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Nemesor Tokarn finished off the Imperial Commissar with one swift stroke, decapitating him. As he did, three Sentinels appeared and began firing Lascannons at him. Tokarn phased out to avoid one of them, and transmitted his position along Caldrek's frequency, hoping he would be heard. Nemesor Tokarn then swung his Warscythe and sent two bolts of lightning through one of the Imperial Walker pilots. A crackling jet sound filled the air momentarily, and Caldrek dropped onto one of the Sentinels, throwing the pilot to the floor. He then fired the Lascannon through the other Sentinel, cutting both of it's legs off. Caldrek dismounted the Sentinel and wrenched the Lascannon from it's mount, testing it's weight.
"Caldrek, what are you going to do with that?" asked the astounded Nemesor Tokarn, finishing off the only remaining Sentinal pilot. In response, Caldrek walked to a squad of Deathmarks and gave it to them.
"Take this, dig yourselves in and do some damage" the Vargard ordered. The Deathmarks disappeared.
"Now, lets hunt some Marines" said Caldrek to Nemesor Tokarn and the surrounding Lychguard.

Nero saw a Necron decapitate Dornian Lupus and flew into a rage. He killed a squad of Deathmarks that were holding a mighty lascannon and some Lychguard, but two fled the scene. He gave the one of them that had killed Lupus a grevious leg wound with a pistol shot and the other just ran on. He eschewed the use of his conventional weapons and grabbed two opposing mag-locks from his backpacks. He pinned the Necron to the ground with the powerful magnetic forces and laid into it with anything he could get his hands on, beatiing it to death only to have it recharge seconds later. His Reavers saw and ran in to help, hacking down with chainswords and a powerfist repeatedly.

Dreph stood up.

"What are you doing, Sergeant?"

Silence.

"Why are you slaughtering our allies?!"

Hectoris turned to the forest.

"WHAT ARE Y-"

Caldrek stormed through the forest, charging into Caecilus.

Hectoris was fully armoured again, having pulled his shoe from the grisly remains of a soldier's torso. He had just buckled his power sword, now ragged and black, the shining blue of perfection long gone, when Dreph Kalar had reached him. Before he could say anything the Necron scum had flown out of the trees and straight in to him, causing him to drop his shield. He rolled, watching the Necron rise out of the ground. Hectoris reached back and picked up a power sword, once possessed by a Commissar. It was shining steel, short bladed, but he wielded it as easily as a man might a dagger. He took a fighting stance, a sword in each hand, the Xenos the same. The Necron struck first, firing the pistols at his head. He bolcked one and dodged the second. He did not strike back. Instead he roared "Coward! Fight with honour! No flight, no guns, no phasing out! A good, hard fight, with blades! Give me that, and I shall let you die with dignity!"

At this point.the Necron hit the ground. He chuckled menacingly, and replied while tKing of his flight equipment "It shall you who shall vapoursie on my blades, swine!"

With this Hectoris lept, swinging a sword in each hand, shining steel and blackened fire. Caldrek parried the first, dodged the second and struck his own assault, stabbing with.one.blade while lashing out with a fist with the other, smashing his faceplate, but it was barely a scratch on Terminator Armour. Hectoris and Caldrek dueled for at least an hour, each strike going back and forth, equally matched, neither side gaining an advantage. Necrons and Astartes clashed on either side of them. Brother Apollus ranged weapons sliced apart hundreds if not thousands of scarab like insects sent towards him, his heavy flamer doing equal. When the first necron Stalker, a Large, spiderlike walker, appeared, Apollus tore it asunder with his fist, before crushing the withheld warriors underfoot.

