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Prelude:


It was a sunny day in the green forests of Kalori. The blue sky stretched out for miles on end, white puffs lazily floated overhead and sunshine illuminated seas of lovely green. It was a serene and beautiful sight... save for the grimy, scorched, sooty and smelly Leman Russ tanks that trundled forward. Following such filthy tanks were the equally filthy Chimera transport vehicles. This particular force was one of many making the armored thrusts through the forests. Trees were crushed underneath tread as these massive tanks continued their ponderous advance. The commander of the leading tank, a Leman Russ Vanquisher bristling with anti tank weapons, was sitting semi-comfortably in his turret. He was exposed from the waist up. The commander, Lord Tylor Varston, knew the dangers of being in such a position but he preferred to see things with his own eyes. He looked through a small range finder. In the distance, through the tree line, he saw a blood red color and a defined edge. The tell tale signs of a vehicle.
"Karshoff's Will", a voice crackled through the vox, "This is Deathwing's Bane. Do you come in?". It was one of the plasma tanks asking for Varston. "This is Karshoff's Will, I hear you loud and clear", Tylor said. "My lord, I spot a Space Marine tank, 500 meters north west. Can you confirm?", she asked. The General put his range finder down and squinted in the direction given. He saw the vehicle, a Vindicator if he recalled. "I see it, buddy. Taking a shot", Tylor said, "Loader! I need a HEAT round!". The loader nodded and put a round with a sharp tip to it. Varston ducked down to make use of the optics. He rotated the turret, centered the cross hairs on the vehicle and fired a shot. Through the green monochromatic screen he could see the tank explode violently. "Nice shot, my lord! But there's more of them! A lot more! I'm seeing another vindicator, 2 razor backs and a bunch of infantry", the Commander of Deathwing's Bane said.
Tylor said over the vox, "Column, come to an immediate halt. Warm up those Plasma Guns and get ready for some action". The tanks stopped in their tracks. "Fire at will!", he ordered. The Leman Russes opened up on the Flesh Tearers. Deathwing's Bane, eager to slay more angels, fired off it's guns readily at the assault marines coming their way. Several at the front rank were reduced to hot slag as the Plasma guns bathed them. However, one of the younger sponson gunners fired his weapon perhaps too eagerly and caused it to overheat. The immediate area around the plasma cannon melted partially and the gunner himself had to take off his gloves before they melded to his skin.

Inside the Chimeras, shock troopers prepared their weapons for battle. The hatches were opened up, crates were magnetized and stacked to give the troopers a position to fire from. Even their issued Lascannons were propped up on top of the hulls. Colonel Stren barked orders at his shock troopers through the vox network. "Get those guns up, maggots, we got some marines to kill!", he yelled. One of the Plasma Gunners looked very nervous. He said, "It's the Emperor's Angel's of Death! His judgement is upon us! I-it isn't too late to r-repent!". Stren laughed and said, "Son, take a look outside". The shock trooper did so. He was treated to the sight of another Vindicator being destroyed by the General's tank.

However, the big hole where the vanquisher cannon used to be was unnerving. "There are your Angels of Death, soldier. No more immortal than you or me, don't let their fancy gadgets fool you... but don't underestimate them either. They're tough as nails... thank lady luck you got the Plasma Gun there", he said. The shock trooper nodded and sat back down, holding the Plasma Gun close.
As soon as the Vindicators were eliminated things were starting to look bleaker for the KLA. The Razorbacks had closed the distance along with the assault marines. Though the barrage of Plasma Fire had whittled the astartes down to around 5 or so they were still a threat. They activated their jump packs and smashed Deathwing's Bane into a pile of scrap. The other Plasma Tank, Doom of Ultramar, did manage to destroy the other Razorback with sustained fire. The marines inside it had survived intact, mostly, and were now charging at the Leman Russ.

To make matters worse a drop pod landed in the middle of the formation. When it opened a black dreadnought stepped out. It targetted Varston's tank and fired it's multi-melta point blank. The vehicle began to belch black smoke from it's engine from the shot but it managed to remain functional. It attempted to pivot to take out the dreadnought but it could do little against it's formidable attacks. The side of the tank, Land Breaker, was torn to shreds and half the crew with it. A barrage of fire from the nearby shock troopers ended the Dreadnought.

Tylor Varston, who had taken cover inside the turret, was coughing from the smoke that wafted through the air. He put on his rebreather and goggles and went back down to the driver's position. The driver was cowering in his seat. Varston looked at the massive hole that was once the side of his tank. It tore the tracks, the suspension and part of the engine into pieces. He reached over to the driver controls and tried engaging the Lascannon. It would not function. "What now, my lord?", the Sponson gunner asked. "We wait, I suppose, and hope that the shock troopers can do their job", he said.

"Keep that fire up!", Resaul Stren said. He was making sure that not a single shot would be wasted. A Plasma Gunner dropped his hot weapon and screamed in pain as his hands were burnt black. Resaul got the squad medic to treat him and kept the other plasma gunners in line. The Chimera's crew were also firing their weapons nearly nonstop to keep the Space Marines from getting to them, as they had to the vehicle to the left of them. The chimera was destroyed in a spectacular explosion. Though, most of the shock troopers had managed to escape the conflagration and began firing into the same Space Marine squad that had nearly ended their lives. The Flesh Tearers, who desired nothing more than to devour these traitors, were being melted into the ground by meltaguns. Another Flesh Tearer squad made it to the final remaining Plasma tank though their numbers had been reduced into nothingness. Resaul's Lascannon team managed to destroy the drop pod in front of them. Stren knew better than to leave a marine vehicle in working order.

Ultramar's Doom somehow managed to make it out of combat from the marines attacking it. However, the Chimera to it's immediate right, a vehicle laden with meltaguns, was under attack. The assault marines had destroyed the turret and the tortured tank was spewing oily black smoke. The Plasma Tank on it's part fired more shots at the Flesh Tearers it had escaped and was doing some damage. The Flesh Tearer's that were threatening Stren's tank were slain to a man. The main brunt of the Space Marine counter attack had been weathered. It was now clean up time.

+++++++Message of the People: Rights are not a guaranteed fact of life. They are a privilege that is lusted after by those in power.+++++++++

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