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The drop pod hit the ground with incredible force. The bars holding the Basilisks in place sprang up and they jumped to their feet grabbing their weapons. "Go, go, go!" Aloysus shouted, and they sprinted out of the drop pod as the ramps blew outwards. The Knights of the Basilisk formed up quickly and secured a perimeter, awaiting orders. Nearby Aloysus could see Segari's Devastators doing the same.

"Gentlemen," Aloysus said "Welcome to Pyrona!"

Dreph then told the Watch about his mission.

"Sir, your Drop Pod is ready." crackled the servitor.

"No need. We're not going with the rest."

"Is that wise?"

Dreph and the Watch activated their teleporters, finding themselves deep within the Labyrinth.

The pod had dropped and he found himself rushing off onto this new world lining up alongside the rest of his squad. They seemed as capable as any other squad amongst their legion. He lined up his power axe at one hip and a bolt pistol at the other. His hands held his stalker bolter at the ready. The idea of A.I. And fighting mechanical marionettes didn't sit well with him. Felt wrong. Tearing flesh and breaking bones was more his preference. A enemy that knows no fear knows no pain was alluring but just reminded him of lashing out against servitors.
He shook off the needless thoughts and focused on the devastators so near his own.

Gannicus stood at the ready peering into the surrounding area of the forge world, so many places for an enemy to lay in wait. "hunting metal men on a metal world, heh" he was speaking more to himself than anything but it was obvious the idea didn't sit well with him.

I had the autocannon strapped to my back. and with my twin bolt pistols in my hand i walked over to sergeant aloysus and i said. ''Sergeant i advice we move to the local forge if we are in luck we can get some skitarii or even some legio cybernetica as assistance.''

The Knights started taking fire straight away. Two green pulses lanced across the area, one of them passing through a Bolter Marine's head. After the Marine hit the floor, a vivid green halo appeared above the others.

"What's going on?" asked one of the Marines

"We are Deathmarked" replied Aloysus grimly.

Aloysus saw a marine fall. It was one of his Basilisks. Green haloes appeared over the Basilisk's heads. "Dammit, take cover!" he shouted. "Segari, take the left flank. Find some high ground and lay down some covering fire. Antioch, take your squad around to the right, see if you can flank them. My Basilisks are going up the center. We'll show them why we are the Legions finest linebreakers!"

The Basilisks ducked behind cover, waiting for the other squads to find their places. "Basilisks, this will be a hard assault. Gannicus, I want you with me at the spearhead. Your power axe will come in handy here. Meltagunner, keep your eyes out for any targets. We assault on my order."

Dreph voxed Aloysus.

"Sergeant, I am on a covert mission under the orders of higher powers."

"Which ones?"

"Never you mind!"

Dreph began to wander through the corridors. Suddenly, a massive spider-like machine jumped out in front of them.

After running into cover i took out my autocannon and targeted the enemy. I spotted one of the metal beings and opened fire my first burst shot it to the ground and i targeted a second one with a frag grenade. After that i rushed forward and shot both of the bodies 2 times in the head as i was advised to do.

After that i returned to providing fire support for the basilisks.

But i felt a weird feeling and out of nothing a flying being appeared right in front of me. I jumped back and directly fired at it the close range of my autocannon made it practically burst apart.

A lttle piece of its armour splintered into my mechanical eye but instead of destroying it. It fused and actually increased its performance. I voxed sergeant alloysus and said. ''Sir along with their snipers there is a invisible enemy with them advance with caution.''

"Acknowledged, Rephosus." replied Aloysus. "Basilisks, front and centre. Charge!" ordered Aloysus, slinging his bolter and unsheathing his power sword. The Basilisks crossed the open ground in an instant, their charge hammering home with destructive force, sending the snipers reeling. Aloysus cut down one of the snipers, and Gannicus hacked down another. The others were destroyed by close range bolter fire, their bodies phasing out of existence. There was a flicker, and three tall creatures appeared, slicing at a marine, gouging deep scars in his armour.

"Looks like we have a fight on our hands lads!" Aloysus said into the vox as he charged the Wraiths.