Hectoris was tiring. How could he not with next to no sleep or food for days. Astartes could go for weeks without the latter, and the former could be postponed, but it did take its toll. The machine did not tire nor eat. Hectoris turned to Sacrspite, pleading, "Help me, take my place, give me your power!".
"You asked for a fair fight. Khorne is.not only Lord of Blood but also of martial respect. He has forbidden me to intervene unless the machine cheats first."
He was on his own. Suddenly, sensing his distraction, Caldrek swung, scoring a cut along his cheek through his helmet. Seeing as it was no protection and only weighed him down, Hectoris activated the emergeancy deactivator. His suit fell away to reveal him, his transformation complete. His skin was spined and the colour of blood, his head sprouting horns and backward jointed legs, talons instead of fingers and toes. He had become the Daemon, he had become Chaos' form. All this he saw reflected in Caldrek's body. It renewed his strength, and he fought like the Daemon he had become, raining a fusilade of blows, three managing to cause Caldrek to drop a sword. His advantage was immediatly nullified by Caldrek kicking the smaller, imperial sword from his hand, before grabbing it from the air. Hectoris' ragged sword, a twin to Sacrspite's Hellblade was outnumbered. The necron smashed blow after blow, sending Hectoris to one knee. He placed his Hellblade lengthwise, blocking a rain of blows. It seemed hopeless.

Then he caught a glint of metal, and saw the Necron sword lying on the ground. He reached with his left hand, gripping the hilt. He lashed out a kick, sending Caldrek to his own knees. He spun a 360, aiming a strike to decapitate the machine. The necron tried to block with the Imperial sword, but Hectoris hit with enough force to shatter the weapon along its length and would've slain Caldrek had he not phased out. A roar instantsly reverbrated his skull. Sacrspite's mind merged with his. It was almost as if they were one. He could feel the pure rage from beyond his being. And then he realised. They were not almost one. He, was one. Scarspite was him and they were the same. With a feral roar They struck, a mighty punch, that just missed Caldrek, instead smashing an enormous tree. Together They were indeed powerful. The tree was knocked over, smashing apart a line of Immortals. As Caldrek, who had gotten both weapons back was about to strike, a scissor attack to Their neck, Scarspite/Hectoris attacked quicker, knocking the Necron to the ground. before Caldrek could react or phase out, the Hellblade,.now truly a Hellblade, was buried hilt deep in his chest. The barbs prevented his movement. Victory. Caldrek stared. "You are no human."
They roared to the heavens, every comabatant now turning to see him in full glory! "We are Scarspite! Herald and Champion of the Blood Go-"
Hectoris looked down to see a long spear portruding from his chest. He turned to see Dreph Kalar standing behind him, guilt and hatred, along with contempt on his face. Scarspite receded, leaving Hectoris dominant to pass out.

With my last strength i turned to Aloysus and said. ''Sergeant...put....me..in....the...knight'' I fell unconcious.

Aloysus rushed Rephosus through the ships corridors until they reached the Apothecarium. Hastily punching in the code that Captain Kalar had given him, he rushed Rephosus inside and placed him on one of the beds. He ran a scanner over the young marine's body. It was not good. The blow had severed his spinal cord, and they would not be able to attach bionics. Aloysus sighed, and turned, picking up a bolt pistol to grant Rephosus the Emperor's Peace. "I am sorry, brother, there is nothing I can do for you. It will be better to end your suffering." he said. ''Sergeant...put....me..in....the...knight'' Rephosus gasped, and passed out. Aloysus though about it. Yes, that would work. He opened the vox "Recover Rephosus's Knight and modify it to hold an amniotic tank." he turned to a legion serf "Prepare a Dreadnought sarcophagus to recieve Brother Rephosus." he ordered.

Ensuring that Rephosus was stable, Marius moved to the back of the Apothecarium. He placed his trusty combi-melta down on a table. "Farewell, old friend." He said "I hope you serve your next owner as well as you served me.". Reaching up he slid his left arm through a Narthecium on the wall, feeling it clamp onto his armour. He locked a holstered bolt pistol to his right hip, opposite his power sword, and clamped his combat knife onto his backpack so it could be drawn over his shoulder. He attached medical vials and bandages to his waist. So armed and armoured he marched from the ship back towards the battle. No longer would he be Sgt Marius Aloysus of the Knights of the Basilisk.

Now he was Apothecary Marius Aloysus, Guardian of the Brotherhood.

Dreph held the crackling glaive in place, blood running down the blade. He twisted it, and threw Hectoris onto the floor.

