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Why did you erase it dude? It's an awesome story.

I didn't, my phone did. It's going to take me longer now. I'm not erasing it all, just the bit I was working on. More on the way soon.

Erreul and the Sergeant had worked their way into the engine room, where it was surprisingly undamaged, in fact it looked like no one was in it at all. The two stepped in, a Dog trailing behind them.

"Get on the roof.."

The Dog hopped up onto a strut, then onto a coolant modulator and further up. The two continued to advance cautiously, each knowing this was to strange.

"Stop!" Erreul hissed suddenly, quite for a change. The Sergeant froze and looked at Erreul. The place was full of mines, and men waiting around corners. Erreul crouched and got behind a desk, the Sergeant behind a read out screen.

"They're everywhere, I'm surprised none of the are on the roo-" a sound went of and the robots feed went black. "They have people on the roof too.."

A Sufferage sauntered in from a air duct, looking around. Erreul motioned to the sniper, and it looked at it.

"Well Sergeant, you have Alpha Legion on your vessel..."

"Guillimans breath!"

"We're going to need to get out of here... Radio it in, I have a plan.."

"Brother Captian Sinon, we have confirmed Alpha Legion on the ship, I re-" A bolt went straight through the Sergeants arm guard, blasting a hole through it. "Blasted warp scum!"

Erreul had the Suffrage step on a mine on the opposite side so the could get out. Erreul opened the door, and jumped up, running towards it with the Sergeant, diving, a shot slamming into Erreul's battle helm, the door falling shut.

"Oh thank the Emperor-" The Sergeant was caught off guard by Erreul's face. "Well, it seems your hit"

Erreul nodded, he felt his face. Sure enough there was a massive gouge in his jaw. The bottom half of his jaw was completely shattered, he reached in and pulled out some teeth.

"I can not begin to tell you the amount of pain I am in." He laughed, bone fragments falling out.

The Sergeant laughed to.

"We better get you to the Apothecary, that looks bad."

"Yes, breathing in your own teeth does not feel good. You radioed in this position, right?"

"I did not make Sergeant by being incompetent, Magos."

The two hurried off through the corridors, coming across the HQ of the Cradlers.

Maximus Larr, Regimental Commander, Hawk Actual.

Maximus Larr was probably one of the most successful Guardsmen in the regiment. To keep politics to a minimum, the Cradlers decided that no matter your birth, only the best would attain rank. Maximus was the Regimental Commander, flanked by his Command squad. Larr was a heavy built man, looked like he straight out of a holopic movie. Bright green eyes, jet black hair combed back, strong mans nose and a fixated smile. This man looked to be a society man, soaking up the attention from the girls, not a front line soldier. Working in some mapping, he sat on a broken Breast, it's main compartment a gaping hole. He was in his combats, his power sword hung through loops, a bolter pistol in its case on his opposite hip. Along his belt was different things he picked up during his years in the Guard, including his standard issue helmet.

Standing beside him was the Regimental Lieutenant, Kelies Fontua. A long time friend of Larr, born to a noble and very rich family, he joined the regiment to get away from the politics of the planet, and his father. Years of service rendered him mangled, having a bionic arm, and his eye being replaced, along with half of his head. To say he was put into a grinder and processed was a nice way to explain this mans features. His single storm grey eye was bloodshot, his thin shaved red hair, his nose looked as if it had been broken to many times and did not set properly.he was also in his combats, though he had his helmet held against his belt hook. Leaning against the Beast, he was sharpening a knife. His own power sword hung from a single loop, his las pistol holstered on his hip, a sniper las rifle slung across his back.

Standing to the left of Larr was the Regimental Communicae Lieutenant, Davian Freei. Freei was a wiry lad, no older than twenty, and it showed on his face. His dark brown eyes hardly showed his pupils, his brown hair shaved down to his scalp. His nose seemed to be a slope, ending close to his face. His helmet however was on, his features and emotion hidden beneath the odd looking helm. The issued helmet of the Cradlers were similar to that of Eldar helmets, except with a lower silhouette. The helmets went down to the neck, and had a T mask pattern for implication of their home made rebreathers and combat masks. The combat mask goggles mimicked the Eldar eyes, round and brightly coloured, as well as acting as sun reflectors, minor night vision was added. The T style also incorporated a personal vox, after dealing with the Eldar, and their lightning quick attacks and fleeing, communication was essential to the fledgling world, this was also easily plugged into a vox set. Davian stood on top if the Beast, looking through the Beasts head. His Armageddon class lasgun was folded up and slung across his back.

The last man was a Regimental Medicae, Carh Maaw a well built man with brown hair, and bright blue eyes, his nose also seemed as if it was broken and set wrong as well. He laid along the track, wresting with a leg up, his helmet backwards as he silently slept. Upon his helmet where light white crosses, four around the helmet. His kit was along his belt, the man also had a combat knife. His rifle was the Cradlers standard issue riffle, longer than the average lasgun, and was propped up against the track.

"We should be with the men right now." Larr said, clearly bored.

"You know Ultramarines Sir, 'Stand in a line and get shot, we'll deal with what's left.'" Fontua replied, looking up in time to see the Sergeant walk into the makeshift HQ.

The Lieutenant went pale, and Freei laughed, digging deeper, Erreul followed in, both now pale.

"I'll give you three seconds to get off or your going home in a box." Erreul growled at the man, he meant it.

The soldier hopped down and stood beside the CO, staring at Erreul's face as each where. The Sergeant decided to let the comment pass.

"Ho-ly Terra..." Larr let out, examining Erreul. "Did you taste the led Magos?" He smirked

Erreul let out a laugh that made the men uncomfortable, he had a hole in his face.

"That I did, Regiment Commander. It looks like your hard at work."

Larr smiled, and opened his arms. "You know it... So what brings you to this side of the vessel Magos?"

Erreul walked over to the Beast and began inspecting it, a massive hole in its chest from rokkits.

"I decided to have... Lunch."

The Command squad laughed, and Erreul noted that they actually laughed, not faking it. He turned to the napping Medicae and tapped his helmet. The man jerked his knife out and shot up, smashing his head into the Autogun. Everyone laughed, and once they all settled down they got down to business.

The Medicae began to look over Erreul's face. "Emperor, you have him on your side, Magos. An inch left and your spine would be-" the man made cutting noise. "Lights out."

"Can you fix it?"

"Son, if I was going to fix you I'd be the Emperor, and since I'm not, I can't."

Erreul looked at the man.

"Did you just refer to me as 'son'?"

The man looked flustered.

"Apologies Magos, it won't happen again." Maaw spoke quickly.

Erreul stood back to his normal height, looking around the squad.

"Recall your men, the Astartes can handle it from here, I believe we can get on with our objectives. Sergeant, do you concur?"

The Sergeant nodded.

"First though, I will escort you to the Apothecary."

"Agreed."

The Magos and the Ultramarine left, talking about past glories once again, the squad this time giving some space to make sure they were not listening.

"So.." Began Fontua. "That's Magos Erreul, I've never heard a man of Mars laugh like that before..."

Larr nodded, and turned to Davian.

"Round em up..."

"Lieutenant, I would advise a retreat, now."

The man looked at the Staff Officer.

"Please be quite, Captain."

"Damn it man! I didn't make it this far to be brought down by green skins, let alone by the Death Korps stubbornness to retreat."

The Lieutenant paid him no mind as he turned back to the map in the middle of the room. His fingers rattled against it, the wheels in his mind turning.

"How many left?"

A trooper came to attention.

''27 Grenadiers, 4 Watchmen, and 9 troopers."

His fingers stopped.

