clawing at the back of his mind, but that had been there since killing the Tyrant a decade ago. Daston walked in unopposed; the commissar in charge of the eastern gate allowing the Blood Angel to enter with only a curious look as to why the Astartes was alone. The Assault Marine was walking straight to the armoury, going to see if he could 'aquire' some decent kit.

The ritual seemed to be reaching a peak as Lynessa, the sorcerer, accepted her as one of her own. Suddenly, though, a combat squad of salamanders (5 tactical marines including one with a flamer) came into sight. Two were sent flying back by the power of the sonic blasters, but they were soon close enough and one of the emperor's children went down to the flamer, while another two were at the very least badly injured by combat knives. However, the salamanders didn't stand a chance is such small quantities. Between the psykic power sent out by Lynessa and the flash of a neural whip by Kaless, they were gone before they got close to the ritual. Soon everyone could feel the air bending around that one point, their dark gods pulling through into reality. Soon the fun would begin.

The Wyrm of thorns tore threw the rust coloured clouds and toxin rich atmosphere, nearing their target. The taste of warp was getting strong, filling Vileths nostrils with a copper like smell. Far below, Vileths hawk like vision saw the ritual in full motion, nearing its climax. Signalling for his fleet to descend with a slight of hand, the wasp like horde decended, screaming to the ground below. Lance's of dark energy burst forth, blowing great chunks from the hordes below. Reavers and Helions decended on the circle, firing their poison tipped darts to the rapidly approaching circle.....

Lynessa stepped forward into the middle of the summoning circle the power of chaos began flowing around her she released her own powers and began screaming ancient incantations, her clothes began dissipating because of the powers of chaos around her the rift began opening. Fiends of slaanesh and screamers began gushing out, the mark of tzeentch around her eye began glowing furiously and she began maniacilly laughing.

With a daemonic roar, Morgoth and his elite enter the fray, bolt, plasma and flamer mercilessly cutting down the darting hellions and reavers. Face fully contorted into a daemonic visage, Morgoth brings his crackling blade about in a great arc, an unlucky hellion split vertically in half along with his skyboard, as he comes crashing in a bloody heap to the ground.

The ritual was complete now, Lynessa was at its centre as a great horde of daemons spilled forth from the portal's inky depths to combat the attacking Dark eldar. This would be interesting.

The reavers and hellions pulled up hastily, the warp spawn appeared with no warning. They only need worry about the airborne daemons, the earth-bound daemons held no power to even touch the Elder fliers. Deftly turning and spinning, the Screamers quickly gained advatage over the reavers. Their natural movement and unholy speed giving them an advatage. The Hellions fared much better, baiting the beasts into traps and slicing them apart with their razor edged boards.

"Target the circle, break their hold over the warp and they will disipate" called Vexta over the chaos of battle.

Ravagers turned there potent weaponry onto the circle of sorcerors, atomising everything caught in their weapons path. Cutting swathes of enemies down in a brutal fire storm. Raiders swooped low, wychs leapt deftly onto the field below, quickly cutting apart the slow, brutish mon'keigh with unmatched speed.

''Begone eldar i won't hesitate to give your soul to slaanesh! Maybe lord tzeentch will like your souls!'' Lynessa screamed as bolts of psychic power began rising up in the air horrors began pouring out of the circle they began hurling bolts at the eldar.

The damned eldar frustrated him greatly, there speed was matchable, but his foces lacked aerial forces. For now guns would have to do. Lifting bloodbolt to the air, Morgoth pulls the trigger five times, five daemonically-enhanced bolts flying through the air, each shot instantly decimating a passing hellion or reaver. One of his elite had been gunned down so far, the astartes disintergrated in a beam of pitch black energy. He cared not, other could be found to replace. Now the Dark eldar melee ground troops came, numerous agile Wychs tearing into cultists with barbed whip and cruel blade. No matter, a bolt round would still end them all the same.

"Slaanesh shall feast on your souls!" Yelling this warcry that made all the dark eldar flinch, Kaless leapt onto one of the jetbikes, kicking off the former rider and causing him to crash to the ground, then riding the thing, unable to control it, until it brought her to one of their gunships. She easily took out the three gunners and, pausing only for a moment to watch how the ship was steered, she gifted the fallen eldar with a shot from her pistol. Then she was guiding it towards another of their craft, causing the two to crash and leaping from the ship with seconds to spare. However, she was now a target, a whole squad of their warriors levelled their rifles at her from onboard their craft. She ducked, but still felt a number of shot clang from her power armour.
By then, though, enough damage had been done and enough demons were appearing that the dark eldar attack had been blunted. "No retreat, scum," Kaless cried, levelling her sonic blaster and damaging the engine of one of the craft, causing it to crash and the wyches onboard to leap out into her line of fire. She laughed, the kind of pain that only the Dark Prince can give coursing through her body as a poison splinter found a gap in her armour, but not enough to down her. Soon the real battle was underway.