"You have fallen from the Emperor's light, brother. I ought to end your pathetic husk of a glorious life here and now."

Dreph bent down and picked up Hectoris, slinging him over his shoulders, blood running across the golden ornaments on his armour. He turned on his vox, and began to talk to Aloysus.

"Looks like you have your second casualty, Apothecary."

A surprised Aloysus replied

"Who would that be, sir?"

"Hectoris. As soon as I return he is to be placed in a statis chamber."

Dreph ran onwards through the forest, Hectoris hanging limp over him.

Hectoris awoke. He was still a Daemon, but his mind was his own again. he was in some sort of holding cage.. A mammal was in with him, cowering in the corner. Surprising too, for the beast was massive, at least the size of a Dreadnought. It was grey, leathery skinned and sprouted a huge, curved ivory horn on its head. Hectoris recognised it as a rhinoceros, one of the few creatures to actualy survive all trough these millenia. records said these went back further than the Emperor, asfar as before ther year 1937, possibly more. It was amazing really that one was here. He still clutched his Hellblade. The fools had left it with him. He saw that the hilt had changed, and now resembled the mark emblazeoned on his chest . The power field was gone, but that blade was sharper than Fireblade could ever be. He was naked but for a raged cloth to cover his waist. There were female soldiers still on the ship, as far as he was awarwe, and modesty was a must, if not for his sake, then theirs.
Sacrspite was also aware. He was speaking in the background, apparemntly grovelling, but Hectoris ignored him. He spotted a soldier near the gate, guarding it, watching him. A lasgun was traied on him, the red markerdot on his horned chin. He got up and walked over to the cage door. he looked the man, who was terrified as he only came up to Hectoris' waist, and looked at him. Hectoris had grown enormously over the last few weeks and hours, and now stood a might 13ft as he was now, unarmoured. If he were to put his Tartarus armour on again he would be able to Segari's torso almost. He was monstrously strong, and even without his servos he was certain he could smash apart this gate. He drew back his fist and smashed it hard against the metal. Before he could connect a force field sent bolts of pain through jhis body. He reeled as the soldier took aim. He stepped back and drew his sword. the soldier fired a warning sot that struck his shoulder but did nothing. He sliced at the force field but the blade rebounded and nearly cl;ove his skull in half. The guard openeed fire, losing a few rbursts at him. They barely scrathed his skin, and those that did hurt were quickly repair, fire flowing out, resealing the skin. the guard was joined by 5 servitors sporting heavy weaponry. Plasma Cannons and Reaper Autocannons. The guard put down his lasgun and picked up a plasma pistool and infernus pistol. He was clearly of high rank to own such weapons. hectoris conceded and sat down beside the rhino. Scarspite came.
"I have beseehed my lord."
"QWhat for?"
"The priveledge to ride a brazen beast, the Juggernaut."
Hectopris perked upat this.
"What must I do?"
"Coat this animal in the blood of an enemy, and carve the Mark of Khorne on one shoulkder. A Chaos tar should be carved anywhere on the body."

Hectoris stood and went to the middle of the room. The soldier had sent the servitors and was facing away.
Hectoris spoke. "I wish to speak to Captain Kalar." the soldier ignored him. He shouted it. Still ignored. he roared and waved his arms. the guardmen spun around raising his weapon and deactivated the force field. Apparently sound couldn't go through. hectoris repaeted his uestion.
The reply was "I do not have authorisation to speak to you."
hectoris could have tried deploymacy, bt he was never much of a talker, even less in recent times. He moved with supernatural sopeed, reaching through the bars and tearing the guard through the bars in a flash of gore. The Daemonhost picked up the remote ontrol and resealerd the force field. It was solid adamantium, 1ft thick, with a layer of ceramite, so he wouldn't be able to burn through.
he performed the ritual, carving the symbols into the beast, the screams of pain echoing in his cell, before coating it from horn to toe in the man's blood. the servitors were not even alerted by the man's absence. Presumably they were alerted to the force field activating when he hit it. Once he had done that he asked Scarspite what was next. His answer was the feeling of oneness, that Scarspite wqas fusing their ebings. They watched as Scarspite raised Their calwed hands, one on the chaos star on its shoulder, another on the Khornate brand. The squeels increased tenfold as smoke rose from the brands.

