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A drop of rain, falling at terminal velocity from the heavens, peaceful and quite the drop knows no ground, no limitation. Few things in life are equal, a drop pod from the orbiting Strike Cruiser races by burning bright from entering the planet, armor protecting the newly promoted Grey Knight Captain and his Knights.

"The Emperor protects, Justicar, but this mission we just may be on our own." Captain Titus says as he check the Logistics map.

The years of training Titus has gone through since his life with the Ultramarines. To become a Grey Knight, to fight the Forces of Chaos, all down to this mission.

What feels like forever, the Drop Pod slams into the ground, hatches blow open, the Grey Knights grab there equipment and step into hell.

Titus, before putting on his helmet, takes a look around at the battlefield. As the Knights hit the ground swinging, landing in the middle of a Horde of Orks, blood and body parts fly around from the impact and Knights slashing and shooting to clear the area. Titus steps down to the ground, Sword attached to his hilt, cannon attached to his arm, draws in his mind and searches his feelings. "Its here".

A drop of rain lands on Titus' head, in that moment a hurricane of power raged through his body, putting on his helmet, hearing over the VOX, "TO THE SKY'S BROTHERS" Blood Angels Assault Marines soar through the sky and with a thundered impact land around the Drop Pod.

Swinging, cutting, slashing and shooting seems to calm Titus, at peace his fighting skills become a dance of fluid motions. The Orks quickly realize this situation is a loosing one, and begin to fall back, "Do not follow, hold your ground" Titus orders his Strike Squad "Rally on me"

Titus moves to speak with the Blood Angels Captain, as the rain becomes heavier, Titus removes his helmet, "Captain" Titus says "by the order of the Inquisition we are here to search for an artifact, you will support us in this operation"

The Blood Angels Captain, in a awe at the situation, mistaking the Drop Pod on entry as reinforcements and not Knights of the Inquisition, removes his helmet. A scared and hairless man looks at the terminator armored Titus with mistrust, "we will do what we can, however the Orks have doubled there efforts, we are low on supply's and moral is low. We had to put down another squad of Death Company that gave into the rage."

Titus looks around, surveying the area as he says "we will bring you what we can spare, I know your mistrust of the Inquisition" Titus looks into the Captains eyes, and his soul "but I am your battle brother, not an Inquisitor, we will support you in anyway we can so we may find what we are looking for, we will set up a mobile base, if you need me you can reach me there."

Before the Blood Angels Captain can say anything else, Titus walks away, a Thunder hawk rawrs overhead and lands nearby, two silver Storm Ravens carrying Dreadnoughts in its wake. The Captain puts his helmet back on and orders his troop to regroup, "looks like there here to stay" the Captain says.

In a few hours the thunder hawk becomes a mobile base, with small camo nets and troops guarding every direction, the Blood Angels Captain looks in awe, "Dreadnought pulling guard?" he thinks to himself. Storm Ravens paroling, Space Marines in Silver armor and Halberds that shimmering with power standing like statues. The Captain has never seen a Grey Knight, much less a small army of them.

The Captain walking into his head quarters, "Sargent" the Captain says to his right hand man, "keep an eye on our guests, and prep my honor guard and 1st and 4th squad for the assault, we need to hit them before they hit us" "yes sir". the Sargent runs out of the Command Center.

Back in the thunder hawk, Titus talks with his Justicars, "these are not normal Orks, they have a Warp taint, its here, we have to find it before it gets moved again." Justicar Actaiven asks, "my lord, are we to help Captain Noaha and his Blood Angels with the green skins, or our own mission". Titus searches his mind as it swirls with thoughts and feelings, "its seems helping them will be our only answer, the Orks may just lead us to what we seek."

A few days pass with small hit and run attacks from Blood Angels and Grey Knights against the Orks, they just seems to just grow and are a never ending in number. Titus uses this time to train the lesser battle trained Grey Knights, with half his unit in space still awaiting order to rain from the sky, and running logistics for the ground force. Although a lesser trained Grey Knight is equal to other chapters Honor Guard, perfection is always searched for.

Five days on ground, Titus gets word from his Interceptor scouts, "My lord, we think we have found what we are looking for, the Ork Warboss has it, he is too stupid to understand it but its in the mountains," Titus thinks for a moment, his mind searching, his focus is hard to find. "Notify Captain Noaha, prep for the assault, we attack at nightfall."

