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Donis's helmet's display flashes red warning of the damage he is taking. Calkir fires a few rounds into the Ork's back to fell the beast. Donis falls onto the ground flat against his back. His helmet comes off in two halves. A gash runs across his face marring his handsome features. The gash heals quickly but an unsightly scar is left behind. Kade's Sus-an Membrane kicks into action putting him into a state of suspended animation thanks to the Trauma he has suffered.

*Now, there's seemingly no Orks left alive in the building. Gitsplitta's still burning, and only a pair of Plasma Guns seemingly survived the harsh handling of the Orks, amongst many that's been looted.

And Crazygit's still hiding somewhere, keeping a keen eye on his Dread.*

Leo walks over to his Battle Brother. He extends his hand which the other Astartes grabs with a slight smile. Leo lifts Donis onto his feet, hands him his Bolter and pats the side of his head. "Worry not, Brother. I am sure your lover will find your countenance just as appealing", Leo says. "You will never let go of that, will you?", he asks. "Enough. This "witty" banter is unbecoming of an Astartes. Besides, we are still not done here", Calkir says. In his hands are the two working and unmodified Plasma Guns. He puts one in the hands of Leo and Donis. He also dumps a few extra power packs for the weapon that he collected from the dead Orks and their looted Plasma Guns. "With these we will do what should have been done 10,000 years ago", Calkir says.

"What of Brother-Sergeant Kade?". Donis asks. "Regretably I do not think we will be able to bring him back to Macragge. I say we give him the Emperor's peace", Calkir says. "NO! No.. I mean... Kade is our brother. He was in the same squad as us even when we were scouts. He has always been there to guide us in times of need. We have fought with him for over two centuries", Donis says. "I have as much disaste for the idea as you do, Brother Donis. But we have no means of extracting him without great risk to our person", Calkir says. "I agree, Brother Donis. We will avenge him later", Leo says. Donis looks down, frowns deeply and shakes his head. "Allow me to do it then". "Of course".

Brother Donis went over to the still body of Veteran Sergeant Kade. He removed his scarred Mk. 4 Helmet and set it aside. "Go with the Emperor, Defender of Macragge", Donis says. The Ultramarine pulls out his bolt pistol and, with a single shot, gives peace to the fallen Sergeant. He then places Kade's Bolter onto of his chest piece, folds his arms over the Boltgun and holds his head in silence. Leo walks over to Morris and does the same though with his Bolt Pistol. Calkir goes to pick up Kade's helmet. He hands it over to Brother Donis. "You are the squad's leader now, Battle Brother. Kade specified you when selecting the next in line to command the squad should he perish or be incapacitated", Calkir says. Donis dons Kade's helmet which quickly links up with the Ultramarine's Mk. 6 power armor. "Let us go to the Space Port. We will allow the Exterminatus to deal with these traitors", he says. "What of the Hounds of Loken?", Calkir asks. Donis pauses for a moment. He looks back at the other Ultramarine. "If they get in the way... we will show them what it means to consort with Xenos", he says. Donis exits the Medicae facility back the way they came. However, this time, they walk through the bombed out city scape rather than the alleyway.

Once more something was lurking in the shadows. Watching the Ultramarines. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

Argentmun writhed as his bones knitted back together, tissues and muscles reconnected and his body mended. Afterwards he felt stiff and sore, but able to stand and able to fight.

He levered himself up from the ground and looked to the Incubus next to him, "Time to go to the Space-Port as your Archon requested.". They set off at a swift pace, hoping to catch up and overtake any others who had set out before them. Whilst he acknowledged that the Farseer had been possessed by a Daemon, he couldn't quite shake the thought of his mission; what if she hadn't been corrupted at the time, what if it was true. He couldn't jeopardize the Eldar species. He decided to leave any decision till later and kept on going.