As the squad of Wraiths was engaged by Aloysus and the Basilisks, the Archers of the Rayven were still getting their gak pushed in their faces. A squad of Flayed Ones had assaulted them, meaning the long range firepower of the Astartes was out of action. The situation was only going to get worse, as the Necrons hadn't even fired any big guns yet.

That was all about to change. A blinding blue flash blazed across the battlefield momentarily. A Monolith now stood in what was previously open ground. A high-pitched whine filled the air, and one of the Drop Pods was reduced to a smoking crater. The portal on the the front of the Monolith pulsed a sickening green and Lychguard began running out, slamming into the Marines swinging Warscythes and Hyperphase Swords to deadly effect.

Gannicus was readied when the assualt began his stalker bolter at the ready firing into the wall that was their enemy killing or rather decomishing a few of their enemies before falling back to cover when enemy fire increased. The streaking green bolts coming uncomfortably close.
"damned machines" he gritted his teeth before hearing his sargent speak. Orders gave him direction and peace. "my axe is glad to hear it sir"
He pulled his power axe out and followed Aloysus forward into battle.
With a muffled battle cry he tore into the enemy slashing and hacking at them while keeping pace with the unit. The firing of his bolter in close quarters being enough to damage a couple of these automations at once but he stuck to his axe. He smashed them with his elbow and made point to tear them asunder.

Three wraiths broke between Gannicus and Aloysus. Gannicus's axe sparked back to life hissing as it sliced threw them. The last was met with the dull thud of his boot hurling it away from Aloysus and sending it impacting into more if it's kind. It attempted to regroup itself but was met with bolter rounds for it's trouble.
"their sturdier than they look" he was amused as he picked up the pace.

Nero and Antioch sprinted into the drop bay, embarking in their pods. As they strapped in Faberon joked, "A little late, Sergent? I am urgent for action." "Enjoy trying to burn our metal foes Faberon." Within a few minutes they were on the ground. They landed near the Archers of the Rayven. Antioch charged out of the drop pod, Nero and Faberon at his side. The great machines would quickly overwhelm the devestators. Segari felled only a single one of the towering metal warriors, dueling with a second, he could not fight them off alone. A warrior with a massive axe like weapon was bearing down on Rephosus. It struck at him, he pushed his middle launcher into the center of the weapon, the monster countered by hitting him with the butt of the weapon, preparing to swing down and cleave the young marine in twain. As the large weapon swung down, a curved point emerged from the chest of the metal warrior. "Watch yourself, young one." Antioch said. The Griffin Brethren gun and cut down 2 of the remaining warriors, as Segari finished the final one. As they collected themselves, metal hands emerged from the ground. As the grotesque figures covered in the skin and flesh of their victims, Faberon stepped out in front of the others and raises his weapon, the Antioch heard him mutter, "finally something that will actually burn."

The roar of promethium smothering the bodies of the fallen enemies was exhilerating in the extreme. All too soon they were on the move again, and this time were running towards the sniper unit that had teleported in and was aiming at them. Another roar of flame rushed towards them, felling two, before the remainder of the squad finished them off, although one went down in the process. This battle would be good.

Segari peered out of cover. He quickly realised the mistake, ducking his head as green energy blasted a chunk of the wall. His sqaud was pinned but giving sporadic supressive fire with heavy bolter and autocannon rounds. They had lit the ruined building up with a barrage of fire, although the snipers seemed to be constantantly surving.

The Basilisk's had charged under the cover of Rayven's storm. Now they waited as the building was being cleared. Segari took the calm to peer across the landscape. It was completely industrial, smoke billowing out of every orifice of the city polluting the sky in a thick clog of ash.

Segari was broken from his gaze, as he saw the ground shift beneath him. He had thought one of the enemies bodies had moved. Certainly after such destruction upon it's body it could not move? Rephosus ushered a Marx forward to inspect. Marx proded the the limp arm of the machine with the smoking end of his heavy bolter. He turned and shrugged at Seagri. The marine didn't see it coming.

A spine like rod erupted from Marx's chest. Over the vox he could hear his gargled scream's as the metal beast then began to slash his impaled body. Segari mercifully fired a bolt into the marines head. The limp body slid off the spine revealing the metal serpeant assasin. It stood no chance as Rayven unleashed vengence into it, cracking and shredding it to it's basic components.

