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18:23
The 3 of us stood there, in that bunker. The last defenders against this uprising. There was something about this uprising. This was not a normal one - even not for Chaos. This one seemed like just the beginning of something. But what? we do not know. Only that someone, or something, is directing this attack. But they are coming. They are trying to batter through the door. They are placing charges. The door blows open. Instinctively, we fire at them. Bolter fire massacres the cultists. But we can no longer hold. There is to many of them. We need to buy more time for the bomb. If onIy they would have come later.. grab my knife. I am Brother-Sergeant Antonius. I am a Space Marine. This is our last stand. For the Emperor.
4 Hours earlier.
Last round in the Stalker Pattern Boltgun. I shoot a few of the cultists approaching us with it and throw it away. I grab my boltgun from the ground. Brother Varus shoots the last of his missiles, oblirating a horde of the scum. We all ly down in the trench, firing bolter rounds at them. One of the runes on my visor turned off. One of us dead. They come closer. The masses of them. While the rest of the squad keeps hammering them with bolter fire, I throw a grenade. Body pieces fly around. The worthless creatures don't even care about their loss. They keep on running. They are on us. One of them tries to jump on top of me. I grab him, throw him on the ground and crush him with my armoured feet. Continueing bolter fire, I grab my chainsword. I swing it, decapitating more of the cultists. More of them join the battle. And more. Two more of us fall. Our brothers, with whom we have fought together with for years. Our vengeance is coming, and it will be rightious.
The cultists retreated, leaving us behind, our normally white armor now red of gore. We enter the nearby manufactorum, only to find it being completely wiped out. All the Skitarii, guardsmen and the few itizens that were still in it during the attack. Some of them have plasma wounds. How, we do not know. They couldn't have had acces to such weapons. They aren't even produced here. Atleast, they were not. Someone must have given them it. But who? Plasma weapons are not easy to get. Perhaps the help came from somewhere else? We decide to move on, going to the rally point of the Imperium's Forces. Theere has been recent vox communication, so atleast those are alive. Perhaps we will meet our brothers there. We hope so.
18:25 As more cultists swarm inside the room, we hear louder steps. Smashing ourselves through the cultists, we see what is coming towards us. The form of a Space Marine moves through them. It looks more baroque then us. It looks ancient. it is not one of us. It is with them. The Chaos Space Marines are here.
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