Captain Noaha and Captain Titus plan the attack, reviewing reports of the land layout and looking for holes in the defense. The plan set, the two titans part and brief there Sergeants, four hours to attack.

In less then an hour the Knights are prepped, the discipline and precision of the Knights makes the for a silence that becomes awkward for the Angels. Storm Ravens scarring troops from ground to the Cruiser, Angels bring up the formations of Marines to prep to move out.

Captain Noaha stand before his company's, tall and proud of his men, he open the floor, "Space Marines, we have found the heart of the Orks, we will cut off this beast at the head with precision, with pride. We are the fury of the Emperor, and we will strike down all who stand before us, for our fallen brothers, FOR THE EMPEROR!!!" the formations raise there chain swords in a unified chant, "FOR THE EMPEROR!!!"

Titus filled with pride, steps next to Noaha, towering over him in his terminator armor, the Blood Angels fall silent, the Grey Knights marching formations to stand next to the Blood Angels, Titus with a booming voice, "Blood Angels, we may be of different Chapters, but we march for the same Emperor, here, now I thank you for your fury, the last few days you have fought next to my Knights without question, your discipline is unquestioned. However this fight will bring you to the fire, if your loyalty becomes a question I prey you die fighting for the Emperor and not by my hand. We have kept you in secret for a reason, we face not only the Green tied but also forces of Chaos, Daemons and Orks alike will die by our hands today, the Blood Angels will lead the attack from the skies, my Knights will support in the second wave, we will crush the enemy, there bodies and souls." Titus looks at Noaha, "we stand together, we shall know no fear, for the Emperor"

The Grey Knights and the Blood Angels Chant in a Thunderous Scream that shakes the very ground. The Ork Warboss sitting on his throne, feels a vibration, the Warboss hears a whisper, "they come for you, they want what you own." The whisper is sinister in nature, the Ork can't shake the cold feeling he gets when he hears it, "git out me 'ead, stupid humy." The Warboss stand up "Orks, the Humys come fer ours loot, git ya shootas, git ya choppas, we is gonna WAAAHGGGGGGGGH!!!!!"

Titus hears every whisper, every thought of whom around him, but when hes with his Knights he hears silence due to the discipline of there minds. The thunder hawk hits turbulence as it brings troops to the Cruiser. Titus can feel the Warp growing, yet the presence of the Grey Knights is unknown to Chaos, Titus' mind is masking his army.

Captain Noaha having mixed feelings of the plan, half feeling like bait, half eager to be first into the fight. "Chaos" Noaha says over VOX to his Angels, "we will slay them, we need no special training, or shiny armor, we will crush them as we do all our enemy's. Any of you who feel like falling to trainers will die by my sword. The Emperor Protects."

"In position" the Scouts reporting back to Noaha, "no contact yet sir."

Aboard the Cruiser the Space Marine are ready, itching to get to the fight, Angels and Knight talking among them self's with a competitive nature. "your joking right, you can stab the dead we leave behind but that will be all you see" an Angel says to a Knight, "we will see" the Knight says back.

The Ship wide siren goes off, and a VOX transmission comes over the speakers. "CONTACT, CONTACT, they got the drop on us, they knew we" static fill the air, "comeing, taking heav...fire. Falling...ak" Titus comes over the speaker next, "All units to stations, we drop in 5."

The scouts being pounded by fire moving in and out of cover, "keep moving, get to the rally point." In a controlled movement of setting up position and laying sniper fire, the Orks seems to run faster for every one that dies. One Scout says to another, "the beacon is damaged, we can call in our position." The Sergeant takes a look, "hold your ground, we stand here." "Where is a TechMarine when you need one" the Sergeant says to himself tinkering with the Beacon.

The Orks closing in, rounds flying everywhere, the Scouts on top of a small hill holding out for the hope there Brothers come to help. "The Orks are charge up the kill Sir, what are your orders" The Sergeant, overcome by his rage, picks up his Chain Sword, "we will make them pay to take our position". Deafened by the sound of his own voice he fails to hear the screaming of rockets overhead, the first few Orks soar into the Sergeant, cut in half by the Chain sword he sees the crater from the Whirlwind rocket.