The spider like walker shot its laser again. Hectoris and his squad were hunkered down behind cover. Kalar signalled to advance, and held up a meltacharge. Hectoris nodded his acknowledgement. They were afraid of voxing incase the machines intercepted the comms.

Hectoris rose out of cover and raised his shield as he charged forth, Malvarian and another terminator at his side, forming a wall of energy to protect kalar as they advanced. As they neared the walker, they parted, allowing the Captain of the 9th to hurl his melta bomb. Before the charge reached the metal monstrosity, apiloted by a metal skelton warrior, a green energy field disingtergrated the hurled charge. Dumbfounded, Hectoris barely survived the white-hot laser, the beam missing him by just a hair's bredth, and would have cut him in half and he not reflecte it with his shield. How were they to penetrate its shielding? Hectoris rolled as the heat ray came towards him again, rolling towards the walker. Hectoris realised his mistake in an instant. But the shields did not go up. He moved right up the thing and still was not affected. It must only protect against projectiles.

"jaded Watch, use your hammers! Its shiedling doersn't affect hostiles, just basilistics and projectiles!"

I took both of my bolt pistols because i was forced to fight in close range. I shot one of the metal beings that was rushing towards me with a glowing metal axe 8 times in the face. But before moving on i looked for a area that held a machine matrix or something like that.

I found nothing after sighing i took my autocannon and fired at the monolith i was lucky and hit the portal apparently it was a weak spot and its main gun exploded but the rest of the machine remained.

After that i voxed to sergeant segari. ''sergeant use your lascannon on that portal like i did it is a weak spot.''

Aloysus dealt with the last of the Wraiths, swinging his powersword in a deadly arc that removed its head from it's shoulders, before hacking its body apart, breaking it until it phased out. "Squad, address!" He shouted, and the Basiliks pivoted, firing at the the Licheguard as they approached, felling one. Marius' melta attachment felled another, causing it tonphase out instantly. As the remainder of the automatons closed Aloysus ordered the counter charge, the marines slamming into their opponents. Marius began hacking a path towards the Monolith. "Gannicus, meltagunner, with me! Aim for the Monolith, protect the melta until we can get in range. The rest of you, form a fighting wedge behind us, stop them from cutting us off." Marius set off, leading the way with his power sword cutting a deadly path through the Licheguard. He smiled as his marines fell into a perfect formation behind him. These machines would never match the perfection of his Basilisks.

As the Archers fired on the Monolith, jet like Warriors of the enemy zoomed overhead. "Segari!!" Antioch yelled through the vox, tell Rephosus to change targets, enagage the airborne enemies, his autocannon is ineffective against the heavy armour of that vehicle!"

Dreph Kalar hurled himself at the mechanical spider. Beams of white light shot out at him, but the Energy Field generated by the Iron Halo proved stalwart in defense.

"CHARGE!"

The Jaded Watch began to run at the walker, pushing every power unit and motor to the limit. The white rays dissipated across their shields, turning to nothing.

Dreph jumped upon the metal arachnid, aiming to destroy the pilot. The Stalker tried to shake him off, moving frantically and crashing into walls.

Nero popped out of his Drop Pod and fired his bolter in two sharp bursts. Explosive rounds bit into metal and in brilliant flashes of green the metallic warriors disappeared. A green haze came up around his head and he rolled behind a pillar to protect himself. He peeked out and shot again, his bullets exploding around the defensive position of the Necrons.

Hectoris and his squad moved away from the aracnoid walker. Kalar was on top of it, trying to slash at the pilot with his claws, but the machine was smashing into walls and spinning wildily, trying to shake of the commander of the Brotherhood of Orion. hectoris and the Watch were forced to withdraw. If that thing stepped uopn them they would be crushed, no matter what type of plate they were wearing or how strong their shields were. The would have to wait this one out.


