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I stood still i heard messages from everywhere that raids had started, and that over 80 elite necrons where spotted.
I concentrated and managed to make all the security systems (That means missile launchers, heavy bolters and multi lazors everything.) work. they where meant to be given a fix first but there was no time. One of the lords happened to be near the cybernetica bay and was ambushed by them. They swarmed around them and their high tech equipment managed to directly destroy 6 immortals. Then they charged into close combat. The remaining 4 immortals and the lord managed to destroy 2 robots but they where overpowered. I ordered them to be torn apart and be burnt in the furnaces so they wouldn't return. A second group appeared right before me I was surrounded they managed to enclose me and cut of all roads of escape. I laughed and said. ''You fools do you wish to be destroyed that fast?'' And at that moment 10 missile launchers activated and blasted them immortals to smithereens. 3 of them stood back up and along with the lord assaulted me. I used my plasma pistols to kill two of them by melting there faces. The other one tried to strike at me but a force field appeared and its attack was ricocheted back to him. I thought to myself. ''I knew it would be easy to harness the warp powers for a training like this.'' I gathered a sizable force of skitarii and ordered them to seek out and help captain dreph and sergeant ceacilius. ''They may not be harmed.'' I shouted.
I heard one of my upper circle advisors scream through the vox that he successfully eliminated another group. But that he shamefully had lost over 40 skitarii in the process. I walked towards the area where the most problematic reports where coming from intending to eliminate the leader.

Aloysus, Hectoris and Antioch belted through the corridors heading for the arming chambers. They heard reports form all over the ship of the Necron attack. Several squads on both sides had been killed, but noone knew how many Necrons were aboard. Aloysus had voxed the five remaining Knights of the Basilisk and ordered them to meet him in the arming chambers, from where they would begin search and destroy missions.

Arriving in the chambers Hectoris hurried off, anxious to get armoured. Aloysus noticed that he seemed slimmer, and seemed to walk in a slightly hunched, but predatory stance. He put it from his mind, now was not the time to risk a confrontation with the increasingly volatile Hectoris.

His Knights arrived in the Arming Chambers. "Are you all armed and ready?" he asked. His marines answered with the affirmative. "Then let us hunt some Necron. Rephosus, where do you need my squad to head to?"

Nero smashed a Wraith in the face with the but of his sword as it materialized in front of him. Its circuitry corroded and wore away as the Nurglitch blade touched it. Nero smiled as it keeled over. Then he took a bolt of green lightning to the chest and was thrown back. He activated his flamer and acidic bile sprayed across the hallway, melting away the Neccrons and causing a small breach in the hull. Then Nero saw it. A huge Battle-Barge of the Sons of Horus Legion. He voxed the others.
"I have located the ship of my very first company, back when I was just a scout. They will merge with us as we head to Davin, I can convince them. I will vox my old Captain when we come within range." Nero said and stared longingly at the shimmering metallic olive beast that came towards him.
"Sedaire." Nero whispered.

Hectoris barreled into the squad of immortals, their leader clutching an enormous warscythe that spat green light on the surrounding corridor. Now fully armoured in his Tactical Dreadnought plate, and cluthing his trusty Thunder Hammer and stylised Storm Shield. He moved much quicker than anyone else in the company now. His powers were much greater than any normal Astartes. But mostly because he embrased the powers. Dreph Kalar had the chance to become more powerful than even he, and he had refused. Fool. Within moments, without noticing it, the necrons were gone, destroyed and phased out. The Necron Lord got up, stupidly. Hetoris simply kept bashing it to the ground untill it was little more than scrap metal and oozing green liquid.
"Very good Hectoris, " Said Scarspite, " you have become extremely powerful." Hectoris smiled at the confirmation. "Do not let yourself get carried away. There aremany things out there more poweful than I, and they shall easily defeat you as you are now."

as Hectoris rounded the corner, he came to find 5 Lychguard and the Necron commander systematically executing the Griffin Brethren, who had been caught in a trap. 3 of the Emperor's Children lay dead already, and as Hectoris began to sprint down the hall like an out of control juggernaut, Hectoris caught a glimpse of the blue blade of an Imperial power sword, shearing through the neckline of his brother. A long, two handed power sword with an emeald cube for the pommel. His sword.