"Any word from Command?"

"Yes sir, the right and centre did not get hit as hard as we did."

The Lieutenant turned and looked at the old Cadian Captain.

"So, Sir, in my position what would you do?"

The Captain half laugh half snorted.

"Retreat, but seeing as how that is no option, I would consolidate my forces closer to the centre."

The Captain pointed to the trench on the map. It wasn't to far from where they were.

"We could have the boys get some makeshift earthworks up quickly, then we could be linked up with the rest of the force."

The Lieutenant nodded and looked up at him, then to his elite Grenadiers that accompanied him.

"You men will stay in hiding, attacking the horde from the rear when they fold into the new defence, hopefully that will dent them."

The troopers saluted and a followed their orders, exiting the command dug out.

"Watchman, please get the men moved into position and to dig in."

The Cadian Captain stood by the map and looked at the Lieutenant, looking beside it thinking.

A solider fell into the dug out, a big sword sticking out of the mans chest.

"So this is how it ends, stuck in a dug out when we could have fought another day." The said with poison.

"In death, retribution Captian"

The two took out their weapons, ready for what ever came in. An Ork ran the corner and immediately took a bolt to the face, causing him to yell out.

"Waaagghh!!"

Pounding feet came running suddenly, yelling out in Orkish, sounds of fighting above their heads became apparent. An Ork ran into the trench, and looked at the two.

"Zog it..."

Another corpse fell to the prey of the Captains bolter. These two notices fresh wounds on the dead Ork, looking like las fire.

"I hope that's a good thing." Said the Captain quietly.

A very odd looking thing suddenly poked its head in then quickly out.
Suddenly a odd beat walked in, bearing the mark of the Aquila on a shoulder sheild.

"What in gods name..."

It looked around the room. It suddenly convulsed and lights in its eyes lit up.

"Lieutenant, Captain. This is a machine of the Legio Cybernetica, it designation is 'Grunt' and has basic vocal responses if needed it will assist you back to-" Two low thuds sounded and the robot moved behind the wall, ducking down, holding up a Flamer. It let out a high pitch squeal, binary, so the Captain new. It turned the corner and lit the door way, causing smoke to slowly fill the room. An Ork ran inside, and it ran right into an extended arm of the Grunt, who then slammed the Flamer into its chest and lit it up from the inside. If screamed in pain as the three made their exit.

The battle had calmed substantially, though there was still pockets of fighting in the dug outs and pill boxes, however the Krops had rebreathers and the Orks did not. And they adopted the 'Smoke them out' tactic. The Korps worked with the Erreul's Robots uneasily, few ever really witnessing them let alone being around them.

The Lieutenant and Captain walked on each sides of the Robot. "So why is it that your eyes are glowing and the rest are not."

The robot scanned the horizon. "That is because I am currently controlling it, I am en route currently with the bulk of the forces that were brought to assist you. I however thought having a competent Lieutenant would help the over all mission."

The Captain nodded. "So you are the infamous Magos Erreul?"

The robot nodded awkwardly, making a noise as if something was being stretched that normally doesn't. "That I am Captain."

The Lieutenant looked at them, watching them move. "What did you name them?"

The Magos looked at the Beast he looking at, thinking what he was. "Unfortunately this is the test for my Cohort... The name will be dependant on victory."

The Lieutenant nodded.

"We'll be landing in 20 standard minutes, your orders are to report to the command bunker and report to your Captain."

"Understood."

"Then my job is done, praise the Omnissiah, the Emperor of Mankind goes with you both."

"The Emperor Protects." Responded the two in unison.

The robot fell to its knee, as if a burden was released from it, it stood back up and analyzed the situation.

"Do you require additional numbers attached to your Command Squad?"

"No."

"Affirmative"

The robot turned and joined a group being lined up by a tech priest.

"Their coming for another bout!"

The Lieutenant and Captain ran.

Well this was a outstanding read, are you sure you are not a tech priest in hiding?

Maybe you should condense the dialogues a little and show a little interaction in the dialogues. Like simple but boring gestures, I know it's boring to write: "I'm an envoy of the Emperor" Zachiash said as he flashed his sigil. "Yet I need two ships of the Lunar Cruiser-class to do my bidding." His other hand made the gesture of a V rapidly as he spoke. This is one example, as for now your dialogues reminds me of reading a chat-dialogue on MIRC.

I am inclined to agree with beaviz81.
Though I do thoroughly enjoy it.

I will keep it in mind for sure, thank you for the suggestion.

Sorry that I failed to add that the fluff is good. Well it's a minor concern, as I just suggested something.

Erreul was sitting in a custom Valkyrie, looking over his programming.

"Lord?"

"Yes." Erreul turned to see the clones physically changing, each growing and styling their hair in a different way, also beginning to look like him self.

"What are we doing?" The man was remarkably well kept, his hair short to his head. He had a tattoo of Erreul's heraldry on his forehead, the Mechanicus Skull shinning brightly in the middle of it. The Omnissian crossed swords released a dull black shine, perfectly contrasting the skull. However, right in the middle was a space, waiting for the symbol of the name. "We'll be landing on the surface, reports say hot, and link up with Guard Forces and create a joint Command." The Praetorian lifted his twin linked Autogun onto his hip and held it comfortably. "You chose two? Why not a special?" Erreul motioned to another who had a grenade launcher attached to his mount. "Me and second gauntlet First decided to so we could order out units that mic better, give them a reason to be good at they use." Erreul looked around the room, and sure enough the other Gauntlet First had a twin linked Autogun as well. Guard walked over and bowed. "Ten minutes." Erreul grinned, he looked around and saw different personalities of himself around the room, the two Firsts however were twins, and looked exactly like their father. He was their father.

The Valkyries four Auto Canons opened up, the decent began the side doors slide up and the two heavy support servitors came to life, sliding into the firing position, a small round area protruding from the side with a 360 degree movement. The bolter started to spit as the servitors began to mark targets, information flooding to them from the robots on the ground. The two heavy stubbers on the back began to open up as well, the shells falling into casing ports out the bottom of the Valkyrie. Erreul looked at the men as they unhooked and peeped out the door, the Orks once again were being beat back by the Guards, Erreul's legion was crashing with the Orks on the left flanks, their cold collected efficiency completely contrasted by the Orks furious random rage. To a normal man, their silence during battle would be unnerving, awkward. To Erreul however, he was very proud, and turned to the tech priest stationed o the Valkyrie in the co pilots seat. "When you run out of ammunition return to an arming station and pick up two lascanons, I want the servitors to have my Autogun design as well. The Omnissiah protects!" The wind made it ever hard for Erreul's augmented voice to heard, and it would have been impossible for the other Martian to speak, he instead tilted his head in a bow. Erreul hopped out of the Valkyrie first, landing on an Ork and rolling onto his feet, his staff and mechadendrites activating as he did. He began to crackle with energy as he hacked an Ork into the ground with a crushing blow, his mechadendrites coving his back. The Flamer attachment acted as if it was by its self, however each arm was controlled by Erreul's mind, now his subconscious, as if they were his own limbs.

"Come to me beasts! Face the might of mankind them selfs!" Erreul roared as he clashed with a group of Orks that got behind the lines. The Ork Nob charged behind his Boyz, barreling through them. "Ee's mine ladz, I got a new-" His jaw was simply knocked off, and a flash of surprise shot across the Orks face as he swung his axe at Erreul savagely. He caught the axe and pulled it out of the Orks hands, and savagely beating it in the gut with it, simultaneously slamming his own in the other side, splitting the Ork in half. Erreul stepped on the Orks head, a crunch sounded shortly after. The Gauntlets led by Guard moved around Erreul and swiftly dispatched the awestruck Boyz that were watching. He looked down at the mess under his foot, the cackling lessening. "Take trophies." Erreul motioned to the corpses. "Orks are superstitious." A mechadendrite reached down and ripped out the biggest tusk the wasn't shattered, putting a hole in it and then attaching it to a wire running along his left shoulder.