Hectoris kept one eye on the corridor to huis left and his squad watched the route they had come and the corridor to the right. There was nothing more they could do. Hectoris turned back to watch the fighting. He hated feeling so uselss. his place was to fight, no to watch. It appeared as though Kalar had had enough. Gripping the machine with his Clawed hand, he popped the magazine fom his Twin-Bolter, and loaded one of Veneance ronds, unstable bolt rounds with a dangerous flux core. Raising his twin bolter, and desperately hoping the shields wouldn't activate this close, he fired5 rounds into the mechanical pilot. 3 went into its chest, and 1 into its skull. As the pilot crashed to the ground, Kalar flun himslf from the collapsing machine, landing with a thunk and a great dent in the floor, the ferrocrete cracking beneath his weighty armour. Hectoris gave a nod of approval, not easy in the restrictive armour, but nod he did. As the turned to continue, one of the Terminators shouted something, pointing at the pilot withn his hammer. hectoris didn't need to hear. The pilot was back on its feet, and clutched a lengthy spear, topped with an axe blade that glowed a sickly green, a smaller blade on the opposite end of it. kalar wasted no time in pouring serveral more vengeance rounds into it, felling it for the second time. Again the ceature rose, advancing slowly but menacingly. It was almost unnerving.

hectoris charged in, sword raised, reay for the strike. Without warning his sword was snatched from his hand, as a machine, piloted by another of the metal Skeletons. The thing it was riding on reminded hectoris of a Jetbike, though unlike the normal Imperial Jetbike, which flew straight, this thing corkscrewed through the air, nausea apparently no problem for the machines. Even a space marine, his Lyman's ear helpng to negate such effects, would become dizzy upon on of those devices. The Jetbike did not even stop, it simply carried on into the darkness. They would never catch it.

Hectoris was almost decapitated, only just managing to raise his shield against the massive green scythe. he was defencelss, and the skeleton was not as weak or fragile as it appeared. Hectoris shifted his balance as it swun again, a massive sweeping attack that would have cut him in two. Hectoris parried again and again. The machine was slow, but still deadly for the scythe was a heavy weapon, able to cleave through his armour as easily as his sword could cleave through this being. A red mist descended over him as he thought of his perfect blade being stolen and tampered with by these, these, things. With a feral raor he ducked under the next attack, stepping inside its guard, and grabbing its weapon between its grip,preventing it from striking again. He kicked his foot towards its chest, denting the metal of its torso and sending it reeling. The being lay still. Hectoris span his new weapon some to get a feel for it, and found that the being was up yet again. With now no weapon to defend iotself, it was a simple matter for Hectoris to cleave its skull in half, had he hit the skull. His aim with the clumsy scythe was a little off and he instead clove its collar bone and ribs. He was not amused by the fact the creature got up yet again, though with not as much confidence. With a growl, he clpammed his hands on its head and squeezed. One of his squad, backing him up and keeping a lookout, asked, "What are these things?" Had Hectoris not heard that sickening, graining, metallic chuckle from the machine, he would have crushed its head there and then.

"What are you creature? Why are you here andwho do you serve.?!" demanded the Captain, his Twin-Bolter now pressed to the metal skull.

The grating laugh echoed throuhout the corridors, setting hectoris' teeth on edge."I serve only myself and the Lord of the Storm, and the Lord of our race, the Silent King. My master, the Lord of Storms, has come to reclaim what is his. Your friend here knows this."

"Is that why you stole our sword."
"We took back what is OURS!"

Kalar had one last question, still unanswered though it was asked. "What are you?"

The machine made several noises that sounded like breathing, though why made no sense.

"We are the Necrons and we have come to reclaim OUR galaxy!2 It laughed like something was funny. Hectoris wasted no time in crsuhing its skull, the green lights in its eyes dying. Praying that it was truely dead, Hectoris dropped it to the ground. It slowly faded out of existence. Hectoris turned to look down the corridor where the Necron had come from, where the walker was lying, only to find that the walker too, had vanished.

Thuis is going to be a long day, thought Hectoris


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Deep within the bowls of Hectoris' sopul, unbeknownst even to him, a voice whispered. "Indeed Hectoris."