*ignoring the occasional bolt bursting on his Armour, merric runs toward the space port, the plague marines behind. Merric makes a quick descision, and turns to lukas.
{merric} "come on brother, were going to the depot."
{lukas} "where is the farseer?"
{merric} "dead." * he held up the sword*
*lukas nodded.*
*Avicus moans in his semi-conscious state, and the three change direction*

*Divine intervention!*

Lying just outside of the space port is the lifeless body of Sergeant Joen Tross. Or so it would seem. When the Ultramarines leave the space port a group of tall warriors wearing exotic armor arrive at his body. "It would seem that our helper has met his fate. Are you sure this is the one?", a feminine voice asks. "Quite sure, quite sure. Check his pulse if you would", a masculine voice answers. One of the figures leans down and presses her hand against his chest. "The spark of life burns within but it is growing dimmer", the feminine voice says. "If he still lives then it is all I need", the man replies. Out from his fingers warp energy flows into Tross's chest. His wounds close and he is saved! However, he is still out. The group picks him up and takes him away to the basement of a nearby structure.

When the Stormtrooper awakens he is sitting in a wooden chair. His helmet is on a nearby table as is a Heavy Repeating Autogun and a few magazines. Tross himself is a man of no more than 20 years. His hair is almost shaven off. Tross has brown eyes, sun kissed tan skin and a stubble. His features are plain. Not ugly but not gorgeous either. Standing across from him is a figure that had seemingly came out of nowhere. She was tall. It is obvious that it is a she not only by her feature but also by the breasts they had oddly molded into the armor itself. If Tross is plain this woman is quite the opposite. She is impossibly beautiful to the human Tross. Everything about her is perfect. Her amber eyes simply invite someone to look into them, her lips are plump enough to be appealing and her skin feature no blemishes whatsoever. She is practically doll like.

When the alien smiles at Tross is when several alarm bells set off. The way she smiles is too perfect. In fact, everything about her is too perfect. The human's subtle arousal at her appearance turned into dread. He wanted nothing more than to leave the room and get away from this monster. He stays his nerves, though. She hadnt even spoken a word yet. "You are awake. At last! We were wondering when you would awake", Autarch Li'sai says.

"Who are you?".

"You may call me Autarch Li'sai. You see, I-".

"What do you want? Where are my men?", he says interrupting her.

"I was getting to that. It would seem out interests align, human. I am here to assist you in the delivery of the device. I am sad to say it but you're men have died".

"How do you know all of this?".

"We have been monitoring you for some time now to ensure that you make it safely to the shuttles".

"Why did you not intervene before?".

"We had issues with your Imperial Space Marines. They are trying to stop you from completing the mission".

"Is that so. Well, Eldar, you have convinced me to assist you. I will betray the Imperium, stick my neck out for Xenos that hate me and spit on the Emperor's face because you said so", Tross says.

Li'sai frowns ever so slightly. Though it wasn't a positive expression it wasn't nearly as creepy to Tross. "I admit it was a poor effort but my companion assured me you'd be stupid enough to fall for it. Very well, I will be "straight with you". I am here to escort that device out of here. Not you. The device. You just happen to be a convenient carrier for it. If you do this you have the ever so nice reward of not being killed which I imagine is more than what a lot of you Imperials get. We also saved your life from sure death. We can take it away if you don't cooperate", she says.

"Heh. My friends and comrades are dead. I am an outlaw to the Emperor. I am pretty sure we are all going to be killed by the Exterminatus soon. I have nothing to lose Eldar. Do your worst", Tross says.

"Okay, fine. What would it take for you to cooperate?".

"I want a kiss. From you. Right on the lips and it better be good. Not now, though. I want it right in front of the buddies you no doubtedly have and when we are all leaving the planet", Tross says with a grin. If she didn't agree at least he would make this snobby Xenos filth feel uncomfortable.

She flattens her lips. At least he didn't ask for any sexual favors, the Eldar thought. Humans had very simple and very basic desires. "Alright. Collect your belongings and meet us on the first floor. We will assault the Space Port when the right opportunity arises", she says. Li'sai puts on her helmet and walks back up the stairs.

Tross stands up, puts his helmet back on, discovers that the Inquisitor's device is bound by some alien bindings and grabs his weaponry. The human walks up the stairs to discover that there are only two more Eldar. He briefly considered gunning them all down right now since he had a fully loaded Heavy Repeating Autogun but the Eldar could prove useful in the mission. There was a Dire Avenger Exarch, female, and a male Farseer that were closely watching the Space Port.