Energy beams and disintegrator bolts cut through the chaos sorcerors. They stood defiently and indeferently, firing their dark magics in return, ignorant of the horrible casulties they were sustaining. A raider was struck by the dark magic, tossing its occupants over its rails, and screaming to the ground far below. Few of the sorcerors remained, but the daemons they have sent forth were proving to be little trouble, being easily cornered and outmanouvered by the Helions. Soon a mass of smoking remains and charred bodies were all that remained of the circle. The hold of the warp was waning now

Wychs lept deftl threw the ranks of the cultists. They moved with such grace and ease that the mon'keigh could barely follow them, they had met no one that could even stand against them....

Lynessas shouting only grew as 2 heralds of tzeentch on chariots came rushing out of the rift and they where heralding something grave. A bringer of change bursted out of the rift his screams where heard everywhere and his psychic power began being projected at the dark eldar.

The neural whip was darting from wych to wych, their ability to dodge useless when it came to a weapon this flexible, with only a single touch necessary. Still, they were tough opponents. Kaless had taken down three of the normal ones, but now their leader with an equally vicious-looking whip strode up to her, pistol extended. Kaless fired first, though only just, and forced the hekatrix to dodge, giving her just enough of an opportunity to dive forwards, barely dodging the agoniser, and lash her own whip out, barely catching the hekatrix' foot. Yet it was enough, the dark eldar's nerves overloaded, and she was unable to do anything for a split second. Kaless fired three bolts into the creature's head, each enough to kill easily. Then she was stabbed from behind.

The wound was barely anything, only just getting through her power armour and not getting any of her vital organs, yet it was enough to send her forwards, spinning round though without as much control as she would have liked. The wych leveled her pistol in an ironic replication of what Kaless had just done, only this time one of Slaanesh's demons decided to have its own attempt at irony, stabbing the wych in the back. Kaless' mind touched that of the demon through the mark they both carried, then Kaless was up again, mindful of the wound but knowing it would take more than that to defeat her.

The chaos servants had gone. Only the crew of the ship remained. Ethil looked onto the scarred surface of the planet. Fires burned across the landscape. Massive explosions tore the beautiful paradises into visions of hell. Such a shame.

RING! RING!

An alarm sounded. A bolt of light began hurtling towards the ship. As the crew screamed, the hull filled with towering infernos and shattered metal. The might of the ship was ripped in two, dropping to the planet below like a falling star, shining in the sky. As the segment of the ship came down on the surface , Ethil was tossed onto a sand dune below, the smooth grains cushioning his fall. The bulk of the ship crashed into the planet.

Daston walked in to the armoury. The Imperial manning the place almost fainted when an astartes walked in.
"Do you have a Bolter and a Plasma Gun?" growled Daston.
The Imperial hurried away, obviously scared. Two minutes later, the man returned carrying the most bizzare weapon Daston had ever seen. It looked like a Bolter, but it had the energy chamber of a Plasma Cannon, and it was about the size of a Bolt Pistol but longer slightly. The snivelling armourer explained that a Techmarine by the name of Rephosus sent blueprints from somewhere, and that only one was ever made. Daston thanked the man and turned to leave.
"Astartes or not, you need to pay for that unless you are from this planet's regiment!" barked the portly man. Daston turned back around and shot the man in the head with his old plasma pistol, flinching as the weapon detonated in his hand. Daston sighed. 12 years, and it detonated now. He threwthe remains of the weapon into the sludge that was the armourer's body and exited the room.

The sounds of battle hit him like a brick. He made his way towards them

He would charge the irritating Wyches now. Wth a great daemonic roar, Morgoth smashes into the closest, the eldar's frail form easily broken, numerous bones breaking with a sickening crunch. Spinning round, he easily impales a second Wych on his finely crafted sword, Vindictive, the weapon passing through the target's gut and out their back. A split second later, the wych knows no more, as she is split gut-to-head in a burst of gore. He turns just in time for one of the eldar to wrap one of their bladed whips around his arm. The weapon leaves little more than scratches. With his other hand, he pulls hard on the whip, the Wych momentarily falling off balence. A moment was all he needed. Before she could blink, her head was seperated from her shoulders in a sweep of his blade, her wide-eyed head rolling to the ground. The last leapt up onto his back, stabbing wildly at his neck with some kind of gauntletts. With one hand, he reaches up to grab the Wych by her face, the eldar struggling weakly as he crushes her skull with one hand. Shrugging off the limp corpse, he turns back to the numerous hellions and reavers moving through the air.