After shooting the jetbikes and downing 3 of them a creature with a strange orb marched up to me. All the necrons backed out and it stood before me 4 of the dead necrons that laid around me raised up and took up their weapons against me.
I took out my twin bolt pistols and shot 2 of them the other 2 marched up to me and prepared to strike. I ducked and rolled away. The necron lord softly said ''Mortal surrender and your dead will be swift.''

I ignored him and took my autocannon in my hands and prepared to shoot but just before i shot my mechanical eye started to interfere. The necrodermis that flew inside my eye was slowly trying to take control but the power of an unkown helper fought it off and i heard a voice say. ''My master will be pleased if you join, come and i will present to you the ultimate technology that those fouls will never understand!''

I fell on the ground but mustered my strength and just before the lord struck i showed a krak grenade right before him and the majority his body disappeared and the rest was blown to pieces i myself was wounded but my armor saved me of the bulk of the blow. The other metal warriors seemed weakened and i used this opportunity to empty my bolt pistols in them. But shortly after that i fell to the ground exhausted, wounded And i heard the voice laugh.

The fighting wedge was in trouble. It had started as a glorious tribute the Emperor's Children's' marshal perfection, cutting through the advancing Necrons swiftly, every marine in his place. Necron after Necron fell before them, unable to stand before the ferocity and perfection of the advancing Knights of the Basilisk. Then from behind him, Marius heard a cry of shock and pain. Engaged with a Licheguard to his fore he was unable to turn and see what had happen. "Report" he snapped into the vox "What is happening back there?". "The destroyed Necrons are rising, Sergeant!" came the shocked response. "We are surrounded. Brother Antonius has been killed. What do we do, Sergeant?". Aloysus grunted as he hacked at the Necron before him, slicing through it's spine and head, dropping it to the floor. He stamped on its head and limbs as he stepped over it to the next automaton, hoping that would stop it from rising.

"Form a rearguard. We must press on. If we can destroy that tank we will cut off their reinforcements. It must be done." Aloysus replied. The marine on Marius's left fell, slashed by his opponent's warscythe. Aloysus gritted his teeth as the ranks closed to fill the gap left by the fallen marine, battering at the creatures in his way with renewed fury. "No matter the cost."

The Griffin Brethren were quickly losing their numbers defending the Archers. Faberon and Nero were fighting back to back, while Segari and Antioch did the same. Rephosus was out and the last 3 members of the Griffins defended his body. They were quickly being overrun by the Necron forces, "This is Antioch, the Archers and Griffins need extraction or reinforcement, we are taking heavy casualties!"

The rush of war fueled him as he threw himself into every enemy he could reach. The crackle of his axe deafened by the ripping and tearing of when it met it's prey. He swiftly holstered his bolter and switched to his pistol firing off pushing back any who dared approach his brother wielding the meltagun.
Gannicus nearly getting caught in the discharge of his brothers weapons as he savagely assaulted the enemy.
"they are relentless!" his words more like grunts as he spoke.
Gannicus took sight of what was going on behind him and a look of panic came over his face, he slammed his foot into his battle brother pushing him out the way of a incoming bolt of green energy. One of the freshly slain had risen once more.

Barely avoiding the blast himself he took up his Pistol to take quick aim firing off quick shots tearing threw it's head and chest forcing it back down.

Gannicus roared a inhuman battle cry further distorted by his helmet. he lunged into the wave of Necron before him like a snarling beast he tore into them using his pistol as a club and gauging limbs off of them making sure to Lop off their heads. His armor gaining more scratches and burns as he fought, his helmet almost knocked from his head but he continued to push.
The advance seemed to be slowing and it felt as if walls of metal were closing in on them.
He locked weapons with a Warscythe, the sounds of battle echoing inside his helmet as the sound of tearing metal and bolter fire muffled the falling forms of his legion brothers behind him. The thought of the fallen gave him a brief moment of what could be best described as worry before it gave way to beckoning rage.
He pushed it back, for the briefest of moments they exchanged blows avoiding lethal hits, Gannicus roared as he swung his power axe missing his target completely and tearing into the nearby necrons with a wide slash. With a curse on his tongue he watched The Pariah lunge at him.