Antioch listened to the desperate vox messages of his squadmates, they were being killed off. He sprinted down the hall where Hectoris had gone, watching the metal bodies that Hectoris destroyed melt away. He turned a corner, and saw Hectoris sprinting toward the enemy attacking his squad, like a battering ram. Hectoris was nearly as fast in his Dreadnought armour as Antioch in his simple powered armour, this perplexed him but he pushed it aside. He rushed in alongside of Hectoris. Before the Lychguard could react, Hectoris had felled 2 of them, and was shield bashing a third. Antioch stabbed around a shield and sliced up through the robot in front of him, severing the arm holding its shield, and a leg in the same movement. He spun his blade around and stabbed the warrior engaged with Hectoris. It turned to analyze its attacker, and Hectoris took the moment to smash it aside with his hammer. Antioch thrust past the last on and cut its waist and head of in 2 clean sweeps. He and Hectoris stood, facing the large machine wielding a sword, standing in front of them.

Faberon was back inside his body: It was that or be killed. Even so, the Griffin Brethren were being killed far too quickly, and his flamer would run out of fuel at this rate. Then the enemies made a bad move: They charged. He spun out his combat blade and bolt pistol and cut a path through the enemy that would have been bloody had it not been metal warriors he was fighting. The daemonette inside him allowed him to cut through each and every one with terrifying speed, his blade taking on a life of its own and rending through everything. This battle would be good.

Nero saw the rest of his squad fly down the hallway, fighting elite necrons with shields and axes. Nero silently drew his sword and stabbed one in the back, tearing up through its spinal chord and bisecting its head. He spun and kicked another one, sending it crashing against the wall and shattering it. An axe bit into his back and he turned around abruptly. He let lose a shot of acid into the face of the offending Necron.
"My brothers of the 13th Company have arrived, Sedaire has sensed the commotion on board and dispatched a Thunderhawk. I'm already picking up life signs of my old squad, we have Cthonian Reavers coming to back us up. Hold for ten more minutes max and these guys will tear some metal ass up." Nero shouted over the din of the battle, belting another Necron with a haymaker to the face as he yelled.

Dreph walked down the corridor, unawares of the Necron party ahead.

"You may have destroyed my master, Kalar, but you haven't ended me yet."

A Lychguard walked out of the shadows and poised himself, shield primed for the charge.

Dreph began to build up power, preparing to throw himself at the metal man.

He never made the charge.

A massive screech rang through the ship, and the sound of the jungle could be heard. The occupants of the ship were tossed back like children's toys. The airlock blew open, and Dreph seized the opportunity. He grabbed a Bolter, and in his suit of ornamental Power Armour, he jumped out of the airlock onto the surface of the planet, and began to run through the jungle.

"NERO ARE YOU OKAY!?!?!?!!?!" Nero heard his old Sergeant, Salar Cator, scream through the vox. The ship had literally fallen out of orbit over some jungle planet. The Reavers had sped after it and as soon as Nero bashed his way out of the metal shell he was in, he saw nine meteors hurling towards him. They all landed in unison, nine shimmering black giants crashing into the ground on wings of fire. They all stood up and Nero smiled. His oldest friends had never replaced his position in their squad. Eight of them fanned out into the jungle, and only Sergeant Cator stayed to greet Nero.
"He came to me too you know." Cator said.
"What do you mean Sal?" Nero asked, hoping it wasnt what he thought.
"Nug-leth. I accepted him, but the Warmaster found out. The Warmaster told me that he was evil and I had to drive him out. I agreed, and here I am today. You must do the same, or Horus won't be pleased." Cator said.
"But how could he be evil when he offers so much and takes so little?" Nero asked.
"There are four others like him, but he is the worst. You must turn him away, I promise that there are greater gifts. Also, he is no sight for sore eyes, and do you want to meet the Warmaster looking like a giant shitsack?" Cator replied.
"No, of course not! But how do I turn him away?" Nero asked.
"First cast away your gifts." Cator said and Nero threw away his flamer, sword, and grenades.
"But one of these gifts was a psychic power, how can I throw that away?" Nero asked. Cator grabbed him and looked straight into his eyes. All the rust and dirt fled his armor and Nero could feel the filth and plague escape him.
"It is gone, but there is another step, you must break the seal that binds your contract." Cator said. Nero removed his helmet and there was a great shriek as all Nurglitch power fled his body.
"Am I cleansed?" He asked.
"Yes, now other gods will come to you, but reserve your pledge until you meet Horus, he will show you the way." Cator said, just as the others all came back. They brought with them a team of servitors.
"What are these for brothers?" He asked and his best friend, Cerberus, laughed merrily.
"You've been grounded long enough ya damn baby, we are gettin you your WINGS!" Cerberus said, playing as he always did on the fact that he was ten minutes older than Nero.
"Shut your mouth grandpa, and did these guys bring an extra jump pack?" Nero asked. Each servitor, four in total, took a piece of themselves off and combined them to make a jump pack. Then the two with both arms remaining removed his backpack and attached his jump pack. The others spray-painted his armor black and drew in a styled Eye of Horus on his right shoulder.
"Now you look like a damn Cthonian!" His squad mates shouted, clapping him on the back and shoving him around.
"Wish I could say the same for you sorry bastards, I see they let the workout regime get loose since I left, friggin chubs." Nero joked.
"Now lets go find that 'new squad' of yours and see how they match up, eh?" Cerberus said.
"Yeah, where are those guys? Also, vox Sedaire and tell him to get his lazy ass down here, I haven't seen him in too long." Nero said as they set off into the jungle.