Ry'leth sits by the massive nurgle monstrosity, the pathfinder stitching his commander's back the best he could, looking away as the blood coats his fingers. Ry'leth's coms buzz, he pulls his non-injured arm up to the side of his visor.

"Captain! This is scout craftPromise of Damnation we are in orbit around this world"
"Excellent Work... Land when you can, I am in need of a quick exit...."
"The skies up here are filled with tyranids and imperial forces, we couldn't get close if we tried"
"There are two imperial vessels in the area, I will attempt to get aboard and radio you then -Ry'leth out"
"Goodbye captain"

The pathfinder finished, re rummaged in a large sack held by the demonic beast.

"Yes! Oh warp yes!"
"What is it..."
"Fuel! Rail gun ammo! ALCOHOL! WHOOO!"
"Calm down... We need to be quiet remember where we are... Is there anything else?"
"Some bonding knives, and a clip for your carbine... that you no longer have....."
"Good work... Come on... We have one more stop to make"

Ry'leth pulls the smaller tau onto the beast's back, having strapped several canisters of fuel to himself. and they rode off, Ry'leth leading with two rein-like chains, the pathfinder trying to get as close to drunk as possible while still being able to aim...

"The warplord will rise again,,,"

Piece o' scrap, ain't even able to git fixed... *Crazygit mumbles to himself, as he crawls around in the rubble, after he checked up on the Deff Dread, where the Ork inside turns out to be dead. And with no other Orks nearby, nor a Painboy for that matter, he couldn't use the dread for anything. So instead, he hunks down behind more rubble, and radio's the rest of his lads.
And sure enough, he gets into contact with them, albeit with a slightly poor signal.* Ey, who's callin' us!? Ya betta not be a 'umie git, or oI-

SHUT YER GAB, GROGGIE! *the Mek exclaims loudly.* Where tha zog are ye gits!?

*And Groggie immediately changes his tone, hearing that it's his boss who's called.* O-oh, sorry boss! 'E just 'aven't heard from yeu, or Gitsplitta. We 'sumed ya all wer' zogged!

'Ell, everon else is dead, but 'DAT AIN'T AN EXCUSE NOT TA TRY AN' GET 'ERE!

Boss, ya do realize we got attack'd by bugs, roight?

... Ya done wiv' 'dat 'den?

Yeah. *Groggie says, as he chuckles a bit.* 'dey ain't 'dat 'tuff against tha Burnas. 'E're coming now, boss.

'Bout zoggin' time. *he says lastly, as he breaks the connection, and looks around, and spots the Spikey Fish-eads close to him.*
Arh, give me a break...

{lukas} "what are we doing captain?"
*merric turns around, momentarily disorientated.*
{merric} "I want off this world, lukas. Our mission here is a failure and the way I see it we only have a few options.
We con go to the space port, where it has been confirmed there are are Un-countable amounts of tyranids,
We could find a nice building, lay low and get blown up the day after tomorrow,
We can go to the depot and see if any thing worth it is there, or we could stay and -" *a plague marine bolt bounces off hs armour* "- KILL THOSE BASTARDS!"
*lukas lays Avicus down, and his storm bolter Is raging. Metric is charging to meet the plague marines, the blue sword like a beacon of light, two blasts of plasma launching through the air before he disengages it and let's it drop to the ground, so he can grip his sword two-handed*

Karnus hangs his bolter at his side and draws his power sword, the weapon glowing a malevolent green as he draws his plasma pistol with the other hand. He meets the charge head on, sword first, happy with an opportunity to prove his superiority to the loyalist scum.

The other Plague Marines throw kraks at Avicus before heading to cover, sustaining their fire, aiming at his head.

Gavriel grinned as he stepped towards the Hounds of Loken, followed by his fellow Iron Warriors. The Glacier Serpents Plague Marines were opening fire on them, and threw grenades. Gavriel swung his power axe around several times, and pressed on the activation rune, a powerful, electrical force spreading through it. Behind him, the other Iron Warriors readied their weapons, too, and the two clad in Power Armor prepared grenades. Again, like he had done before, he uttered a challenge, though he did not expect it to be answered - the Loyalists had refused his challenges more than once in the last hour. Pitiful. He trained his combi-bolter at one of them, aiming for the Terminator's head, and loaded the melta charge, ready to blast the weakling's head off.