With a single discharge the pariah and nearby hostiles were blown away. Gannicus greeted by the sight of his melta wielding brother.
Regrouping they began to push forward, the horde was endless but steadily the enemies tank was getting closer.
"follow me!" he pushed deeper into the enemy, the melta wielding marine and a few others followed his advance.
His armor rumbled from the impact of close quarters combat, a green bolt strikes one of the marines point blank claiming another of the emperors children.
The tank seem closer than ever, but many things could happen with such anomalies as enemies.

As Kalar and the Jaded Watch made their way deeper into the Imperial Hive of Pyrona, it became evident that the Necrons had a much larger force than the Brotherhood had first thought. Hectoris had a Necron weapon, which didn’t serve him very well. The battle on the plains outside of the city had not budged an inch in anyone’s favour, even though both sides had taken serious casualties. The Brotherhood were slowly being overran. Lord Fulgrim had voxed Kalar and given him another secret mission, to go and eliminate the Necron commanders, Imotekh the Stormlord and Nemesor Tokarn. The primarch had also warned the company that those two HVTs meant that the Brotherhood was up against the combined might of two of the greatest Necron Dynasties: Sauhtek and Narkos.

Just as Kalar started talking to Hectoris about how they would take the two Necron Overlords out, as they were both supposedly good warriors, that a Necron Overlord with a double-headed Warscythe and semi-corporeal whip-like wires floating around him came around the corner with 5 shielded, sword-toting Lychguard. Immediately the Terminators were on edge, taking up fighting stances.

“What are you doing here, Xenos scum?” roared Hectoris, issuing a clear challenge to the Necron Overlord.

“We are here to reclaim what is ours.” replied the Necron. “That gem in the pommel of your sword is one of our Tesseract Labyrinths and it contains a large chunk of The Nightbringer, one of our most feared gods. This world is also a Tomb World of His Majesty the Stormlord’s Dynasty”

“Impossible, and I imprisoned an Eldar Avatar in that gem.”

“Trust me when I tell you The Nightbringer will have eaten it by now”

“Prepare to die, Necron. CHARGE!” roared the Terminator Sergeant. The Jaded Watch and Kalar started sprinting toward the group of metal skeletons. The Necron Overlord swung his Warscythe around in a wide arc, even though the charging Marines were well out of melee range. The staff flashed green, and two crackling bolts of emerald energy came racing towards the Jaded Watch. One of the Terminators managed to raise his Storm Shield and the lightening ricocheted into the sky. The second Marine was not so lucky, the bolt of energy smacking him full in the face. The Terminator’s head simply exploded. Once the distance between them was halved, the floating whips phased in and swung at Kalar, tripping him up and holding him down. The Lychguard stepped forward and formed a shield wall, not unlike the one that the Jaded Watch had formed against the Triarch Stalker.

The Teminators crashed through the shields easily, but that put them at a disadvantage. The Lychguard swung their Hyperphase Swords down on the charging Terminators, destroying one of the Thunder Hammers and cutting another Terminator’s shield arm clean off, and the Terminator screamed in agony. As the pinned Kalar watched Hectoris swing his Rod of Covenant in a wide arc to sever the Necron Overlord’s head, the Necron Overlord disappeared from where it was and reappeared behind him went to stab him in the back. Luckily the Crux Terminatus held fast against the heavy blow. Kalar broke free of the whips and ran to where the combat was taking place. Unable to join the combat for fear of hitting a Terminator, Kalar drew his storm bolter and took careful aim at the Necron Overlord, who was lunging toward Hectoris, about to stab him in the face. Caught unaware by the sudden bolter shells, the Necron Overlord was sent reeling backwards. Finding shooting easier than hand-to-hand combat, Kalar took aim at one of the Lychguard. The Shield on its arm deflected the bolts into the crippled Terminator’s chest, killing him or knocking him unconscious, Kalar couldn’t tell at this distance. The Marine Captain fired again, this time hitting the Lychguard in the face. It phased out immediately. The Terminator who had his Thunder Hammer destroyed by the counter-attack dropped what was left of the Hammer and picked up the Lychguard’s sword. With Hectoris duelling the Necron Overlord, two Lychguard in pieces on the floor and another phased out, the two remaining Terminators, one with Thunder Hammer the other with Hyperphase Sword, were battling the two remaining standing Lychguard. The Necron Overlord got up from the floor and swung his Warscythe, knocking the shield out of Hectoris’ grip, removing his defence. Kalar tried to shoot the Necron again, only this time the shots passed straight through the Necron’s body without so much as a spark. The Overlord swung his scythe at Kalar, firing more of the arcane lightning that had killed one of the Jaded Watch as they ran. One bolt of lightning missing entirely, the other destroying the Storm Bolter in Kalar’s hand.
“” muttered Kalar to himself as the two Lychguard from the floor finished fusing back together and rejoined the fight. The remainder of Hectoris’ squad was outnumbered now, and thus overpowered easily. One of the Terminators was decapitated, and the other was stabbed in the abdomen, rending him unable to fight. The four Lychguard quickly beat down Kalar as he tried to help his allies. They dragged him back to the combat between the Necron Overlord and Hectoris. Hectoris was winning, much to the Captain’s relief. However that all changed when those whips phased in again and wrapped around Hectoris. Unable to defend himself, Hectoris’ new bionic arm was cut off. The Necron Overlord removed Hectoris’ helmet and kicked the Terminator in the face, knocking him out cold. The Overlord looked over to the Lychguard.