Erreul and Guard entered into the Command dug out, quickly some communications equipment, maps and viewers were set up. At the top was the Captain of the Death Korps, to his left was the Cradlers CO, and their attaches, across from them was what was left of the Korps officers, and some pretty clear field promotions were given. A Coms officer looked up and breathed out. "Excuse me Magos, but if you have the time, this thing need to be looked over." He motioned to the vox caster in front of him, his uniform was clearly Death Korps. Erreul looked at it, then gave it a good smack, it spitting out static. He tuned it, and sure enough it was once again working. The man looked at him with a 'Seriously' look, and then went back to his job. Erreul joined grunt at the table as a rokkit exploded in the distance, a cry of pain sounded shortly after. "As it is clear, the infestation on this planet is Ork, and their-" Boom! ".. Attacks have been dwindling us down, mainly on the left flank. What we need is a break out action, witch should route the full force of the Orks." An Auto Cannon sounded in the distance, suddenly joined by Stubbers. Erreul looked down at the field to see the they were on the outside of a forrest. The Co's of each regiment spoke together as Erreul looked at the junior officers. "Lieutenants, Platoon Officers, what say you?" Each looked surprised by the question, including the two senior officers who were conferring. "By my fast evaluation, we could bomb the main force from orbit with long guns, then thrust with an offensive to push them back, set up a quick defence and fortify a rear position." The man was a Cradler, he was obviously in his late twentys, and was known to be very opinionated within the regiment. He never really went against orders, he always followed them, but almost always deviated from them. The two CO's nodded, looking around the desk. A soldier entered into the room and whispered something into a Korps Lieutenant's ear, who in turn nodded and left with the soldier. "We could just burn them out, strap a crap load of petrol onto some incendiary bombs and drop it on hard points, Cradlers surround and cut off the retreat and Korps could strap up and go into the smoky battle zone." The CO's once again nodded, and looked at the map. A Lieutenant cleared his throat. "Sirs?" The two looked up, a Death Korps Lieutenant turned red, obviously not used to being looked upon by the two. "What if we bomb the from space, burn their rear, have the two regiments on either side and funnel them into Lord Magos Erreul's forces." The two stood silently for a minute and looked up at Erreul. "What do ya say Magos, care to get them metal claws of yours dirty?" Erreul looked at the Lieutenant, slightly confused on why he put Lord before his name. "Regimental Officer Larr, I would love nothing more that to rip the spine out of the Omnissiah's enemy's and feed it to them." The men stopped, realizing what they had only heard: This was no back lines Martian they were so accustomed to.

Erreul lined up his troops, he had willed the robots to add onto the trenches, stationing the Beasts in the back, the Grunts in the middle and the Dogs in the front. Fire ports were added to the trenches instead of fire steps. The rear was raised, and hunkered down with earth and fast ceramite fortifications for the tech priests and other personnel. Erreul stood at the front of the first trench, his robots also standing. He turned around and looked down the massive area, two rearming stations dropping behind the trench, sheltered by the height of the rear trench. This was going to be a scrap, and he knew it. He lifted up his brightly glowing axe, the Legio Cybernetica symbols glowing, along with his own, nameless legions symbols smaller, but none the less glowing just as bright. He let out a gut wrenching battle cry, raising it above his head, the entire legion of robots and personal and robots returned the shout, the sound shaking mortal mens vision kilometres away. "For the Omnissiah! For the Legio Cybernetica! For the cohort!" The legion let out another earth shaking war cry, the robots vibrating, the Dogs jumping around growling at each other and letting out their cry's, the Grunts bashing the chests, Beasts roaring louder than the rest, releasing binary squalls and deep sounded shouts, the Sufferages on high areas and in the lines opening their receivers like a lizard and bobbing their heads back and forth. Erreul lit up in a surge of pure energy, it coursing through him like water into a stream, quickly spreading to all the robots and personal, charging them. He slammed his axe down, power exploding where it touched. "TO VICTORY!!" What was released by this legion was recorded by high orbit craft, one word, Victory.

That better?

Sure now I don't seem like I'm sorting through old MIRC-logs.

Loves your descriptions BTW.

Good new addition to your story

Erreul stood in the rear trench, on top a Beast, the prime, surveying the field. The Prime was so because it showed the most autonomy above the rest. Because of the past experiences with true AI, it was completely illegal to produce and was charged with high treason to do so. Though his robots show some form of intelligence, they are in fact just autonomous. To the naked eye, the robots would seem that they can function by them self, however looking deeper there is always a tech priest near by. Erreul had his legion set up so that the robots, who were hooked up to a collective combat data bank, however in the end that's all they could do, fight and do non essential tasks. However, everything less is dictated actions via tech priests attached to the squad level, or the Magos him self. Erreul himself however gave the Primes freedom to tap into the massive data at will, rather than just in combat, this assured a level of autonomy while keeping it within the legal levels. The Prime looked around the field, conversing with the other primes and tweaking the lines for the max amount killing power. "Master Creator, all Primes accept current formations as: Most efficient. Holding additional forces in reserve. Stress test of the Runner has been complete. Production of A-F-L still in process." Erreul noticed that his robots were becoming so effective on the field tay they were actually running out of ammunition and had to fall back, that being where most of the casualties came from. His response was the Runner. It was simply an ammunition runner, one arm was a dedicated shovel the other a small arm, however like all of his legion, arms can be changed at rearming station. The runner looked like a dog, but walked around on two legs, however still able to run on all legs. The Suffrage Prime hoped down onto Erreul's shoulder and slipped off, falling to the ground, the Beast giving a low gruff laugh. "feth you," the other prime responded, his antenna open as if it was making him seem bigger than he really was. The Beast simply turned his head away."Communications indicate both regiments are finished their trench works and are awaiting bombardment." Erreul nodded as it put its antenna back against its body, hoping up onto the Beast and back on top of the command bunker. Erreul looked over the wall behind him, and noticed that the two rearming stations were hard at work repairing and rebuilding broken robots. He turned to the Grunt Prime, who was maintaining his arm. "Beta Prime, get your reserves together, get one of those arming station's in the ground, trench works around it, make it a fortress. The Runner will be under your command until enough are made. Get to it, Prime." The prime saluted and went off, his reserves snapping to life, heading towards the rearming station. Erreul turned to the the wrecks cleared from the trenches. "Dog Prime, get two units over there and strip that multi-las off the Chimera and bring it over here. Take what ever is left in those wrecks and give it to the rearming station, salvage it all." It bowed its head and went off, the multi-las was delivered to him. Erreul bent down and took it apart, and repeated the process a couple times before finally the sound of guns from the sky sounded, and flames lit up on the far side. Erreul left a disk on the side full of the specifications and enhancements, handing it off the the waiting dog who in turn took it to the rearming station. Since Orks are the enemy, Lascanons were not needed as bad, and an easy fix to put on the backs of the Grunts and an arm of the Beast would be rearmed to have Multi lasers, the plan was to arm the reserves to have a 2 ML, 1 lC per unit, and when the reserve unit is outfitted, will assume the position of the primary legionnaire, making sure that there is constantly a robot on the front lines while keeping up an efficient rearming action.