I looked around i was lying in a weird fusing and seperating area. M'gash stood high above me he laughed and said. ''You will belong to me now that you are weakened i will control you!'' He made a dive towards me i managed to roll away and evaded him just in time. He screamed and spew ever changing fire at me. Just before it hit me i felt a sudden rush. Unknowing to me my body was being put into the sarcophagus. I felt my power return and fired a bolt of pure energy at him. It hit on his tail and he crashed. I walked up to him and said. ''Remember you will always be mine!'' As i said that i carved the imperial aquila on one of his shoulders he screamed it out and i said. ''Remember this sign you belong to me and the emperor!''

I woke up i felt different i looked around and saw everything through a weird greenish light. I saw sergeant aloysus now equipped in apothecary armor. I said. ''Sergeant.....You have healed my? I am.....ever grateful'' I said I looked around and saw some cybernetica robots walk towards their holding bay. I called them and i felt them hatch onto me. I began treating them like my pets I turned around and said. ''Where.... is the captain?''

Aloysus oversaw Rephosus' internment into the Knight. He awoke and thanked Aloysus before enquiring after the captain. At that moment the alarm sounded, warning that Hectoris was active and dangerous. Hectoris would not know of it though, so he would not know of Aloysus' arrival. "I must go!" Aloysus told Rephosus, before breaking into a sprint, heading for the cells.

Aloysus stepped into the holding cell with Hectoris. The alarms had sounded moments before and he had arrived as soon as possible. He ignited his power sword and aimed his bolt pistol at Hectoris' head. Hectoris was huge, and his form was twisted and misshapen. "Step away from the creature, Hectoris!" he commanded. Hectoris remained where he was. He turned his head towards Aloysus. "We are Scarspite and Hectoris, brother." the daemonhost growled. "You are no longer any brother of mine." Aloysus replied and charged Hectoris. He parried one claw and stabbed Hectoris with the narthecium, unloading a sedative strong enough to put out even an Astartes for a day into Hectoris. Hectoris-Scarspite struck him a powerful back-handed blow that sent him flying across the cell. He rebounded off the shock barrier which fired its full force into him due to the power at which he hit it and collapsed to the floor, unconcious from the massive electrical discharge.

Caldrek reinitalised to find himself in a cell guarded by a bored looking Imperial with a Meltagun. Caldrek stood up, his wound completely gone, and walked to his cell bars. He looked around, noticing his weapons and Gravity Pack in a pile in the corner. Looking the other way, Caldrek saw the monstrously tall, red lunatic who had stabbed him backhand a white armoured marine across the face. Caldrek looked back at the guard.
"Maybe you should go break up the fight"
The guard whirled around, shocked at who had spoken. He raised his gun at Caldrek.
"Sit down, and shut up" came the brisk reply. Caldrek pointed to his left. The meltagunner followed his hand, and when he gazed upon the daemon about to kill the Apothecary, he ran across to the next cell, deactivated the field and shot the daemon in the chest, knocking it out. The Guardsman then dragged the unconcious Apothecary out of the cell and re-activated the field. The guard then turned, only to see the Necron and it's weaponry gone.