“Grab one of these each, bring them down to the Catacombs. Leave their weapons” ordered Nemesor Tokarn. “We will use them as bargaining chips to get the rest of these scum to leave our Tomb World.”
After a short walk to the centre of the city, the Necrons led their prisoners down into the Tomb Complex below.
“Put them in Suspended Animation until I figure out what to do with them” ordered the Nemesor.
Once the four Space Marines were safely stored in Suspended Animation, Nemesor Tokarn sought out Imotekh the Stormlord.
“We have the Astartes Captain and three of their ‘Terminators’ in Suspended Animation down in the Tomb.”
“Excellent. Pleasure doing business with you Nemesor” said Imotekh. “Time to bring in reinforcements.” As Imotekh spoke, the skies darkened to almost pitch black and emerald bolts of lightning started striking amongst the Astartes forces, causing several fires and killing several Marines.

A lightning bolt smashed into Nero's chest plate and threw him against a wall. His bolter was destroyed and his combat blade hung loosely in fragments from its maglock. He walked out of the rubble and grabbed an unsuspecting metal creature by the face. He hurled it to the ground and dropped to his knee, crunching its ribcage and destroying it completely. He felt a storm growing in him as he killed again and again, and he could swear that everything flashed into an ex-ray for a second, but then it was back to normal. He picked up a bolter from a fallen Marine and rejoined his Squad

Dreph awoke to find himself in a black tomb inside the Labyrinth. The only light came from a strange rune on the side of the wall.

He was dressed in nothing but a ragged tabbard. He was shackled in obsidian cuffs, connected with green lightning.

He thrashed about his cell, trying to shatter the shackles. His resistance was met with a great shock, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

Hectoris had been awake for a a quarter-hour when he heard Kalar awake, chained up in the room next to his. Hectoris heard him cry out in pain.

"It's no use Captain! I have tried. They will shock you if you struggle. The power wattage goes up with each with each strike!"

Hectoris was angry. He had been captured, and all but on of his squad, Magnus Malvarian, were dead, leaving just them two and Kalar. He tried pulling the chains again himself, but was rewarded with a massive burst of electrical energy. At kleast his captors had the decency to reattach his mechanical arm.

Magnus was chained up next to him, rendered unconcious by the shocks. He had been first to wake.

Hectoris pulled again. Then he blacked out as an enormous burst of electricity struck him.

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he ws back, in the Warp Dream. The creature stood before him again. The Daemon. The one who served this "Kharnath."

"Welcome back," it said, a sly grin, or what could pass as one past its many jutting fangs, crossed its face. "Now, that propositionI told you about. Do you wish to hear it, or shall I leave you to rot?"
"I will never accept help from you, creature!" hectoris spat on the floor, the fluid moving impossibly slowly towards the ground, but impacted with an enormous splash. Things were not the same here.