I got up after the blast. (this is after the fight so IHateNids's post will still be valid)
2 Skitarii helped me up i looked around i heard several vox reports of surrounded forces and confused men. I ordered a rally in the cybernetica bay.
I managed to gather 40 skitarii myself and there i met up with the majority of the forces. I rushed towards the holding bay. They were still alive the 30 valuable robots i ordered my men to look for a suitable camp positions while i retrieve some special issue equipment.
I walked towards my personal forge to retrieve sergeant segari and my own knight. While rushing there i found one of the lord's. Half of the immortals died in the crash i decided that discretion would be the greater virtue, i left some mines just in case.
I arrived in my forge i walked towards sergeant segari and dialed in his activation code. He woke up and said. ''Where are we? Rephosus report.'' I said. ''Yes sergeant we have crashed i came here to retrieve you and my own personal armor.''
I walked towards the knight and took my seat i had only made little test rides but nothing major like this. I activated the systems and felt the machine spirit make direct contact with me. I felt the machine like it was a part of my own body.
We walked towards the ships exit. Every step felt different but also familiar. I exited together with sergeant segari and met up with a group of astartes in black armor. I walked up to them and opened my vox. ''Good day fellow astartes i am devestator rephosus and captain of this ship. I have run into some troubles so i am mustering my forces in a nearby camp. I advice you you go with me its too dangerous here.'' I walked towards the camp and met up with captain kalar. I opened the cockpit and said to him. ''Greetings captain it seems you survived the crash too. I have set-up a camp to the north-west would you follow us?''

Marius Aloysus and his squad had been on their way to counter the Necron threat when the ship had fallen out of the warp. Picking himself off the floor he activated a nearby databank. It claimed they were landed on some backwater jungle planet. Sealing his suit Marius opened a hatch ans stepped onto the side of the ship. He found himself 1km up the side of the ship, with a clear view over the jungle canopy. "Well me!" he said. He opened a vox link to Captain Kalar as the Basilisks assembled ready to descend to the planet floor "We appear to be on a deathwprld, Captain. What are your orders?"

Dreph stopped. Aloysus' voice crackled over the Vox.

"Sergeant? Head towards my coordinates. Rephosus has located an Imperial Base."

At that moment a great hulking exoskeleton crashed through the undergrowth. At the helm was Rephosus, and Segari wasn't far behind.

"Sir?"

Nemesor Tokarn was back with his fleet, pondering this early defeat in the sure-to-be-long campaign against the Emperor's Children. He could not understand how his forces had been ripped apart. His plan had been carried out perfectly: the Wraiths had done reconnaissance and eliminated anyone standing on thier own, as they had been told; Caldrek had taken the main bulk of the force and put a severe dent in the Imperial numbers, then disappeared; then the Nemesor himself had arrived and cut down three quarters of all that remained, using an Imperial Power Sword. It was, in fact, the sword that a Tomb Blade had stolen from the Terminator 'Hectoris' back on Pyrona. As Tokarn new, the Sword's pommel held a Tesseract Labyrinth and within that Labyrinth there was a Shard of the Nightbringer, taken before the C'tan went into hibernation. Also as he had predicted, the Shard had eaten the essence of the Avatar that Hectoris had imprisoned within the Labyrinth. As soon as he had the Sword, Tokarn had removed the C'tan from the Labyrinth, and the C'tan tried to melt it's prison. All it succeded to do was half-melt the blade into a twisted mess, and reduce the Immortal holding it to a pool of fizzling metal. Tokarn then had it imprisoned in a stronger Labyrinth. It was more furious than a raging Daemon when he had encased it in the new Labyrinth.