"Get in the pods, move move move." Noaha screams to his Angels loading up in his Drop Pod. "Is this safe without the active beacon?" Titus, distracted with the battle, "I will guide you to the ground my brother." The pod closes and fires out of the ship. Captain Noaha feels a awkward calm as his pod enters the atmosphere, screaming to the ground, seems to guide itself.

The Scouts, Fearless in there charge, Pods landing everywhere, Storm Ravens dropping Assault Marines from the skies, rockets and plasma cannons rain from the sky, the scouts tear into the Ork front line like bolters through flesh. Noaha's Pod slams into a horde of Orks and blows open, before the smoke clears Noaha claims his first kill, "Charge the enemy, leave non standing, kill the..." Noaha gets blind sided by a Nob, he take a one step stumble. Feeling the Rage build he looks at the Nob with hatred, furious with such a simple act, he smells something unusual in this Ork, Fear. Noaha hilts his sword, uses his assault pack and makes a jumping leap into the Nob, landing a punch into the Nobs chest, knocking him to the ground and proceeding to beat the Ork into the ground. With rage he orders "Marines, you will kill every one of these Xenos."

Sergeants order the front line of Assault Marines into the air as Rockets rain down and scatter Orks like rag dolls, a moment of peace passes before the Assault Marines rain back down and continue the assault.

What feels like hours pass, the tide of Orks only thickens, Dreadnought tear though the lines, assault cannons rip apart armor and killa kans, Storm Raves reinforce the front and rain fire from the sky. The Blood Angels punch through the waves of Orks with shock and awe.

The Blood Angels push though the passes leading up the mountains, slaughtering everything in there way. Captain Titus waits, anticipating what happens next.

Blood Angels killing, laughing as they strike. A laugh is heard through the battlefield, and its not a human laughing. A Daemonic rift covers the fight, a silent stillness as time seems to stop "Your souls will be sacrificed to the Chaos gods, you have come here to die, Space Marines." Orks stopped for a moment, realizing they have more WAAAAGGGGHHH for the fight.

Warp Rifts open everywhere, Bloodletters pour out and strike at Space Marines and Orks alike. The Blood Angels feel the warp clawing at there mind, tempting them to turn against there brothers. Angels, surrounded by enemy's, filling with rage fight harder. Noaha, pushing into the fight to inspire his brothers, asks himself where the Knights were. "Brothers you will stand your grou..." blindsided again but this time by a Bloodletter, Hellblade in hand rawring, Noaha looks into his eyes. "what is it with you bastards never letting me finish my orders." Before ripping the Bloodletters arm off, a warp rift opens and Titus charges through, slamming into the Chaos spawn breaking its arm and neck. Titus tears off the Bloodletters arm and tosses it to Noaha, "he can't hit you without this." Inspired the Angels fight harder.

Grey Knights warp in everywhere just as the Chaos army had done, Terminator and Strike Squads arrive and turn the fight, glittering swords and Halberds and a fury of chain sword rip apart the enemy's of man.

Titus enters his peaceful state, every strike making a kill, slamming armor into xenos and Chaos alike. His mind feeling the fight, pushing his fellow brothers beyond there normal ability. The Daemon attempts to influence Titus but seems to only wound himself, Warp rifts close, Bloodletters dieing.

The Greater Daemon is losing ground, then realizes the events, "Grey Knights are here" he whispers, summoning more to the fight. Titus' mind preventing the Chaos Daemon from sending more into the fight directly, opens Warp Rifts to there flanks.

Titus and Noaha fighting in leaps and bounds pushing the fight back to a front with the Orks, part of the Grey Knights move to counter the flanking Daemons.

The Warboss shows him self, screaming his war cry, Titus sees the artifact on his war rack, and makes a charge for him, without a word Noaha comes down from the sky, landing on top of the Boss, Titus hacking and slashing his way to him. When Titus gains sight of Noaha he is held in the crushing claws of the Warboss suit, the sight of a Brother in distress sends Titus into a rage, time stops. Noaha feels his mind turn clear, his blood rage a figment of his past, the claw crushing his armor, he grabs the Ork and pulls him in. For a moment Noaha could see his life, his past, reading his mind, could see the Warp taint and how little it affected him but how much was really there. The Crushing weight destroys Noahas power supply. He feels his armor become heavy. Noaha feels a strange strength come over him, his mind almost power his armor, grabs the claw and rips it open. Landing on the ground, Noaha begins to pummel the Warboss, his rage being unleashed.