Nero flew through one of the holes in the ship. He saw his brothers fighting. A meltagunner put Hectoris out long enough to drag Marius away, but he rose back up. Nero saw a blow coming that would have felled one of the guards that had come in to calm the rhino and let The First Son take his body. It strode threw the power field like it wasn't there and raised its mace, striking Hectoris to the ground. Scarspite lept up after the blow and launched a series of attacks at Nero. The speed granted to him outclassed Hectoris by a mile, but he couldn't hit with near the same amount of force and wasn't capable of the same endurance. He still hit hard enough to drive Hectoris to his knees and fight a good battle while guards distracted the poor creature in the corner. Sedirae and Cerebus watched the duel incredulously. Hectoris lifted him and slammed him into the wall, driving several claws into his midsection. Nero cursed and spat at the pain and slammed the mace into his deformed face. Hectoris recoiled and Nero smacked him with the haft. Nero dropped to the floor and grabbed his wound. Then he lunged for the knees and toppled the giant Scarspite. Emptying a bolt pistol clip into his legs he made sure that he wouldn't move. A fire jumped up around the legs and he began to heal. Nero was reminded of fighting the Necron and brutally smashed him again and again and again with the mace, impacting with enough force to kill even a regular Space Marine. Nero activated his Terrorsight and put his fist into Scarspite's chest, taking hold of one of his hearts and crushing it. Hectoris howled in pain as the fire rebuilt him. Hectoris whipped out a hand and hit Nero into the roof. Nero thought he heard a snap and felt a small but strong hand grab his collar and drag him out of the ship. But he didn't feel any falling, and when he opened his eyes he was standing in a blue tunnel with massive wood doors cased in blue flame lining the walls. He was standing next to a lithe figure wearing pointed white and orange armor. It sneered at his look of shock.
"You've never seen a White Flame before boy?" It said in a disgusted tone.
"You are Eldar aren't you?" Nero asked, slightly stupefied by his new surroundings.
"The best of the best, I'm a nobleman from the house of the White Flames." It said.
"I take it you are one of the youngest?" Nero asked.
"I am, how did you know?" The nobleman asked.
"I have dealt with nobility quite a bit and its always the young ones with the snobby, pompus, self-important drivel." Nero replied. The nobleman cracked him across the face with a punch that was faster than Nero could ever have imagined.
"Learn respect or pain, your choice. But I still have a use for you, so I won't kill you yet." The nobleman said and turned on his heel, stalking off down the tunnel. Nero rushed after him.
"What do you need me for?" He shouted.
"You will be my protector while I fight my war against the Solar Cults. If you survive, I give you full reign to go home." The Eldar said without breaking stride.
"Well whats your name?" Nero pleaded.
"Call me Yllithan." The Eldar said and opened one of the great doors.

Aloysus turned on the vox.

"Captain.... Hectoris... Daemon..."

"That's all I need to hear."

He ran to the armoury, taking up the hallowed Blade of Lost Souls. This weapon would burn out his very soul, destroying him. But the Daemon must be purged.

He sprinted to the Med Bay. Hectoris was knocked back by a Guardsmen with a melta.

"TURN AROUND! GET THE BLOODY PRISONER!"

Too late. He was decapitated by a green blade.

Dreph barged his way through, discharging the soldier's Melta into the Necron's face, deactivating it temporarily.

He came to Hectoris.

"I have payed the ultimate price to end you. This blade shall burn through you like it burns through my very soul. By Orion, Fulgrim and the Emperor, so shall it be!"

He hefted the mighty sword above his head, bringing it down on Hectoris.

Silence.

Antioch ran into the holding area, he hoisted the apothecary up on his should an carried him to the med bay. He noticed a hull breach, and saw Nero flying through the hole. He jumped and felt the weightlessness of space, but Nero was nowhere to be seen.

Caldrek was walking along the outside of the ship. He had escaped the cell the moment his guard had gone to shoot Hectoris, by phasing out and walking to where his stuff was, the phasing back in altough remaining invisible. He had picked up his weapons and quickly dispatched the handfull of Skitarii with a few well-placed blows. After they had been killed, all Caldrek had to do was decapitate the guard and nick his meltagun. The weapon had made short work of the wall on the cruiser and Caldrek had just jumped out. As the ship was already in orbit, he was firing his Gravity pack in reverse to keep him down on the surface. Fortunately, the pressure had not crushed the Meltagun, so Caldrek could go to the engines, and disable them.

Dreph turned around and attended to Aloysus.

"FOOLISH MORTAL!"

He turned to see Hectoris in midair, blood dripping from his hands, eyes ablaze with light.

"WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD END ME?!"

He cackled manically. Dreph turned to him.

"MY MASTER KHORNE NEEDS BLOOD!"

A great red portal opened up. The ship began to distort around them as a huge menacing steed came through it, bigger than a Dreadnought, coated in ichor and skulls.

"FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

He mounted on the Dreadnought. Dreph grabbed Aloysus and ran.

Hectoris/Sacrspite waited untill Kalar had nearly reached the end of the corridor, Aloysus over his shoulder. They turned towards the Juggernaut, the beast he had sacrifised, reincarnated in brazen brass, its head higher up than Thery, its shoulders the height of a Dreadnought. Its bras-shod hooves pounded the ground in anticipation. Its horn, now bladed, scraped the floor, as if it needed sharpening. As Kalar turned the corner, They mounted the beast, taking the black chain wrapped around its neck, standing upon its waist, Hellblade in talon. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! sKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" the roared echoed throughout the ship. Several humans armed with plasma weaponry and autocannon emplacements and weaponised servitors arranged themselves in firing lines at the end of the corridor. The servitors would motionless, but the men were frightened to death. The Daemonhost noticed a slightly dark patch around a gunner's groin, and the stench of urine caught his attention. He roared aain and several men abandoned their position, including the man who has pissed himself. The roar was a sinal. With deliberate slowness, the Juggernaut lift its forehoof from the ground, and took a step, the impact shaking several weapons porrpoed up to fall. Then another. Then two more. The Juggernaut gathered speed, and broke into a run. The humans abandoned faith altogether and fled, but the emotionless servitors opedned fire, plasma bolts and las-blasts ricocheting off the beast's brazen armour plates. The Juggernaut was rather slow for a mount, but the sheer bulk and impact made it just as deadly. It's horned carved a servitor in half, another crushed between the wall and it's shin. The servitors were destroyed without breaking stride, and as the Juggernaut turned the corner it crashed into the wall, leaving a gaping hole. Servitor debris fled out into space before the systems could lock it down. He saw Kalar at the end, still looking back across the wave of fleeing people. Scarspite grinned as the Juggernaut began another run. Soldiers sprinted for their lives, but they were no match for the brazen creature. One man fell, and was crushed by metal hoof, his torso and head completely liquified. Men screamed as the crushed smashed apart, flattened and one was even eaten whole by the animal. Scarspite swung his blade in a flaming arc, decapitating three men at once, before reaching his claw down to grab another by the skull. He loked the man straight in the eye. He laughed maniacally, and plunged his talon into the man's stomach. His neck imploded as Scarspite ripped his head and spine through the openning.

Kalar stood motionless at the end of the corridor. Two figures, cloaked in white, stood beside him. One was taller than Scarspite, though not by much, and much wider, though still quite slim. The other was human sized. The Juggernaut roared pure hatred and fury and barreled down the long corridor towards them. When they were about one hundreed meters aay the cloaked huiman lifted his hands, and the enormous form of Apollus, the Dreadnought, stod between them and Their quarry. Scarspite lept as the two titans clashed, leaping over the sarcophaus, horns scratching the ceiling. The Daemonhost hit the ground runnin, hurtling down the pasage at the figures. His master's patronage safeguarded him against psykers. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, a palid fist in his minds eye. He realised the large figure had falcon punched him, sending him to his spined back. he rose, roaring, his sword tracing sparks across the flooring, his rage hot enough to leaving glowing, molten footprints on the adamantium. He swung his sword, confident the man would die. A blade with the fire to match his own parried his own, and the Primarch of the Emperor's children threw off his concealment, fully adorned in his purple battle armour, the gold Aqila across his chest rippling with the firey collision of the two weapons. When he spoke, the Hectoris part of Them could feel ancient an unforivable rivalries between tow gods raging, as if the Dark Gods themselves were battling. The Daemonhost lept back, his purple, forked tongue lashing out as he hissed. Fulgrim roared as he swung, jut about parried by the Daemonhost, and the other cloaked figure threw off his cloak, his hands raised. Scarspite dropped to his knees as his ears seemed to implode, sound destroying his nerves, blinded by light only he could see. He heard Fulgrim shout "Malcador, destroy him!"
Then the pain stopped. He was in the Reclusium, bound by iron chains that burned his flesh. the unmistakable smell of salt perfumated the air and Scarspite/Hectoris caught a glance of silver. The assorted marines were gathered, weapons raised, Fulgrim clutching both the Fireblade and Their Hellblade, both aimed at his chest. Confessor Jerimiah and Malcador, stood to one side, pouring a liqid over a silver knife,. They could see the salt clinging to it. Malcador strode over. "Everyone leave, " he ordered. Enchantment hung on his every word, and the Daemonhost growled at the sound. No one m,oved. "Everyone, OUT!" he shouted. Everyone left bar the confessor and Fulgrim, and Kalar, who was standing in the rear. "Everyone, Fulgrim." Fulgrim glared at this challenge to his power, but conceded and left, taking the Captain with him.