Finally a small group of Orks ran out into the clearing and was dispatched by the long bolters on the dogs backs, a slow trickle of mostly routing Orks began to arrive, quick shots dispatching them with shots to the skulls. Erreul stood as the Dogs began to hop around, remaining static. Erreul willed Runners to set up ammunition dumps along all three trenches, and they were moving onto the main middle trench, others loading ammunition into the freshly dug dumps. The Suffrage Prime suddenly opened up, listening to all of the communications, it summoning 4 others to listen to the specific regiments in the combat zone. "Magos, the Lieutenant has sent you request." Erreul looked up at it. "Witch one?" The robot triangulated where in the planet the signal came from. "Lieutenant of Kreig, of the Kreig Death Korps, third platoon. No name given, and has received praise as a brilliant tactician of trench warfare amongst his fellow junior officers." The Beast Prime let out a squeal in binary, three quarters of the Beasts left the trench to rearm, and where quickly replaced by ones that had already rearmed. A Runner with two shovel arms began digging directly to the left of the Beast Prime. "Accept it please." The Suffrage Prime hopped onto Erreul's shoulder and plugged directly into his personal vox. "This is Magos Erreul, the Omnissiah and Emperor of Mankind protects." Erreul looked at the servitor sitting on the Beast's tracks, the Beast as a robot was to big to reload it self, so Erreul just attached a normal reloader servitor to the single Beast unit, normally manning the shoulder mounted Heavy Stubbers, Missile Launcher, or grenade launchers. An Ork came out of the woods, a Dog waited for it to come close enough to jump on it, the ones around it began ripping it apart. Erreul watched silently. "The Emperor Protects. Magos, I just wanted to say..." Erreul heard a bomb explode over the vox. "I'll talk later." The vox spat static suddenly. He removed the Prime from his vox, it hopped away. "Lord Creator. We have salvaged the destroyed tanks weapons, only two battle canons and a Hunter-Killer missile." Erreul nodded, stepping off the Prime and walking into one of the fortifications, the Prime following in, taking up its position in the lower part. "Alright, secure them in the fortress when it's finished being constructed." Erreul looked at the group of tech priests in the bunker, one looking out the slit, the other couple working on a robot. The Heavy Bolters waiting to be crewed when the Ork tidal wave approached. "Lord Magos, this robot it fixed and ready for Battle." The four bowed but the one, the one looking out the window. Erreul shut the door and activated his battle suit, prompting the one to look at him. "You come to this planet, you kill my men, you attempt to probe my mind, then you try to release a scrap code into my legion? And you thought you could get away with all this just because of who you are? And for what, because this is your grave world? Do you really think we would have began to dig, on the COMPlETE opposite side of the planet." The middle priest stepped forward, staring at him. "Yes, it was only a matter-" Erreul suddenly bellowed. "We're on a Death World you fool! Do you understand what that means??" The Eldar held firm. "Then why are you here?!" Erreul stepped foward, towering over the group. "How long have you been alive?" The Eldar looked confused. "200 years." Erreul took a less aggressive stance and put his axe in front of him. "Then you have no clue or need to know." The room got quiet, all the Eldar shifted uncomfortably. "So.. What happens now?" Erreul shrugged. "You tell me what you don't want me to dig up, I let you go, and I make sure that it stays undisturbed." The five figures looked at each other. "Your just Guardians, aren't you?" Erreul tilted his heads to the side. "So then that means..." Erreul listened in silence looking out the slit then back to them. Flames suddenly lit up the four as the other jumped forward, in who Erreul grabbed by the head and held to the ground, the mechadendrites holding him. "Now your really going to tell me why your here." The Eldar struggled to no avail, the disguise revealing a female. "I'll tell you nothing you damn primate!" Erreul lifted her up and looked her towards her burning compatriots, still flailing around, covered in a very sticky highly flammable concoction Erreul found in a poorly up kept repair station. "They died in vain! You failed! Why are you here?!" Erreul let her listen to them shriek as she processed her options. He stuffed her into a still burning corpse, her long purple hair igniting. She screamed loudly wipping her head around. "Why are you here?!" She started to cry loudly: "Stop! Just stop!" Tears ran down her face as she looked away from the corpse she was just rammed into, Erreul specifically into the one who was looking out the window. "We were here to take renascence and to report back to our leader! I swear! We just wanted to see if you had any information on our grave site!" She completely broke down, crying loudly. Erreul stood, putting a foot on her back, placing his staff against the back of her head. She immediately stopped crying. He stood there for a bit before taking it off, looking down at the miserable looking creature. "You know, I used to always work with Eldar as we flew through space, exploring new technology's and worlds just me a crew a vessel and the great unknown.. I always found Eldar women attractive." He looked down out the window. "I finally found an Eldar that showed any interest in me. She was a tall female, coming up to my shoulders. She had light brown hair with bulbous blue eyes, a dante nose. See she was a pilot, on the Path of the Mariner.." The Eldar stirred under his boot, causing him to look down, she was looking up at him, actually listening. "We used to hug when no one looked, it was our secret. It felt good, her soft skin against my own..." He looked down as sadness washed over him. He suddenly looked up. "She left me a present before we moved onto the next planet, a necklace." He removed it from his neck, and it was clearly hand made from some sort of metal with paint on it, shaped into a character. He put it back around his neck and he looked down at the woman. "Now what do I do with you?" She sniffled. "Just kill me.." Erreul lifted her up with a mechadendrite and shook his head. "You will be use to me, you will not be harmed further."

Erreul called up his Valkyrie, and the left Gauntlet. Be brought the Eldar in and sat her next to him, across from the five men. "Lord?" The First sat in the middle, his head tilted. Erreul shook his head. "Need to know basis." The soldier nodded and began a weapons check, clearly all of them had been in a scrap before being called up, trophies were adorning their left shoulder guards. Erreul turned to the Eldar. "What is your name?" She looked at him, she seemed to comfortable. "Rye, of Craftworld Yme-Loc." Erreul ran through his extensive mind, to no avail. He then tapped into the Machine Spirit and scavenged all information on the ship. Erreul frowned, turning to the pilot, "Get us there now!"