Nemesor Tokarn thoughts trailed off. That was why he had lost. Daemons. He began re-playing the fight between him and Hectoris in his head, looking for the tell-tale signs of Daemonic Possesion.
Nemesor Tokarn swung the sword down, attempting to decapitate the marine as he charged. The Terminator, who Tokarn recognised as Hectoris, doged by rocking back and slightly bending his knees. Hectoris had then lunged for the Nemesor's head with his shield, which the Necron doged, then stepped forwards to smash him in with the Thunder Hammer. Tokarn phased out to avoid the blow, and grabbed his Warscythe from the phased-out state in which it was floating. As he had phased back in, Tokarn had stabbed the mauled blade through the Terminator's shield and into the wall. The two of them had hammered blows on each other for a long while, which only stopped when Nemesor Tokarn cleaved the Thunder Hamme in two. The next strike would have claimed Hectoris' head, but with a below of fury the Terminator had yanked the sword and shield out of the wall in one movement, and thrown the shield at the Nemesor's head, which Tokarn ducked under. At this point, Hectoris' eyes were a deep, blood red and he was sweating like he was being heated from the inside out. Hectoris had rushed at Tokarn with an almighty roar, lifting the Power Sword above his head to split Tokarn down the centre. Instead of phasing out, Tokarn had activated his Whip Coils and tripped the Terminator over, as he was moving too fast to doge them. After this the Nemesor phased out and reappeared behind the Terminator, who was getting up off the floor. Hectoris got up and looked in the direction the Nemesor used to be, so Tokarn stabbed him in the back. Hectoris gasped and spluttered, so Tokarn new his lungs were filling with blood. the Nemesor would have ended the Terminator's suffering right there by firing his weapon and reducing him to ashes, but a flurry of bolter shells bounced off the Nemesor's back, so he just phased out and left the Terminator to die. He reappeared behind the marine that were firing at him moments before and killed them all in seconds. Turning back to Hectoris body, the Nemesor was amazed to see it was on fire. After a moment, the fire went out and Hectoris just stood up with no hint of damage, not even a scratch on his armour, turned to look at the Necron, and charged with a snarl. Nemesor Tokarn phased out, back to his ship.
Yes, thought Nemesor Tokarn, deffinately a Daemon inside him. The fast movement, insane strength, and the reanimation blaze all pointed to the Daemon god they called Khorne.
He made a mental note to warn Caldrek at the next opportunity.

"Rephosus."

He looked at the gleaming metal of The Knight; truly it was as much an engine of style as it was as destruction.

"Segari."

The great Contemptor stood and turned to him.

"Yes, my lord?"

The words echoed around his body, creating a ghostly voice that rang out with the inner mechanics of the Dreadnought.

"We head to the Imperial Army base. We may need reinforcements against this menace."

Hectoris placed his whetstone back on the jungle floor. He had just finished reforging his blade. The weapon had been irriversily damaged when the Necron creature, having devoured the firey energy of the Avatar, had melted it. Once all the melted spile had been cut away, and the blade straightend, Hectoris couldn't help but be reminded of the sword Scarspite wieldedwhen they had first met. Scarspite had obviously been eavesdropping on his thoughts and answered, "Yes, it does resemble my Hellblade. Tzeentch, the damned sorceror, works in mysterious ways."

Hectoris had already patched up his shield. He was livid that the Overlord had escaped, after defiling hi shield's perfection. The power sword had been sent through it, leaving a great rift across the Pheonix, symbolic of Fulgrim and the Legion. It was an insult he endure untill the next time they met. Nemesor Tokern was its name. And he swore to end it.


As he stalked through the jungle, Hectoris thought back to those last few moments of battle with the Necron. The blade pierced his Black Carapace ribcage and went through pinning him to the ground. Hectoris had been stabbed through many times before, but not like this.Normally such a blow tunred him cold, but the fire in his soul, for he now concluded what it was, burned hooter than ever before. Hectoris could see fire rippling from his chest, consuming his body, as Sacrspite took over. This was different to the last time though. The last time it had been like he had been a spereate entity, watching the battle on a moniter. But this, was like he was a 3rd person to Nemesor and Scarspite, watching from Scarspite's eye. The fire consumed his body and healed all of his wounds. All of them. The grisly sacer on his face was no more.

As he walked, he examined his body. It was definately changed. His head had large lumps on the forehead and the chin. It must be to help with balance, he had thought. His spine had become very knobbly and ronounced and he no walked with a hunched, predator gait. His fingernails had grown very long and talon like, and his lips constantly pulled back in a snarl. He was as fast in his Tactical Dreadnought armour as any others were in Power Armour. Emperor-forbid how agile he would be in Power or scout armour, or unarmoured altogether. He was also much stronger. These 2 characteristics were augmented by his armour to make him very powerful indeed. He reckoned he could even take on a Custodes if he needed to.