Lukas' storm shield protected Avicus.*
*merric was done. He was, he decided, either going to die now or leave this world*
*he took a step forward, and pointed his sword at the iron warriors captain-lord.*
"iron-warrior, bastard. I tire of this place so I make a request, I will fight you in 1-1 combat, to The death, and WHEN I win, your men let me and my friends pass in peace, for 2 hours. Do you accept?"

"Brother Leo, I just had a thought", Calkir says. The Ultramarines were now about halfway to the Space Port since they could not move very fast going through these ruins. "Thinking is a very dangerous thing to do, Battle Brother. But speak", Leo answers. "What if the Traitor Astartes attempt to steal our fallen's geneseed?", the other asks. "It doesn't matter. Whatever gene-seed they obtain will be destroyed once this planet is. Or they will kill us and take it regardless of our actions. I say we focus our minds on the task at hand", he says. "I agree. Like defeating whatever it is that is following us", Donis says. "You have seen it too?", Leo asks. "All of us have. I am simply waiting for it to strike first", Donis replies.

Gavriel laughed at the Loyalist's words. Terms. The "man" had decided to have terms. Laughable.

"Terms. You will fight me. If you die, I win and your friends will die, too. Your head will adorn my trophy rack for a day or two, when I have found and slain a foe more worthy. You are in no position to demand terms. If you should win - which will and can not happen - you will die. You are in no place to demand anything. Refuse my challenge and your head will be vaporised. Within the second. These are my terms and you have replaced them with your own. Now come and face me! I have fought your like for ten thousand years, and you shall die here!"

*lukas nodded to merric, and grabbed Avicus*
{merric} "then come, face me. Away from the bolt-heads of your foul brethren. Hand to hand, your axe to my sword, and we shall see whom adorns the other's trothy rack. I personnally plan on hanging your helmet from my wall."

"Most amusing. Don't think I'll let your little... friends go away, though. Rorke..."

Gavriel nodded towards the massive, horned warrior in terminator armor, who nodded in return, knowing well what his captain ment. Make sure they don't leave... alive, at least. Gavriel swung his axe around a few times, and activated the chainblade attached to his combi-bolter.

"Come then, boy, and meet your end!"

Gavriel hacked at the Space Marine as soon as he was in range, the power axe moving towards the softer armor Merric's neck in one swift strike.

*merric's witch-blade, laurella seemed a suitable name, Whipped up and turned the power-axe blow aside. Un-hindered by an off-hand weapon, nor any mal-function of gavriel's armour, he was slightly faster. Before the bastard could fully recover, merric's sword tip plunged down, straight through gavriel's foot and yanked back out*

"What are you doing with a psykers weapon, boy?"

Gavriel only grinned within his helmet when the blade was stepped into his foot, seeing it as an opportunity. He raised his axe at the Hound of Loken's head again, and plunged his roaring chainblade towards the man, nay, boy's stomach as his axe fell down.

*The mob of (about 7) Orks moves closer to the fighting zone, steering right towards the Space Port, while smoke-belching Kans follows behind, with their saws and blades spurring of anticipation.

Crazygit's also found his way back to his Orks, walking near the front with the Nob, Groggie, to his side.*

Ya see 'dat spot 'dere, Grog? *Crazygit asks, as he points his large electrified axe at the Space Port visible ahead of them.*

Uh, wot's so speshul 'bout 'dat place?

'Dat's where tha 'umies goes off an' onta this planet! An' where else do ye 'fink 'dere's gits ta foight?

Oh, ah get wot ye talkin' about! *Groggie replies gleefully, as he immediately pushes the few Orks in front of him to get them to move faster.* GO YE SNOTLINGS, 'DERE'S 'UMIES AHEAD!