The Valkyrie landed right above third platoons command dug out, witch raised some heads. Erreul his the prisoner in a priests gown and the small group hurried in. The Lieutenant was behind a map, the Captain beside him. Two men stood guard at the door. The left Gauntlet squished in and subdued the four, the first standing out side to detour attention. "What is this heresy!" The Captain yelled loudly, and was quickly gagged soon after. The other three had their masks removed, the Lieutenant and a guard where Eldar, the other a very confused guardsmen. He was gagged as well. Erreul stripped the robe off the other Eldar and they released a quick reaction of anxiety. "So I was thought as the more dangerous role.." He threw her to the Gauntlet holding the trooper, who put him down against the wall. "Now then... I know why your here, I know what your capable of unleashing, and I want you out of this fight." The male snorted. "That's all? Just like that? Do you find us fools primate?" Erreul nodded towards the female. "I let her live, why would I treat you any different?" The male looked to the female, who was staring at the floor. Erreul took the pistol from the Lieutenants holster, it was clearly Eldar. "I bet you-" Erreul shot the middle one in the leg. He let out a cry and clenched his teeth, the male and the female snapped to attention, resisting to no avail. "Since your going to be stubborn, you get to answer some questions. First, what forces do you have on the planet?" The male spat at Erreul, the fenale looked away. He raised the pistol again. "No! It's just us! I swear!" Erreul shot him in the other leg, gore exploding this time. He let out another cry, this one more loudly and strained than the other, his breathing getting harder. The female broke down crying again, the male attempted to struggle more, finally giving up. "We have a craft in the air, and a squad still in the other human army.." Erreul lowered the pistol. He nodded and kneeled down in front of the wounded Eldar, he was well awake. Erreul tossed the Eldar pistol away and a Gauntlet tossed him a bolter pistol, he checked the clip and slipped it back in. "Your no Guardian, what are you?" The Eldar looked up in defiance. "Okay.. Okay. Now this is what's going to happen. Your going to tell me where all the humans are that you either killed or subdued, I'm going to leave you in a clearing, and your going to leave." The three looked at him with hope. "Honestly?" Erreul took out the pendant again. "What does this symbol mean?" The one in the middle spoke up finally. "It means love, strong feelings, who did you loot that from?" Erreul shook his head. "It was given to me." The Eldar eyed him for a very long time. "That is a symbol to show life long companionship." Erreul looked down at it, putting it away. "Now where are the humans, especially the one your impersonating." He motioned to the Lieutenant. "The man is currently being held as a bargaining chip for our release if we were ever found." Erreul looked at the Gauntlet with the custom vox caster. "Get Guard and right Gauntlet down her now. This is going to be a tricky situation and we're going to need to handle it efficiently." The man nodded and went to work. Erreul looked at the three Eldar. "Dress their wounds, get them in robes." He turned to the Captain and the trooper. "Captain, as of right now the trooper beside you is the Lieutenant. As a man from Cadia I do believe you understand how fragile this is." Erreul was heading outside, looking over the Firsts shoulder as a soldier stood in front of him, a soldier from the Cradlers stood with full mask gear. "I demand to see the Lieutenant, it is urgent, Platoon Commander Syrb needs to send a message." Erreul smirked and grabbed him, pulling him into the dug out. As soon as he was in, Erreul tossed him to a free Gauntlet, who stripped off his helmet. Sure enough, a confused Eldar looked around. "Damn primates, always-" Erreul blew the back of his head out, his corpse falling to the ground. The Captain and trooper were already suited up, and were communicating with the Gauntlet with the vox. "Alright. Lets get this done." And with that, they left.

The Valkyrie flew to a clearing in an undisputed area, and as they landed, an Eldar craft appeared. An armed figure stood under it, two men under his weapon. No words were given, though it became very tense as the captives each crossed the space between them. Once on board, the designated medicae, giving them a full body scan, then feeling them. "Minor wounds from bondage. I suggest we take them to a proper facility. " Erreul closed the slide door and held onto the handle by the pit door. "Get us to a major medical area, we have priority targets." He turned around to see his Gauntlets already surveying the three, seemingly normal, however a close eye was kept on them. He opened the opposite door, the servitor was in the middle of a weapons check, it having a long barrelled Autocanon. He walked to the step and sat on it, his legs hanging out the side. The servitor registered him and then scanned as it reloaded its ammunition. Looking out towards where they were speeding to he could clearly see a battle exploding, but with a different colour than before, there seemed to be blue and white added into the already diverse amount of colours. He went down to fixing his minor issues, his enhanced zoom picking up tunnels many Ork assaults being repelled, the Marines landed at took up positions inside the enemy. He clapped his hands, and hopped back up into the carrage. "Vox the Primes, I want all robots not in primary areas to press the attack now." The Gauntlet nodded and spoke into the vox. Erreul stuck his head out again, this time seeing a massive amour of robots clearing the trench. Little figures of Dogs beg and to race ahead, Grunts behind. Then lumbered on the Beats, mostly being used to run over the burnt trees, witch were being hauled back to the trench by the arachnid looking robots for sorting. Erreul hopped down onto the ground before the Valkyrie was even descending. He was finally off to war.

Seriously.....dont start include crying Eldar. Beside that it was okay I suppose

I despise the Eldar, I enjoyed seeing my own character ruin them.

Not my point but I am not going to bother argue against

Could you seperate your dialoge from the rest please as it is a bit confusing.

Also in a earlier chapter when errul was in his custom valki and you put 'Guard walked over' it sounded, well bland and lazy (I do understand your pain that you just want to get down to the best parts or skip to them). Saying them with a bit more fullness would help your story alot.

Example :- 'A Guardsman made his way aft towards the 5 large and bulky beings that smelled of oil and metal with the faint aroama of sweet meat that made his nose twitch. Bowing to the one that was clearly their leader he delivered his report. '10 minutes'

I know it is a pain to write the bits like I used in my example but it gives a story more fullness and helps it flow alot better.

I do like your story but I am having problems following it and sticking with it for the reasons already stated.

I hope this helps and is not seen as a dig or scorn but as a helping hand and why some people might be turned from your story.

Themanwiththeplan

Yeah, I'll try. And by separating them you mean how I had it before or something different?

And don't be afraid to tell me what I need to fix, I'm no defensive guy, I won't take offence to criticism.

Except for spelling, I can't spell worth gak.

same here

I just meant putting the dialogue on a separate line yo make it stand out better. I don't think anything needs fixing as your doing a fine job.

Ah yes, okay, so that means I'm going to need to do some Frankenstein work, spread it out more while keeping it condensed. My next post will be a hybrid so to speak. Off to work.

Seems good. You should post it in an article to keep it continuous.

I definitely will, when this campaign is over.

Already heavy fire was coming from the defensive bastions that were hidden by the great trees. What was revealed however was a massive fortress, a marvel by Ork engineering, massive glyphs and trophies of all races covering the walls. The bastions were massive, holding looted artillery, Ork artillery, and odd looking electrical weaponry. Heavy weapon emplacements studded the walls in random intervals and sally ports where dotted along the lower areas. Erreul looked at this from augmented eyes, the Captains doing the same with binoculars. "You know, we could just bomb it from space.

"Erreul looked at Larr, the Sergeant coming up who was with Erreul on the battle barge. "Negative, Regimental Commander Larr, my objective is somewhere in the mess, so we're going to need to do this the old fashioned way." Erreul patted the Korps Captain on the shoulder, making sure he checked his strength as to not to break his arm. The Captain looked down at a data slate. "Is this a war of attrition or tunnelling?" The Sergeant lowered his ranger on his helmet, examining the wall as well. "I only have so long to support you men. We are to be pulled out in a standard Terran month." Erreul looked towards Larr. "I'm stuck in until its done Magos, we have your back." Erreul gave him a nod and looked into the Captains data slate. "We're going to need a reserve Korps regiment down here Captain, we're going to need that wall down as soon as possible." The Korps Captain nodded and saluted. He bowed his head as he passed the Marine. "Larr, your forces are going to be on containment, I have a feeling we're going to be dealing with more when they realize what's happening, so I'm going to need your mobility." Erreul turned to the Sergeant. "These men are under your command Sergeant, you are going to need them." The Sergeant nodded and made the Aquila. "I will inform the Captain immediately. The Emperor protects." Erreul bowed his head. "The Machine Spirit goes with you, his prophet protects." Erreul looked to the wall, looking for the weak points.

