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"Yeah..." her memory causing her smile to fade.

"Yes, RUN WHELP! Know now that Tzeentch cannot help you worm! I will take your daughter and break her over my alter, and then, reap your soul! Beware Leysnna! Doom is upon you!"

Atris slumped over. She began to burn. The power that had rushed through her unprepared frame had taken it's toll.

"I... Wh..."

She fell unconscious, and she began to turn to ash.

The runes lifted from Atris' unconscious body then flowed back towards Aria. She held out her hand with a solemn face and they crept back into her palm; cringing as it happened.

Flying from the battle, Kaless realised what had happened to her, what she had done, serving this false chaos thing. She focused her mind into the mark of her master on her chin, and began to speak.

"Oh, my dear, lord, the Dark Prince, She Who Thirsts, greatest yet youngest, the lord of pleasure, the great Slaanesh, I have been a fool. Forgive me, I served Tzeench in his quest against the plague father. That Syrath, he is a trickster, a plotter, a cunning killer, but could we not work against him, master? I shall desert him. A contract can be broken from either side. I shall join Gareva. I shall join the Great Unclean One against a common enemy. My Prince, grant me the powers formerly given by him, and he shall be defeated. Send your best warriors, and you shall be paid in the souls of the Tzeenchi. My soul is already yours, now allow me to serve you."


...It shall be done.

Kaless felt the power of her true deity surge through her, her wings being destroyed then remade in a far greater way, new speed flowing through her, heightened senses allowing her to feel everything. This would be war. And she had no intention of losing. She sped upwards, her improved eyes seeing reality tear below her and swarms of daemonettes and other creatures of the Dark Prince flowing out. She saw the message flowing through to the warriors of nurgle, understanding flowing into their thoughts. Her mind met Gareva's, and they understood now that together, in the name of She Who Thirsts, they would defeat the draconic monstrosity.

Time for war, she said.

The four Ghost Arks floated closer toward the edge of the Monolith's weapon range, one being split verticaly from behind as the Doom Scythe made another pass, Death Ray roaring. The Tomb Blades soon followed, thier weapons killing several of the sprawled Warriors.
"FIRE!" yelled Cardrek, pointing at the enemies with his stolen Power Sword. He was answered by the pulsing energy crackle of the Immortals' Guass Blasters and the high-pitched whine of the Monolith's Particle Whip charging. The fussilade of fire killed all the remaining Sautehk Warriors from within the two destroyed Ghost Arks, and a bright flash reduced the central surviving Ark to a pile of metal and a few warriors struggling to revive themselves. The Plasma Bolts from Rephosus' weapon quickly ended thier attempts, the Ghost Arks floating over them and turning sideways. The Guass Arrays discharged a load of shots, felling a couple of the Immortals. Caldrek ordered the Praetorians with him and Rephosus to split into two squads for a strike.

Though they were reduced in their numbers, Ulgot's forces were still able to carry the fight to whomever opposed them. Tonight, it was a Daemon of Tzeentch, Syrath. The plague-bearers did not sing songs this time, opting instead to shout insults and war-cries to the enemy. As they approached Syrath's forces, massive clouds of flies heralded their approach and began to harry the multi-headed one.

The battle was over. The Sautekh Necrons on this world had been crushed, repurposed and reanimated. Caldrek was busy overseeing the vehicles being loaded on to one of the Fleet's frigates. Rephosus had taken all of the Warriors from this planet & the Immortals from the Dynasty through the Monolith back to Skyhammer. The Triarch praetorians were assisting as best they could, organising the still-confused-from-the-reprogramming Ghost Ark pilots (which was most of them) into a space-saving Jigsaw within the Cargo hold, and killing the occasional Daemon.
They seem to be getting bigger thought Caldrek, as he beheaded a Juggernaught causing the Bloodletter to flip head over heels and land on it's face. One of the Praetorians walked over and stabbed it in the head and the daemon caught fire, burning to a crisp in seconds. The last Ark was loaded, and the frigate took off with the Triarch Praetorians on board and the Doom Scythe floating alongside it, keeping pace easily. Caldrek himself was on the ground still, preparing to Phase-Jump back to the Warship.

As he watched the frigate get gradually smaller in the distance, a massive roar rang over the area. Turning, Caldrek saw a massive Daemon Prince running at him full speed. Caldrek barely had time to draw his Power Sword and one of his pistols before the Daemon was upon him. Using his experimental Reality Slower, Caldrek immobilised the Daemon's claw moments before it would have decapitated him. Caldrek couldn't stop the entire Daemon, and it's momentum sent it careering forward, stumbling as a blow from the Power Sword opened up it's thigh as Caldrek dropped to one knee. The monster kept it's footing and turned around, so Caldrek stood and fired the pistol, the bizarre energy projectile flying gracefully into the daemon's left eye. Half of it's head exploded in a red & tattered mess, coating the Necron with blood. The Daemon swiped it's hand backwards, Caldrek being thrown into the air from behind by some sort of magic. The Necron landed heavily, cutting the input from his optics off momentarily. As they flickered back on, Caldrek saw the Daemon's foot being lifted up above his head. The foot began descending, and Caldrek acted upon instinct. Swiping the Power Sword diagonally through the air, and the Daemon Prince had it's foot sheared off. The colosal beast fell as it's injured leg gave out completely. Caldrek got up, ordered Skyhammer to Exterminate the planet immediately, and activated the Phase Jump. He was about to go when the Daemon punched him in the face, knocking his head clean off.

The next thing Caldrek was aware of was a rushing sound, and the frantic voice of Skyhammer's gunner in his head.
"...Caldrek, get out of there you've got ten seconds till that shell hits!"
A quick glance around showed that the deamon prince had gone. Caldrek stood and re-attempted the Phase Jump. Then, with half a second before effectively teleporting to safety, time seemed to slow down to the point it seemed Caldrek could see the particles that were decimating all along their firey path race through the air as the Cyclonic Warhead detonated a mile away, .

Then nothing.