No, 'dere moi- *Crazygit didn't get to say more, as the Boyz behind him immediately roars happily, and sprints past him, which makes him run faster as well, as he can hear the Kans picking up speed to follow the rest of the Orks.*

"Orks? I dont remember being briefed on any Ork presence", Tross says. Li'sai tilts her head slightly at the sight of them charging down the street. "These Orks are a surprise to me as well. No matter, they will prove useful in thinning out the Iron Warriors and their companions. If we are lucky they will kill the fallen Tau as well", she says. "Do you think we should deal with the Ultramarines now while everyone is alone?", the Farseer asks. "No. I have another plan, Farseer. We will let these oafs fight our battles for us. Once the dust has settled we will strike from the shadows and finish off all survivors", Li'sai says. Tross leans against a nearby wall. "Not the plan I would have gone with but with the numbers we have it's not bad", he says.

"Would you care to share the plan you would have "gone with"?", she asks looking back at him. "I would flank the traitor marines and, while they are fighting the Orks, gun them down with those fancy guns of yours", Tross says. Li'sai shakes her head. "I have thought of that human. While we may fell a Traitor Marine or two it would result in us taking losses we cannot afford. More specficially you, Tross", she says. "Are you calling me weak, Eldar?", he asks. "You are an ordinary human, Sergeant. You walk amongst perfection and gods of war. The only thing between you and certain death is a crude rifle and plates of inferior metal".

"I could gun you down where you stand, Autarch", Tross says sounding offended. "Of that I have no doubt. But by that point the Farseer would already have turned your mind into ash or my companion would slit your throat before you could even see my body fall", she says. "Point taken, Autarch", he says. "Call me Li'sai. I'd like to think of us as friends, Joen", she says. Yet again the Eldar creeped him out. He says nothing in response which prompts her to look back out into the battlefield before them.

*And on their way to the Port, the Boyz chops and shoots up the Gaunts and bugs milling out at them, with Crazygit burning them up with his own Burna, and Groggie chopping away with his Big Chainchoppa, as they keep advancing in. All three of the Kans have gotten up front, and charges right into the Space Port first, leaving the rest of the boyz, and the Big Mek, behind.*

I'm gonna GET A 'UMIE FIRST! *one of them squeaked through the speaker, as it almost pushes one of the others away to get first, who of course retaliates.*

No ya don't, snottie! I AM!

"This could not have turned out better!, Li'sai says with barely contained enthusiasm. Tross walks up to her side, puts his foot up on a piece of rubble and watches the Orks with her. "Those poor Orks. They have no idea about all of the Tyranids in there", he says. Li'sai looks down at him and lifts an eyebrow. "You feel sympathy for the Green Skins?", she asks while folding her arms. "I wouldn't wish having to fight Tyranids in close quarters battle on even my worst enemy, Aut- Li'sai. It's a nightmare beyond your worst imagining", he answers. He turns his head to her and trails his eyes up her lithe form. By the Emperor were Eldar tall. It never really set in just how much taller she was until he was right next to her. "Reserve your misplaced empathy, Joen. The Orks enjoy fighting. They are about to have the time of their lives", she says.

"A short but enjoyable existence. Truly the Orks are the most fortunate of all", the Farseer says, "I wish I could find as much joy in my work. We must enter after the Orks, though. Time grows short. The Traitor Marines are almost upon us". "Patience, Farseer, patience. Let's see where the river of fate flows to next", the Autarch says. "I will try to divine the next, best course of action in the meantime. Wake me from my trance in case we need to depart", the Farseer says. He sits down on his haunches, places his hands on the ground and closes his eyes. He remains there as still and silent as the dead.

*The Kans found much more than 'Umies, as they now get swarmed with Tyranids, their arms flailing and Grotzookas blasting away, as almost all three of them shrieks in panic.

Until the rest of the Boyz comes along, and dives straight into the masses of Termagants and Hormagaunts, and Groggie revving up his Choppa, as he charges into the biggest bug amongst them.

But Crazygit rather wants to search some of the buildings for some bits, another Ork backing him up with his shoota blasting away.* Aha, I 'fink oI got 'bout FOIVE O' 'DEM!