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Unbeknownst to anyone save itself, Tzeentch chuckled from his lair in the Warp. "You may indeed need to yet, Marine..."

I walked in my knight the feeling becoming completely similar to normal walking. Although still all my feelings and movements where augmented and they felt stronger. I could feel my mind and the machine spirit mix. And i thought about the numerous titan princeps that became undetachable from their titans because their mind became a complete mix of their titan and them selfs.
We came upon one of the predatory creatures of this planet it was a purplish half scorpion creature but then very large. It was my first time to shine as it charged towards me. I activated my power lance and ruptured him in two with a powerful push.
I came upon more and more of my scattered forces.I was able to gather around 80 men. My forces where severely tinned out i needed to find a forge and some servitors or willing serfs.
luckily i met up with the force that i ordered to secure my robots that lightened the situation up a little again. I had 5 of them latch onto my armor so i could fully experience what they have found on this planet. It seemed very weird to the other marines but for me it seemed like a normal conversation.
I had sent another 6 robots with 15 skitarii and 1 techpriest to scout ahead I didn't want any serious surprises.
I went into the trance again. I saw M'gash the fight also had weakened, him i spoke. ''M'gash what have you seen? where should i go?'' He said. ''Another 2 kilometers and you will find the imperial base. Make sure to avoid contact with hostile mechanicum forces we will need to subjecate them. Otherwise the fabricator locum on mars will hear word of our endeavors.'' I agreed.
The night began to dawn i asked to captain dreph. ''Captain do you think we will need to set up camp or do you want to move on i estimate another 3 or 4 kilometers before we reach the base. What are your orders?''

Nero and his squad strode after the mechanized brigade, feeling fairly out of place. Nero saw a predator of some sort lurking after them. It was giant and scaly, like a mammoth with a rock exoskeleton. He shot five times with his bolt pistol to no effect. The Reavers picked up and soon the creature was alive with weapons fire. The flamers and pistols of the squad could scarcely penetrate the rock armor and only served to make the animal mad. They all heard a screeching roar and the creature exploded in a wave of gore. In the center, an embellished Sons of Horus Drop Pod stood. Its doors flew open and crunched the remaining bones. A lone Assault Marine, dressed in the black and gold of a Justaerian Warrior stood inside of it. As he disengaged his helm, Nero rushed forward and grabbed him in a mighty bear hug.
"LUC!" He shouted, lifting his Captain up much to Sedaire's discomfort.
"Hello Nero, how long has it been?" Sedaire asked, clapping Nero so hard on the shoulder that he smashed into the frame of the drop pod. Nero laughed like a wild predator.
"To long old friend, have you brought the whole thirteenth to join us?" Nero asked.
"That I have, we were on our way to Davin at the request of the Warmaster and Aximand told me that he picked up your signal, so I thought we'd join you. Children and Sons together again eh? Reminds me of the days we spent in white." Luc said, trailing off somewhat.
"We all miss those days brother, but whats done is done. And we are no lesser legion for it, hell we're the spawns of the greatest warrior in the galaxy." Nero reassured his captain.
"Of course, and theres a pride in that. You gonna introduce me to your friends?" Sedaire asked.
"Hell yeah, boys sound off for Captain Luc Sedaire of the Sons of Horus 13th Assault Company!" Nero laughed to the purple armored crowd.

"We march onwards."

Dreph began to walk, the golden shimmer of his armour making him quite inconspicuous. The great shining light attracted several of the Jungle creatures, and they sprang.

Hectoris snarled as Nero greeted his old friend. When the Sons of Horus came to meet them, Hectoris strolled away, pratising his stances. Sedaire came over to meet him. Hectoris had never met Sedaire before, but Hectoris knew he was a lot older than the Luna Wolf. Hectoris was one of the oldest Marines alive by a good few decades. sedaire greeted him warmly.