Titus gains control of his mind again, cutting a blood filled trail to Noaha, finds him in a drunken rage, Titus takes the artifact from the Ork, grabs Noaha, "you must fall back, this is our fight now" Noaha looks into Titus' eyes, "your fight is our fight brother, we stand together."

The next hour blurs by, together the Knight and Angels clear out the Orks and Daemons, moving to the plateau.

Titus, holding the artifact, takes a knee, as if ready to charge, "Noaha, you have fought well, I pray to the Emperor that he protects you and your Chapter, the Daemon is mine, his slaves are yours and my Knight to face. i Must take this Daemon alone."

Before Noaha can say anything a Rift opens, screaming though the air a Greater Daemon steps through, laughing its laugh, pouring Bloodletters out of the Rift. Titus puts the artifact he has collected from the Ork on the ground, strange energy travels to the Warp Rift, and seems to do nothing else.

In a moment Titus Charges the Daemon, with a golden glow following him, the Daemon reacts ready to fight, when he sees a ghostly forum. A man standing twice the height of a normal human runs with Titus, a long flowing cape with him.

The Daemon swings his Axe down to make the first strike, almost like teleportation, Titus and the ghost figure split and move to both sides of his Axe, Titus leaps into the air, towering over the Daemon, Titus in a leaping thrust, connects a fist full of hatred into the Daemons face. With little movement the Ghost is seen doing the same, once both hits landed a detonation explodes, throwing the Daemon back.

The Daemons recovers himself, realizing the Ghost's face he had seen, "the Emperor" he thought to himself.

Titus chanted so loud it shook every soul on the planet, "Daemon, I am Captain Titus of the Grey Knights, I am here by order of the Inquisition, this order was received by word of the Emperors breath. Your soul will be tribute to the events that will happen here today, the Emperor is with us in body and mind, he fuels my rage, and I am his sword."

Titus charges again, Bloodletter crowed to stand in his way, the ghost follows, fire from the Knight and Angels rip through there ranks, Titus sends the order for there last reinforcement. A rift opens about 50 feet above the fight, a DreadKnight appears and without hesitation, pumps Psycannons shells into the Daemons to clear a landing. With a explosive landing the DreadKnight rips into the Daemons ranks.

Titus finds and opening, and makes a break for the Grater Daemon. The Daemons swings at a angle to prevent the side step again, Titus step off the axe, leaps the height of the towering Daemons and plant his Knee into his jaw. The Daemon face up the might of Titus and his rage come down to strike the Daemon. The force so powerful the Emperor's ghost lay in watch, Titus' armored fist burn though the air until impact, like a asteroid hitting the Earth, Breaking the Daemons spine and breaking his back. The Bloodtursters body dissolves into the air and back into the open rift, the Daemons are sucked in and the Warp Rift tries to close.

The artifact jumps to life and arcs to the Rift, holding it open. The Ghost forum places his hand on Titus. A wounded Noaha askes" what is this, what are you doing?"

Titus, peaceful, filled with what is about to happen, says "My orders are to seek out our Grand Master, and bring him back to us, the Emperor protects me. And i walk alone."

Titus steps into the Rift, the ghost, watched, and vanishes. "Good luck Titus" Noaha says, "May the Emperor protect us all."

Any cnc on my idea?

It's okay...
Though being a GK isn't some kind of promotion for regular SM. You are recruited into the GK through the black ships, then memory wiped and then extensively trained.
Other than that it's fine from what i can see.
Not sure what the thread title means though.
EDIT: Just realised what the thread title means...
Yeah, you're gonna want to re-think his background story or something. Not that there's much allusion to it here.

I was trying to connect the game, the black temp in the end of the game and the Emperor phrophecy

That's nice but that's not how it works...
If you want to do that you could have him go on some kind of a crusade.
But Ultramarines don't just become GK...

True...but this is just my opinion of what "should" happen

Well if you're gonna be like that then fine...