Good fer you. *the Mek says, as he lets his burna rip at the buggers in front of him.*

*lukas covered both himself and Avicus with his storm shield, ready to react to any threat from one of the other chaos traitors*
*merric's sword arched upwards, the power of both hands behind it, the blade tore through the chain-blade, the thickle metal like butter to the energised wraith-bone blade. The blade clashed against the power axe, the tremendous strength behind the axe still pushing it down, and merric braught his off-hand to the flag edge of his own blade.*
{merric} "well my bastard friend, this sword was givento me by a noble soul, in fact she still lives inside of it, take a close look, my bastard friend, for this blade, THIS BLADE IS YOUR DOOM!"
* merric pushe dupwrds with all his might, raising both weapons a few inches, and wit a roar of defiance, kicked gavriel hard in the chest.*

Gavriel threw the chainblade aside as it was ruined by the loyalist's sword.

"I've heard that before, boy."

Gavriel raised his axe once more, now grasped with both hands, before he was kicked in the chest. He took a few steps backwards as he staggered from the heavy kick, though he managed to stay upright due to the servos in his ancient terminator armor. He raised his weapon once more, and hacked at Merric with full force.

Meanwhile, Legionairre Rorke watched the battle, grinning. He raised his combi-bolter, and aimed it at the battle, while the other two Iron Warriors approached Lukas and Avicus, weapons raised...

* merric pressed his advantage, preparing to side step the blow and kick out his opponent's legs, when a glint of metal caught his eye. THE TRAITOROUS WHELP!
{merric} "Ha! So you don't even think you can beat me wit out your little friend's help, that is most pathetic!"
*lukas dlowely backed up, Avicus was now conscious, and growled in rage at the gag elf flesh and steel that surrounded him, it took him a moment to realise it was lukas and his storm shield.*

Rorke chuckled as he aimed for the head and, when he got a clear sight, pulled the trigger. An explosive bolter round exited through the weapon's barrel, and the charge hurled towards the battle, until it finally hit.

"So long," Rorke said, "captain." as the bald head of Gavriel Vrakul, once named the Unbroken, exploded in a bloody mess, and his body fell on the ground, lifeless. Within the second, Rorke loaded the meltacharge in his combi-bolter, aimed for the loyalist, and opened fire, shooting at the Space Marine's back, somewhere near his head.

((Crap.
Wait a minute.))

*the blast of super-heated energy was going to his merric in the back, it would melt throug his armour, then his skin, then his spine, flesh again, and then he would be dead. He had heard the sound of it being clicked into place of the trigger being pulled. But the pain never came. Merric turned around. Between hE and the silver armoured traitor, redtig on the ground, smoke rising from it, was lukas' storm shield.
Merric looked at his friend, who nodded. Avicus was sitting behind a pile of rubble, and lukas faced off against the two power-armoured traitor astartes. Avicus held lukas' wris mounted storm bolter, and appeared well, if in a large amount of pain.
{Avicus} "Merric! You ass! I expect yo to find my armour after this!"
*merric turned to the terminator before him, and raised his sword.*
" I had wanted that fat bastard's *he gestured to the dead form of gavriel* helmet, but yours will do."
*merric charged, his sword launching toward the traitor's weapon arm, wit the intention of separating it at the elbow*
*lukas roared and charged the bastards in front of him, as he chewed through the metres between them, a bolt stuck and exploded, tearing his elbow, his arm hung useless by his side, his other holding his thunder hammer. He swung the hammer at the first bastard's head.*

Rorke dashed aside as Merric lunged his sword towards his arm. As the sword slashed through the air, missing his arm, Rorke made use of the gap in Merric's defence and, with surprising speed for one in Terminator Armor, smashed his power fist into the loyalist's stomach.

Torador and the other Legionairre whose name everyone kept on forgetting stepped back as Lukas lunged forward with a Thunder Hammer, and though they had managed to wound him, Torador saw the futility in standing his ground. As the Hound of Loken closed in the last few meters, Torador saw his way out. The Thunder Hammer would hit his brother's head, but that'd be of no matter. Even if he could evade the blow, he would die. Torador grabbed a krak and a frag grenade, activated them, and attached them to his brother's armor. In the last second before they exploded, he pushed his brother forward to meet the Thuner Hammer, and explode. The Thunder Hammer hit his brother's head as Torador took cover, and while he didn't see it, before the Iron Warrior's head was severed from his body, all the explosives mag-locked to his brother's armor detonated in one, massive explosion.