"Sergeant Hectoris, I presume? Nero speaks highly of you. I am Luc Sedaire."
Hectoris glanced at him and replied with a grunt before going back to his tances.
"I understand you were created on terra. Not many of your era are left, even among our..."
Hectoris was barely listening, having sheated his blade and was trying to walk off. sedaire stopped him, with effort, by p[lacing his hand on Hectoris breastplate. Hectoris snarled at him.
"I don't know what your problem is Hectoris, but remember that I still rank above you and you will obey my commands."
Hectoris turned to face him full on, rising up top his full height. His new stance, hunched over, hid the fact that he had grown nearly a foot., In hios large armour he towardeed over the Luna Wolf at a lofty 14ft. Sedaire shrunk back a little but puffed out his chest in an effort to remain in control. Hectoris spoke quietly, growling lightly.
"I was there when the Emperor embarked on his Great Crusade leaving Terra. I was there when we found your precious Primarch Horus on Cthonia. I was fighting Orks and Eldar and other, unspeakable horrors while youwere nuzzling your mother's breast and gaking your yourself. I was there when the first Space marine fell, never to rise. I have served my Legion and the Emperor for longer than you have been a Space marine. Do not lecture me about who is in command. If we should come to blows it shall be you who comes off worse, brother." Hectoris spat corrosive phlemg on the ground before skulking off. As he walked a large scorpian lept at him. The marines behind him raised their bolters but before they could draw a bead he had cleaved the beast in two and resheathed his blade, now eternally burning at the edges, yet never consuming it, and black as coal, without breaking stride. Sedaire watched as the Terminator Sergeant moved faster than he could in his Power Armour.

Nero rushed after his brother, feeling the rage emmanating from him.
"HECTORIS! STOP RUNNING!" Nero shouted, Hectoris abided long enough to look into Nero's eyes.
"You gave up your gifts, I won't be so foolish." He said and stormed off, plants catching fire around him from the heat coming off his body.

"Hectoris, it is time to fully dedicate yourself to Khorne, Lord of battle!" said Scarspite. It had been weeks since he had been in that dreamlike Warp space. But here he was. Scaraspite was changed too. He looked more human. Very much like an Astartes in fact, though unmistakably Daemon.

I got out of my knight deciding that i should make a formal meeting with this sedirea man.
I walked up to him in the suit that was needed to ride in the knight.
I took out my hand and said. ''So you are captain sedirea? its good to meet you and your men'' I said while looking at the laughing astartes.
I said. ''It seems our brother nero has taken quite a liking to you make sure you treat him with respect captain.'' I walked of to my knight again when i saw a predatory creature walk up to captain sedirea without hesitating. I sprinted off to the beast and rammed it in the chest it fell to the ground.
I took out my plasma pistol and shot it in the face after making sure it was dead i asked captain sedirea. ''Are you alright?''

Caldrek had visited the forge after the battle concluded. There he found a full suit of Assault Marine armour, still being worked on by the Master of the Forge, who had his back to the Necron. Caldrek raised his weapon and shot the elderly Techmarine between the shoulder blades. The space marine stumbled to the floor trying to support himself on his workbench. Caldrek walked over slowly and executed the marine. Then he replaced his pistol in it's phase-bubble holster and donned the suit of armour, even though he had to remove his own jump pack and phase it out. He then walked to the Lexicanum. Halfway there, an almighty crash sent tremors through the ship as it impacted on a planet. Caldrek used the confusion to remove the helmet of the armour and rip the integrated systems out, so they wouldn't conflict with his own. The next thing he knew, Caldrek was flying along carrying his 'borrowed' Bolter and thinking about the battle that had just concluded.