Too easy.

Graff clutched at his diseased head. The sound of a thousand flies were buzzing all about him as Ulgot spoke to his instrument.
"My children," he gurgled. "This land has seen the taint of Slaanesh upon this place. It must be swept away and replaced with the offspring from the Pox Garden. Summon me, and Father Nurgle will shower you and your disciples with love never-ending."
The buzzing flies dissipated as the Plague-Bearer gave one phlegm-coated chuckle. Graff knew what must be done.

Kaless was dealing with the wyches in an elegant way, while the commander was dealing with them in a... far less subtle way. Not that it mattered, so long as it worked. As they fought on, however, she heared a strange kind of buzzing, a bit like flies, though as soon as she started to concentrate it started to sound like...

...praises to nurgle! "Watch out! Nurgle demons!" her cry came just too late: A massive plague-infested demon pulled itself from the warp, and prepared to fight.

With the area clear, Ve'Carr let the rest of the battalion come in. Within minutes the men came raining down. 20 scouts, 50 marines, 10 terminators, 4 rhinos, 3 land raider redeemers, 2 Razorbacks, 2 Land Speeders, 1 vindicator, 1 Whirlwind, the dreadnought Fo'Cal, and the techmarine in charge. Together they would win this. Ve'Carr shouted out "Move to the Imperial settlement!" With that they took off, moving the quickest they could toward the city. Within an hour they reached the gates and entered the fortress. They were greeted with awe from the guardsmen stationed there. Their saviors had arrived.

"The warp spawn are too many, fall back." ordered Archon Vileth.

Salamanders, thats just what I need thought Daston. Using the jump pack, he jumped up on to a rooftop and stood there watching the Salamanders

The shouts and cries of the Traitor-guardsman reached a fever pitch, singing the praises of the Plague-Father. Soon enough, the sound of flies could be heard buzzing in the air. The buzzing grew louder, filling the air until the sound was thick enough to cut with a chainsword. At the center of the impromptu circle, thick mushrooms and exotic plants sprouted from the ground. Further still, the ground cracked and became parched and riven with rot. Those unlucky souls too close from the summoning fell to the ground, their bodies quickly bloating and festering with all sorts of insects and plants. Finally, the ground split apart, and a great cloud of sickness billowed forth. A gurgling laughter erupted from the great fissure in the earth. Two diseased hands supported the massive weight of Uglot, the Plague-Bearer to the surface. His supple, generous frame was covered with all manner of lesions, pimples, poxes, festering gashes spilling rotting innards. The constant buzzing of flies increased exponentially, as more flies gushed from the Daemon's mouth.
Raising his Plague-sword high into the air, he cried out in a low, guttural voice, "NURGLE'S HERALD HAS RETURNED AT LAST! LET THIS PLACE ROT AND WITHER, AND MAKE LIFE ANEW!"

Kas watched the whole affair from a tree near them, Dark Kin falling in scores until their retreat. He found that he approved of the Warp spawned bastards that had carried it out. He would find their commander he decided

"How lucky" Alphonsine said as it came into view just exactly what the Guardsmen were excited about. The guardsmen themselves already slightly towered over her, but to match the height of the Astartes the one of the twins would need to stand on the others shoulders pretty much. Lily though appeared distracted as they walked to greet their allies she scanned the skyline. It was clear she expected some sort of attack due to the large force being deployed. A guardsman ran up to Commander Howlett and muttered something, his teeth gritted.

"Greetings Astartes... Brother Captain I take it?" said Alphonsine upon looking at the armour. "Your presence here honours us, my lord. Not only as the Angels of Death, but the carriers of his purging flame. Welcome" as usual Lily's welcome seemed to be a touch better. The remaining battle sisters of their order had gathered behind, bowing to the Astartes as a sign of respect. Of course as it was a battlefield they were all armed, which did make it slightly harder for some of them to do so.

"Greetings, Sisters." said Ve'Carr. " Yes, Brother Captain it is." Ve'Carr looked into the sky as he expected some more things to land in the city. " We are proud to fight by your side and purge the enemies of the Emperor," said Ve'Carr as what he was expecting came into view. The Salamanders Storm Eagle followed by two Storm Talons. The Guardsmen cleared the area so the craft could land. They landed, the hatches opening. Out of the Storm Eagle came five more Terminators, the battalions apothacary and librarian. The people stared in awe, until asked to help unload equipment from the storm eagle, which they happily agreed. Ve'Carr greeted the marines walking out, turning to Commander Howlett, " Where is a building we can set up base camp?" Howlett answered, pointing to a large building with a vehicle bay and landing pad on the roof," there is your HQ, make yourself at home." " Thank you," said Ve'Carr, commanding his troops to move to the building.