"My master would not be pleased with that. I may have to kill you."
Hectoris went for hi sword, noly to find it wasn't there. He forgot that the Necron Jetbike had stolen it. The Daemon chuckled. Hectoris lept at it swing his fist, trying to break its face before it could react. The Daemon moved impossibly fast. Not as fast as the one that had come out of Segari, but fast nonetheles. It had the tip of its sword pressed to the nape of his neck.

"Now, my proposition. My master wants me to possess you. I will lend you my strength, my speed and skill. In return, you must spill as much blood and claim as many skulls for him as possible. Where blood may not be spilled, you must fight to the best of your skills. It must be an honest fight. Trickery and Sorcery is dispised by my master. Do we have a deal?"

"You think I would allow you to control my body, my perfection, designed by the Emperor, " The Daemon flinched at the mention of His name, " and created in the furnace of war?! Do you jest with me or do you think me stupid?"

"Perfect? That is laughable. You cannot even break these chains. Pathetic. I am leaving." The Daemon turned to leave.

"Wait!" If Hectoris had seen the Daemon's face, he would have regretted saying what he did. The evil, satisfied grin it gave would have been enough to turn even Russ' cold heart freeze.

"Do you promise, that I will be better with your help?" Hectoris inquired.

"On my master's Skull Throne."

Hectoris thought for a moment. Then he said "Then come."

The Daemopn strode towards him, stopping just before his body. The Daemon vanished.

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Hectoris reawoke. He was still on the floor, chained up. magmnus was awake again and asked if he was alright. Hectoris replied he was. He looked at the chains holding him. If the daemon was to be believed, and it had taken to his body, he would be able to break them. But the electric shock could kill him if he tried. He saw the dead of his Legion in his mind's eye, and the anger in him grew. At first a spark in his chest, but soon a fierce heat grew within him.

Taking up a chain in both hands, he harnased this fury and pulled with all his might. The shock was instantaneous. He knew the Daemon had betrayed him and he was going to die. Still he pulled.

The electricity did not kill him, in fact he barely felt it. He pulled harder and the anger within him grew stronger. The chains buckled and snapped with a long bang. he stood and went to Magnus, who was staring at him, his gaze questioning, but his brother remained silent.

Whatever this Daemon was doing, he liked it. This daemon, of Chaos, was going to help him achieve perfection in battle. By the Emperor, he was going to make sure every space marine in the galaxy had power like this. Segari had been weak, unable to control the beast within, but Hectoris was strong. he would make sure of it. Slowly, maybe, but surely, the power would become entirely his. He would increase the power of this Daemon's master, and the power of the Daemon and thus his own. The power of Chaos would swell.

Chaos will begin to grow.

I woke up or at least i thought i woke up. I was in a weird dimension i heard the sound of machinery everywhere and heard the screams of agony of humans i looked around and saw the half machine half daemon again but on the other side i saw the daemon of excess and pleasure.

The machine deamon said. ''Come i will enlighten you i will show you the truth of the soul of the machine and the god that you fools on mars worship. You will be envied by all the others for the machines that you create. I saved you you are already in debt to me!'' He said that last thing with a sickening laugh.
On the other side the daemon of pleasure said. ''come to me and i will show you the edge of pleasure like you have never felt. I will make you perfect everyone will want to be and follow you i will make everything you have and be perfect. You are jealous of those other tech marines aren't you and you want to be like your sergeant come and i will make you even better.''

Then they both said in sync. ''CHOOSE YOUR SIDE NOW!''

I found myself weakened I didn't know what to do but then i screamed. ''I will only follow the machine god and the emperor as he is the omnissiah I will never falter!''
They both laughed and the machine deamon said ''I will wait for you the day that you will fall to me will be soon. Watch the day boy your soul will belong to me.''

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I woke up i heard the sound of explosions and found myself on the battlefield i got up and runned to sergeant antioch and said sergeant what should we do we can't survive we need to withdraw But just before he could answer a group of warriors appeared I took out my autocannon and took my shot i killed 4 of them but forgot to shoot them for a second time to eliminate the chance of them returning but instead of all of them resurrecting only 1 stood up and i shot another 3 along with that one i shouted to sergeant antioch sir we need extraction ASAP!