Like his master, he was going over the fight in his head, analysing for where he could do better.
The marine rushed at Caldrek, not caring at all for his own personal safety. Caldrek drew both of his Sword-pistols and took aim at the charging marine's legs. Those shots would have removed his ability to walk had he not suddenly jumped over the projectiles. In response to this, Caldrek had jumped and kicked the young marine in the face, breaking his nose and sending him back down the corridoor he had just charged out of. The Necron followed this by shooting at the marine again, but this time a crackling purple shield erupted out of nowhere and sent the projectiles back at Caldrek, who phased out at the last possible second to avoid getting vapourised by his own weapons. Concluding that the duel would be easier to win in hand to hand combat, Caldrek activated the blades on his weapons and rushed forwards. As he closed in on the rising marine, Caldrek fired his Gravity displacement pack and shot fifteen feet into the air. Caldrek used the height of the jump to lend power to his swing, coming down to decapitate the marine. As he did so, the marine looed up at Caldrek, his one organic eye glowing purple. A massive concussive force smacked Caldrek out of the air and into a wall. The Vargard picked himself up and adopted a ready pose.
"Drop your weapons, and we will fight like men" challenged the Psyker.
"But you have Psychic powers" replied the Necron coldly, energising the weapons.
"And you can disappear at a moment's notice"
Caldrek deactivated his weapons and sheathed them. Then he phased out and walked right up to the marine. He drew back his arm to punch and phased in as he swung forward, catching the marine unaware. Caldrek felt the hinge of the marine's jaw break against his hand as the head snapped backwards, then rammed his knee into the marine's chest, making a loud clang of Living Metal on Power Armour. Caldrek followed up by swiping the marine's legs out from under him. The Necron moved to stamp on the marine's head, but time seemed to slow down. Caldrek was fully aware of what was happening, but he was just moving so slowly. The marine managed to get up from the floor and steal one of Caldrek's weapons before time resumed it's course. Whirling round, Vargard Caldrek was looking down the barrel of one of his own guns. The marine snapped his jawbone back into place
"My name is Rephosus, get the hell off my ship" snarled the Psyker, and fired. The Vargard phased out to avoid the shot and kicked the Astartes in the fork of his legs, with another resounding clonk. The marine just laughed, his eye turning purple again.
"was that your best shot?"
"No, I just forgot that space marines have no balls."
Caldrek rolled out of the way as a massive shockwave of purple energy crackled towards him. Caldrek had an idea that would mean he didn't have to fight this Psyker for much longer. Slamming into the marine, Caldrek half phased out and dived through a wall, draging the marine's backpack into the wall and trapping the marine there. Caldrek snatched his weapon out of the marine's hand and sheathed it. He then kicked the Rephosus in the face again, knocking him out cold. Then Vargard Caldrek ran to find somewhere to hide. Segari stomped up to where the duel had taken place, and upon seeing Rephosus stuck in a wall by his backpack, obliterated the wall with one blast from his gun, freeing the Psyker and re-awakening him at the same time.
"Are you alright?" asked Segari.
"I'm fine now, thanks Sarge" replied Rephosus, cracking his nose back into position. "It's just that Necron got away".

Caldrek was puzzled. He had done everything right, but had been bested to the point of sticking his advesary inside a wall. He couldn't understand it at all.
'Oh well', he thought to himself. 'I'll just pretend I am a marine untill the Nemesor tells me what to do

Sedaire gave the Marine a clap on the shoulder.
"Thanks for the save buddy, that thing might of nicked my blade if I'd killed it." He jested, handing Rephosus a clip of bolt pistol ammo. Rephosus eyed it with confusion.
"Its a custom in the Reavers to give someone the bullets you would have used if they kill a potential threat first, take em." Nero said and Rephosus agreed.
"Now if you don't mind, my little special wepons kid has been grounded to long, I'm taking him up for some air duels." Sedaire said and took off. Nero followed him, his old skill rusty but coming back. Seaire was above him for all of five seconds before he attacked. Nero rolled in the air to avoid being stuck by the diving Sedaire's blade. Nero drew his chainsword and the throaty beast roared to life. It was an old weapon, but a good one. The teeth were Medusan steel, a gift from the Primarch Ferrus Manus for saving him from an ork sneak attack once. It had an etching on the case that read If you follow the light, the light will guide this blade. Nero swung it down and deflected Sedaire's blade again. He kicked off the canopy of the jungle and gave himself a boost from the pack. Luc followed and Nero lunged down, grabbing him by the waist and smashing the both of them through the canopy and into the ground. Neor stood and put the deactivated blade to Sedaire's face plate. He activated it for a brief second and left a tiny notch between the eyes. Then he picked him up and dusted him off. Sedaire and Nero both took off their helmets and let their hair down. Both of them had always been very proud of their hair in the company, seeing it as a mark of honor to have the long blonde hair of their uncle Sanguinius.
"Damn these Children made you good." Sedaire said with a laugh.
"I think your ass has been sitting on the 13th throne to long, its starting to rust." Nero replied. A chuckle rose from his squad.
"Well if I rust over, then your the one who has to get the WD40,000." Sedaire said back, causing another bout of laughter.
"That'd be a waste of good scrap metal." Nero said and the black squad all whooped with laughter.
"Hey there little tyke, will you shut your damn mouth long enough for some of us to get a word in." Cerberus jested.
"As soon as you can catch me on your walker." Nero shot back. They continued walking while firing insults and jests at each other, slaying the occasional predator and then laughing about it. Nero was reminded of old times again.

As the other Marines went about their business, Dreph continued to the camp.

"Hurry up, men, we aren't safe yet!"

With that, Bolters and Knives were raised once more, and they headed northwards.

His mechanical body whined and creaked as they climbed the jungle path. Segari felt like he was half unconcious being intombed like this. Unable to feel the world around him, using only his optical sights to guide his way.

Most of Apollus' body was missing, burnt or torn of during the explosion. Now however he was fighting fit again, in fact stronger than he had ever been. Unfortunately being revived into the war machine had been traumatic on his mind, making simple task such as speaking or even remembering his brother's faces difficult. Still he felt glad he could continue the fight in the chapter's name.