"Magos?" Erreul looked at Larr. "Yes Regimental Commander." He looked quite uncomfortable. "What did you mean by you knew our planet by memory?" He looked at his boots. Erreul fished around under his suit for a bit, then tossed something at the soldiers feet. Larr bent down and picked up a set of tags, one had a hole in it. He looked up but the Magos was already looking back at the wall. "KIA. Fending off chaos incursions. I was Colonel Dane Estey in my past life. Led an Artillery regiment, 380th, Pious Thunder. Won the Cradlers Whip so many times they turned it into levels rather than medals." Erreul motioned to the simple medal on Larr's chest, it was a silver wedge on a bronze backing. "Received mentioned in dispatches four times, Herexiin Aquila.." Erreul waved his hand dismissively. "Anyway, I ended up dead and my Master brought me back." Larr stood transfixed. "Truly? One of the greatest officers our planet produced and all you do is wave it off? I don't know whether to think that as heroic or offensive." Larr looked down at his chest of three medals. Erreul turned to walk off. "Medals and ribbons mean nothing in the grand scheme of life, I knew what I did and I didn't need to be recognized for it, I did it because it was right." He motioned to the planet. "You will no doubt get a medallion of sort for your accomplishment here, but if you dont FEEL you did, it is all for nothing." He left Larr standing at the small incline, and realizing he still had the tags in his hand and looked up to call, but Erreul had already left. 'Ho-ly Tera' he thought to him self. 'Just imagine what the boys'll say to this..'

3 standard Terran weeks later

Erreul floated in his vat, his naked body scarred and scraped from his suit, his eyes completely closed shut. The fortress was finally constructed, three levels of robotic efficiency, and it showed in the simple yet strong craftsmanship. The top level above ground was where the defence works and soldiers lived, this included an infirmary, armoury, shop, and a grub station. Earthshakers, storm bolters and heavy Stubbers lined the walls, missile launchers on stand by. Within the ceramite walls were firing ports, big enough to fit a heavy stubber or standard issue las or auto rifle. Sleeping accommodations where placed about the base, on a simple foam cot bunk attached to the walls and buildings. This seemingly horrible design allowed personnel to be stationed to a specific designation and their quarters were not far away from said duties. The base it's self was random, as to keep bombardment or arial bombing damage to a minor or dumb luck. In the centre however was an HQ, a spire like building lined with Hydra and mortar batteries. The airfields positioned to the north east, able to handle up to a supply frigate, and thanks to the spire like HQ, it also doubled as an air control.

The second level was beneath ground, this level was split into four sectors. The first sector was the robotic sector, the sector was filled with machinery simply for building, repairing, stress testing, and storage. The second sector was for arms, vehicles, artillery, an all purpose manifactorum. The third was dedicated to powering the whole base, while the fourth was for the Martian presence, an area to repair, recharge, tinker and test technologies, and sleep.

The final level was split into three levels, one filled with mining operations, one dedicated to storage, and Erreul's own sector, a fortress within a fortress.

Erreul excited his vat and stretched his bones, the vat did more than clean. The liquid inside the closed his cuts and scrapes closed and eyes opened, leaving behind scars on top of other scars, his eyes flat blood shot. He went over to his suit, witch was currently being repaired by a tech priest.

"Magos..." The female bowed. She was quite out of place but was clearly a human, and a priest. "Your suit will be operational in ten minutes and 38 seconds." She bowed lower as he stood in front of the suit, he looked at her. "Rise, tell me what needs to be done." She stood up and pointed to the massive hole in the arm, the orange liquid all around it. "Needs holes and scrapes repaired, and an entirely new arm brace is required, though it has been in creation for hours." Erreul nodded as he touched the massive amount of stitch work in the same area. "Carry on, the Omnissiah watches your work." She bowed low once again. "Thank you Magos, your blessings are well received." He placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded. "Your doing a fine job, sister, keep it up." The priest was shocked, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she bowed once again.

Erreul went into his shop and looked at the arachnid chassis sitting in the corner, deactivated. He looked across the floor to see his Gauntlets working on their weapons, armour and other gear. They were painting Erreul's symbol onto it, reminding him of a younger Dane Estey, painting his family crest on his own war gear. He walked into the Valkyrie hanger, another tech priest working on opening a hatch, it hissing as it finally did. "Tell me, what is left on Harlequin?" The tech priest peered into the hatch, bending into it. "It seems we have issues with the fuel injector. Nothing more than an easy fix." Erreul nodded as he looked over them mans shoulder. "Carry on." And with that, he was off.

Erreul began to eat a grey goop, gsimply a nutrient paste to repair his body faster, as he entered into the massive lift that connected the three levels. On his way to the first level, a squad of Beasts packed them selfs into the corner. The visibly showed signs of stress testing, and were cleared for combat in that case. The amount of battle ready robots had become so great that the need was more priests to manage them, he already stretched it to ten robots per Martian, and that was pushing the combat effectiveness as it was. He arrived to find the fortress quite dead, meaning the Korps and robot combined tunnelling project was near completion. He walked towards the HQ which was situated near lift. The squad rolled out, and were painted the same colour as the base walls, to give them a one up on the forces they were shooting at. As he entered into the HQ an armed routine of two human guards and two robotic guards bowed their heads as Erreul passed into the lift, and took his position in the corner. There was already a camp hand with clip boards and data slates, shifting through them and double checking them. He finally got to command room, situated in the second highest story, the airfield atop of it. Immediately the chaos of the command room lit up as the doors opened, the man hurriedly taking an invisible path through the body's. "Magos!"

Erreul looked across the room to find the Death Korps CO, motioning him over to a massive map. Erreul walked across the room, having eyes turn on him for split seconds, as he was still stark naked. Erreul was often seen around the base naked, showing even his weakness was still his strength, his scars standing testament to this. Erreul looked over the map, the tunnel was confirmed primed and ready, and all forces glowed green. Around the map everyone looked at him, attachés from each force were calm and collective, the Krieg CO stood attentively beside him. "Initiate Lyroo, men and women. Say your speeches now, for within the hour war will be the only language spoken." Salutes and bows were returned and the HQ whooped with excitement, the Death Korps Captain brought them back to a dull roar. The group broke off, this was the time for speeches.

Erreul went to his office, witch was usually occupied by a trusted menial to deal with the day to day things. He bowed as Erreul entered, and moved from the desk. Sitting in the chair he looked out the window, Larr giving his speech to the assembled men in the court yard, and was giving a speech. Erreul flicked on the vox to his own channel. "Men, women, machine of my domain..."

"... Today, the weeks of planning and preparation has come together. Now is the time for action. As you all know, the ones we fight are Orks." Erreul stood and paced behind his desk. "Our enemy is a Xenos, it cannot be reasoned with, it cannot be swayed with politics or kindness. No, it's only form of communication is war. We talk this language well, and I expect all of you to use your voice loudly. I know we are nameless, and I feel your concern, your feelings. But use them, use them against our foe, for if we are victorious we will have a name!" Erreul suddenly got into a passion, his voice making his passion be felt by those listening. "WE will have a name! The Omnissiah is with us, the Machine Spirit will protect us, the Emperor of Mankind will watch over us. We will completly crush our enemy's, and I would only do it with you, I will fight by your side, and will watch over you with courage, anger, and companionship. I only ask you follow me with those same qualities. Victory is already ours, all we must do is reach out and take it! Who is with me!" A loud roar filled the base once again as men and machines alike let out their primal roar. "Victory!!" The resounding response once again was heard by ships. The war for the Death World was about to begin.

Regimental Commander Larr, 'Bird of Prey'

Standing in front of the tunnel, Larr was quiet,looking across at his forces gearing up and ready with their Marine counter parts. He knew from the maps the Martian forces would attack one of the far south walls and bring most of the Ork defenders to meet them in battle. Both sides had been rigged with explosives, so the defenders would be blown sky high while a secondary charge would go off would cause a collapse of a portion, allowing invaders to flow in from the Ork rear. The reason the Marines and his regiment was striking from the back was because of the Ork hoard believed to still be in the mountains, and would no doubt come to the rescue of their forward base. The Death Korps to support an assault on the bomb site after explosion and force a strong foot hold for the robots to move up and assume, then as a combined force under the Korps CO storm into the breach and eliminate any Ork resistance while a force crushes them from behind. After the Ork threat was removed the fortress would then be secured, the reserves and the Magos would then move in and search for the objective, secure and remove it, the if applicable destroy the fortress.