They emerged from the thick jungle wall into a valley. The contemptor had made quite a mess behind it, snapping and crushing anything unlucky enough to get in the way.
"My lord.... I see... movement ahead" Segari said with a laboured breath. The comms system within the tomb made him sound deeply metallic.
"They are...human, moving in...tactical for--mation"

Nero's squad jumped into the air to look for the movement found by the Dreadnought.
"IT'S THE IMPERIAL ARMY! EMPEROR'S BLOOD THERE'S A LOT OF THEM!" Nero shouted down and him and his squad dove down to the center of the columns. Several lasgun shots dinged into his armor and Cerberus caught a frag missile in the chest. He shook off the explosion and raised his meltagun at the team that had fired.
"Hold fire!" Sedaire barked, his sword crackling and glowing as he waved it in the air. The Imperial Army let up after they realized that they were firing on Space Marines. A fat man bustled forward.
"Oh my lords I'm so verry sorry, so sorry indeed, please forgive the incompe-" His speech was ended by a las bolt through the back of his head.
"Failure is no excuse for cowardice." The grim faced Commisar said, his gun smoking.
"And who might you be, good Commisar?" Cerberus asked, not lowering his melta.
"I am Commisar Dorian Lupus. Born on Cthonia, taken to the Schola and packed into a ship to be dragged out here to this damn death world. Thanks for the excuse to execute tubz, we need a competant leader." Dorian said, his expression unchanged.

"What must I do?" Hectoris asked.
"You.must brand yourself with this." Sacrspite was holding a brass brand, presumably a Mark of Khorne.
"I cannot. The Emperor crafted my body and I shall not abuse his gift."
Scarspite's eyes flickered in annoyance, and set the brand down. "I will do it for you then!"
Hectoris thought for a moment. "If you can disarm me, vdry well." He held out his sword between two fingers, dangling to the ground. The Daemon licked its maw and ripped the sword, a mirror of its own Hellblade, and placed his claw on Hectoris' chest. The misshapen marine screamed as it burnt into his flesh.

As Caldrek flew along, he noticed another one of those massive scorpions was just ahead of the column, which had now been joined by some ragtag Imperial Guardsmen. He cut the power on his Jump Pack, and landed lightly in front of the creature. Caldrek emptied the clip of his Bolter into the scorpion, attracting the attention of the rest of the column. Seeing that the creature was still alive, Caldrek dropped his Bolter and drew his Bolt Pistol. After emptying that clip, and finally killing the beast, another of the creatures turned up.

Being caught with both his guns empty, Caldrek turned to his only remaining option: his Chainsword. Diving forward, drawing the snarling blade, Caldrek slashed across one of the monster's front legs, removing it. The snarl of the bloody Chainsword was drowned out by the roar of the scorpion-thing as Caldrek stabed it where the head should have been. It retaliated by punching it's tail into Caldrek's chest. Caldrek was forced to phase out within the suit of Power Armour to avoid being damaged to the point of irreversible damage. The venom from the monster gushed out of the hole in the armour like blood from a wound.

After seeing Caldrek take the wound that would have slain any Astartes, the rest of the marines that were close opened fire at the beast, reducing it to a cloud of green innards and a foul smell.
"You ok, mate?" asked one of the marines, reloading his bolter.
"I'm fine" replied Caldrek, doing an acceptable impression of a space marine.
The other marine looked amazed that the should-be corpse was still walking and reloading a bolter, but he just walked off shaking his head in disbelief

I heard the explosion from the frag missile.
I prepared for battle and screamed to the captain ''Take cover.'' I deployed my skitarii in a very formidable line of well trained forces with the hyspasists up front with the Sagitarii deployed in back. I zoomed around in my knight and saw a group of guardsmen from where the attack came.
I decided i should try to talk it out with a couple of the utmost valuable praetorians with me i advanced towards the captain. Just before i could speak a las bolt penetrated his head and he dropped dead.
I looked at the commisar with a confused face and ordered him to show me to their highest ranking tech priest without delay.
He said. ''My lord we don't have any mechanicum personnel with us.''
I looked to the man and grabbed him up and looked him straight in the face and said. ''Such incompetance are you saying you let your mechanicum personnel die? I will punish you for that!'' But just before i could sergeant segari walked up to me and said. ''No.....he ..must...be....for..given.'' I withdrawed and walked off with my men deciding i wouldn't be in the presence of such an unworthy person.