He looked over at Lifeock, the Master Sergeant and life long friend. Lifeock look straight on, his experienced eyes scanning over the mountains. "Twenty minutes sir.." Larr looked to the Space Marine Captian who was standing arms crossed, watching the men and marines moving about in the battle lines. "Regimental Commander, send out skirmishing squads, I want a forward report in the next hour... At least get confirmed terrain information." Larr bowed, as did Lifeock, the Captian motioned for a Sergeant to come over. "Please inform the scouts to scout the flanks, the Guardsmen will take the middle." The Sergeant nodded and walked away, the Captain motioned for the two to rise again. They did so and Larr nodded to the Master Sergeant who walked into regimental area. Larr looked towards Master Medicae Tronll and Master Communication Officer Mark, who were conferring about something. Suddenly the explosives went off, shaking the ground violently. "He's ten minutes over time! This is the Mechanicum for Emperors sake!" The Captain turned to see the whole wall falling, a fair sized but easily defendable hole. The Regimental Commander smirked. "No Lord, that is Dane Estey."

Captain Stareen, C-14552

"Get that breech sealed!" A soldier ran ahead of him and took a slug to the head, his body still standing, Stareen pushed it aside as he ran ahead, taking cover behind a piece of broken wall. He quickly looked around as elements of his entire regiment and the frontal elements of the Magos forces closed into the massive breech. Casualties ran high, men falling and exploding, robotic parts littering around as well. A four legged robot hopped behind the piece as well, hugging it as slugs slammed into it. It turned and looked at him, reloading the weapon on its back. "One... Two... Three!" The two hopped over the remains and bolted up, he firing his bolt pistol as he did. The robot beside him rattled and fell, he paid no attention as he covered the gap. He fell down under a sudden hail of heavy slugs.

"In death!" The men around him yelled retribution. "In death!" Retribution! He hit his micro bead. "In death!" RETRIBUTION! Suddenly every man in cover broke, and all had a new footing, racing their way into the breech. The breech became swamped with Orc corpses and human corpses, the body count rising on both sides became staggering in a matter of seconds. The robotic forces that were advancing finally joined the fray, adding the numbers and strength the Korps needed to push the Orcs back. The first of the multi-lasers opened up from the backs of the Grunts, and began carving through the Ork lines. Stareen raised his power sword as it crackled against the air: "To me! Charge!" The Captain turned, his sword forward. Black.

Lieutenant Byers, L-14552

Finally making it to the breech, Byers rallied on his Captain as instructed. As they began their push the Captain was hit by a massive slug, his head disappearing in a massive shower of brains and blood covered the men around him, the round continuing into the men behind him. The attack never faltered as the men threw them selfs through the breech. Robotic beasts finally lumbered up the rubble and through the breech, almost instantly releasing a potent amount of fire into the defensive positions, las fire carving out the heavy guns and emplacements. "Get those Heavy Stubbers in place now! Right flank, shift to the right and clear those hovels, Left flank, hold position, centre centre, let those robots take care of those emplacements, push those Xenos back!" He reloaded his las pistol, taking aim at the horde, it slowly shrinking but none the less put up a fight. He looked back at the robotic forces, and there a figure stood, taller than even a Space Marine, his staff in hand, in the other two plasma attachments on his mechanical back attachments taking aim and launching their deadly balls towards the enemy. He handed his staff to another freakishly tall man beside him and took out a custom made weapon from his back, taking aim, he loosed off rounds, a bolter of some kind. He turned to look, towards the massive base, this was only the beginning.

Regimental Commander Larr, 'Bird of Prey'

A shell just missed his head as he ducked back down into cover. "Give em hell boys!" He looked over at Platoon leader Sephran, who was charging up the centre to complete the wip. He hefted up his Auto Gun and squeezed the trigger, 40. Automatic Razor bullets spat from his handmade rifle, an Ork yelping loudly as he picked another target. "Master Sergeant! Get Command Platoon to the fall back point, I'll cover." He flipped it to fully auto and waited for any Orks who might have made it through the wip. "You heard the Commander, get your gak in gear you Eldar lovers!" The Master Sergeant hopped up and hefted up his Heavy Stubber to his shoulder, opening fire in a burst, then reloading, storing the spent box magazine in a leg holder as he grabbed another from his chest. He turned when he knew every man had fallen back, and followed his orders. Soon enough Larr heard men falling back, Larr quickly hit his micro bead: "Captian, this is Bird of Prey, rear advancement is active." The bead spat static for a bit as Larr looked over the stone he was taking cover behind. "Affirmative Bird of Prey, Devastators two clicks away." Larr began to fall back, he began to jog as he cradled his gun in his arms. Suddenly a hand smack him from behind a tree wich sent him flying to the ground. He laid there for a second, but quickly hoped up, an axe landing on the spot his head just was. He aimed his gun, but it was knocked from his hands. The Ork Kommando swung again, but Larr dogged and unsheathed his bayonet, more of a sabre than anything. The Ork lunged but Larr countered, his breathing and heart rate raising quickly, adrenaline pumping through his body. He stabbed the thing in the arm and danced back, hoping from side to side as he held the massive blade in a reverse grip. The Ork once again lunged at him, Larr quickly side stepped and stabbed the beast in the arm once again, however he quickly danced around it and stabbed it multiple times in the back. The Ork yelled loudly as it tried to pull out a pistol with its good arm, however was cut short by a blade through the head, and a quick decapitation afterwards. The body slumped down, the head still roaring. Larr searched for his weapon and sure enough found it sticking out the side of a burnt tree. He attempted to pull it out, but to no avail. Looking around he found a stone, and broke the tree with it, the burnt tree easily but loudly gave way, and the gun fell into the tree. "For the Emperors holy light..."

Magos Erreul

Erreul loaded another box into the gun as he peeked around the corner, a massive block house was guarding where he needed to go and it was slowly being withered down by Las fire. He caught another Ork attempting to get on the crudely made Stubber in the chokehold, but fell prey to his 65. Comi-Auto gun, though a quick burst the shells fell like rain, the ejection ports spewing them out the bottom. He looked back at the blockhouse, then looked towards the Left Gauntlet, who was clearing the wall bastion that wasn't brought down with the rest forces. He couldn't see the top for the sheer scale and size, but he knew they were up there. "Right Gauntlet, go assist left, Guard, you stick by me." The First nodded acknowledgment and went to his duty, Guard as instructed stayed and looked to the breech. "Master, what in the Omnissiah's name is that!" Erreul looked to where Guard motioned, and saw two Beasts equipped with the salvaged battle cannons roll up and open fire at the block house, the third had the demolished cannon and was making its way up the right flank parallel to them, using the hovels as cover. "Exactly what it looks like Guard." Erreul had taken out all of its armaments and installed the salvaged tank weapons, giving it only a shoulder mounted weapon with the ammo servitor gunner, all the space needed to be converted to the auto reloading process.

The demolisher made quick work of the block house, the flimsy wood supports quickly buckling under the lack of the main support beam that was nocked out. Soon enough it was clear that the block house was covering a hole, as it fell directly into it. The main wave finally began to push into the base it's self, the massive size a testament to the amount of time the Orks had been here. Runners finally came into the breech it's self, digging triple defends trench style trenches and dug outs, Korps Medicae Chimeras and Trojans. Erreul waited for the combined army's to push forward, looking into a massive building witch was clearly being used as an Ork shop. He noticed movement and stacked up against a massive crack with Guard. "Gauntlet's, what is your. Status?" There was a brief pause as a Runner approached Guard with ammunition for his long bolter. "We. Are converging on your location now." Erreul looked to the bastion door and didn't see them. He looked inside again and heard clinking, and entered, gun at the ready. When they entered it was hard to tell where the sound was coming from, but using his inferred sight he noticed a couple of Death Korps troopers also going through the factory, and a single Grunt was also searching. Erreul turned to Guard and motioned to the hall that went down, both headed towards that direction when a pack of Dogs entered through the crack they just came through. Each looked happy to see Erreul, and followed him, he turned to one and touched its head, talking to it silently. It bowed and went off, it's mission to go summon the Prime and get them into this facility, their armament deadly in this environment. He caught a glimpse of stairs suddenly, and the small group stacked up once again, not taking any risks. Erreul ducked in after Guard, and what caught his eye angered him instantly.

Ragnke, 'The Bull'

He kneeled down next to the sad remains of a man, clearly having a hard time breathing and struggling to get away. Ragnke propped him up against the wall. "You tell me what I ask, or you die. Do you understand?" The man grinned, his teeth stained red, chuckling like only a dead man would. "feth you, barbarian whore!" The man spat blood at him, clenching his teeth in pain at the bullet in his chest. Ragnke took out one of his combat blades, licking along the blade slowly, looking the man right in the eyes as he did. He quickly stabbed the man in the leg, working his way up it, the man screamed out in pain as the barbarian leader worked his way up unrelentingly. "Stop! Just stop you bastard!" The man wretched as Ragnke twisted the knife before pulling the knife out, he slowly licked along the knife. "Now... Tell me, what are your defences. " The man looked down at his leg and closed his eyes in pain. "Orbital Battery's, automated air and ground small weapons platforms, men , land mines, everything..." The man allowed tears to fall from his face as The Bull stood to his full height and kneed him in the nose, collapsing it into his brain.

Ragnke stepped out of the satellite base and looked at the spire hive ahead of him. Long ago the Imperium came to their planet, and the war that ensued lasted exactly twelve years. Neither side gained any ground, their opponents specialized in barbarian warfare, though the pure energy and ability to produce numbers almost thwarted the invasion until the arrival of Marine support. He took a long wooden rod out from a random satchel and lit it up, surveying the scene bellow. His troops had slaves strung up in long lines, men and women and children in all, they cared not of age or gender. This also reflected in the mix of soldiery, men and women equal within the regiment and on their planet, and often finding entire family's in the hoard. He watched as they looted the base, down to the rockcrete. "I must detest to this VILE behaviour Ragnke!" He heard the bolter's safety click as he hardly paid attention to the Commissar. "Did you hea-" Suddenly a sniper shot sounded, and suddenly there was a gaping hole in one side of the Commissars head and an even larger out the other.

"Kiesar, what do now?" His right hand man stood beside him eyeing the spire as well, but not as intently. Ragnke looked to the left and saw that the Death Korps regiment was digging down. "We wait, pull the loot back to our pits and get all the slaves in the breeding pits, their defence is strong."

Magos Erreul

There, in the middle of the shop, was the Stormblade. Erreul stood mouth agape, his expression even clear underneath his helmet. "Lord, what do we do?" The Gauntlets turned to their master, and as Erreul looked down just to the left, a silhouette of a Shadowsword. The Gauntlets looked to Guard, who bolted behind a Leman Russ chasis, each then took cover as well. A group of Orks came around the corner, Meks, and stopped, the beasts even feeling something was off. There was a brief moment as Erreul's mind ran over the fleet of tanks in the massive space. "Oi! What's all this!" A Big Mek came around the corner, looking Erreul up and down. "Her her, that sut ya got on wud make-" Electricity suddenly erupted, as if lightning its self exploded out of thin air, most directed right at the Big Mek, it hopping into the others around him. Erreul took off, the electricity only getting more intense as more vehicles came to view, most covered in glyphs. Orks and Gretchen alike lighting on fire where they stood, the Machine Spirit in every vehicle coming to life as he went passed them. "YOU DARE DEFILE THE OMNISSIAH'S WORK WITH YOUR MORONIC NONSENSE?! I WILL GUT YOU ALL LIKE THE ANIMALS YOU ARE!!" With inhuman rage and speed nigh flew through the massive complex, his staff hungrily biting into not dead from the rage releasing from him.

Acting Captain Byers, L-14552

The progress was slow and costly, but none the less it was progress. Thanks to the trenches, not only were troopers being sent back to the front thanks to the Medicae stations but also the salvaged Earthshakers also set up, and much needed big guns were now spitting death into hard points. The robots that boosted his force were absolutely doing their jobs effectively, and the tech priests following behind them were much like the Magos that led them, weapons adorned them, in the arms were also custom made guns of all kinds, lending augmented fire onto positions. Suddenly an eruption of lightning snakes down, leaving a massive hole in the ground. "Did that bolt go UP?" A trooper next to him suddenly started to convulse as if he was getting electrocuted, some robots completely stopping. "What is happening?!" Another couple of troopers and robots started to convulse, a Beast started to smoke as it struggled to move. Lightning once again split the earth just in front of the line. "YOU DARE DEFILE THE OMNISSIAH'S WORK WITH YOUR MORONIC NONSENSE?! I WILL GUT YOU LIKE THE ANIMALS YOU ARE!!" "Great Tera what was that!" "Emperor only knows!" The lightning only seemed to get more intense as it snaked randomly between the lines, as if searching through something for something, the sounds of battle quickly resumed as if the Orks had been cornered.

Regimental Commander Larr, Bird of Prey

The Cradlers joined the Marines on the walls and took up positions, ready for the hoard that was coming after them. They mined the area between the mountains and the fort heavily, and made sure that it was only heavy enough for Orks to set off. Automatic firing platforms supplied were also set up in large amounts, only a few being set up inside the wall, anti air being deployed on the bastions. Thanks to the Marine force being the ninth company, it comprised solely of Devastator Squads and Dreadnoughts, with Chaplin, Apothecary and Standard Bearer. However the force was split over the three worlds, and only two Hell Fire Dreadnoughts and three squads, along with the command routine was present. However their presence was enough to change the battle indefinitely. As such a strong defence was seen, the elite forces, or 'Cats Tails' aptly named after the whip commonly used in disciplinary actions on their planet. Lead by the Master Sergeant, five squads were diverted to attack the Orks from the rear. Nine men strong with a variety of different war gear, each man carries a Heavy Stubber, and with him or her a standard issued Cradler las carbine or specialized weapons, also an array of grenades and support weapons and packs, and lastly the Tail, a twelve inch combat blade/ bayonet with the symbol of the Cats Tail on it. Their armour is a distinctive dark blue with blood red trimming, and black emblems about their person. Their armour looks like the rest of the troopers, however reinforced plates cover hard points, giving it the look as if parts had been added on last second and were just out of place, but just so that it also looked imposing.

He looked back to see the Ork forces basically ignored the lack of fight on this wall and too to the fight on the opposite side of the wall, allowing heavy weapons squads and Centaurs carrying the remaining Tarantula and Sabre weapon platforms to their static positions along the wall, bastions, and inside the wall. Silence filled the front as the sound of battle was constantly behind them, they listened to the front, then the chatter of bolters opened up, and the popping of mines did as well. Everyone looked at everyone else, checking their gear, bracing against their weapons for the perfect shot. The Marines cooly checked their gear and faced out ward, occasionally looking at a stick breaking or a bird flying off. The mortals looked up to them like Gods, and they were going to show them why they did.

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