Malcador took the knife and stood next to the prisoner. He asked his first question. "What is your name Daemon, the one who possesses Hectoris?"
They growled his reply, "We are Scarspite, Herald and Champion of Khorne, Lord of Battles, God of Blood and Skulls!" He roared his patron's name, which turned to howls of agony as the Sigilite plunged the knife, coated in Holy Water and salt, a Daemon's anathame, into his stomach.
"I ask again, what is your name Daemon?"
"We are Scarspite and Caeclius Hectoris! We are two beings in one body, but posse-AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYIIIIIAAAAAAA!" The psyker stabbed again, deeper this time, with more pain.
"I ask again, what is your name! Your true name this time!"
They growled load enough for a chalice of water, full to the birm, to spill over. He strained and struggled at his bonds, trying to tear free, but to no avail. Malcador nodded. "I see." He struck again, this time in the chest.

I woke up because of the tons of explosions.
I saw soldiers running away. I heard a strange roar. I walked out of the med-bay and saw it. It was a huge brass creature it came to about 3 quarters of my hight it was eating one of the soldiers when it saw me. He released a terrifying roar i didn't move an inch and when he noticed i wouldn't be scared off he launched his attack. It was a slow but very strong charge but only thing is. He never knew about the void shields. Just before the Juggernaut collided with me the void shields sprung to live and blasted him away. This time i prepared to counter charge and before he got up.
I was already charging with my power lance held up high. He was surprisingly agile for his size and i only managed to disable one of his legs. Just before i got away he hit me with his horn right in the torso and i felt his strength. I decided i should move towards ranged combat and made some distance from him. I aimed my plasma annihilator at him awaiting his charge.
It was a very aggressive charge it felt like he gathered all his strength into this last attack. With a bestial roar that would even scare a marine he charged at me. Just before we clashed i fired the annihilator. His head was transformed into a heap of molten liquid and he just fell to the ground.
I walked up to him and said. ''Get the hell of my ship!'' And with that i kicked him into one of the openings he created.
I opened my vox and made contact with captain dreph. ''Captain i have neutralized the Juggernaut where do you need me?'' I said while i walked around assessing the damage done. I realized that to contain the situation i should move up to the next stage of control. I walked towards the room where the machine spirit was hold. I realized that what i was doing was very dangerous and i would have to fight 2 very powerful entities to succeed.

"The fight never ends in the dark city my boy, but it is not the type of fight you are used to. It is a war of assassins and trickery. No Space Marine could fight fully in this war, barring those of the Alpha Legion or Raven Guard, but you make such excellent body guards. So today you begin training as a counter-assassin. You must constantly employ your enhanced senses to notice attackers coming from any angle. Especially the wayward 'Kabal' of the slave boy Vect. He thinks to lead a revolution against the Noble Houses. But we will crush him like the rest, despite his support from the lesser houses. The White Flames will rule forever!" Yllithan said as they walked through bustling side streets.
"Why don't you all have Space Marines then? Hell why haven't any of you stolen the Emperor?" Nero asked.
"Because to bring any psyker here is dangerous, so to bring the most powerful one to ever live would be suicide." Yllithan explained.
"Well I'm a psyker, why aren't I a danger?" Nero asked.
"Because your power, the Terrorsight, is not drawn from the Warp like all others, it is drawn from the power inside of you." Yllithan explained, coming to a halt next to a shop that bore a strange seal and said Coven Wares, for all your fleshcrafting needs. Yllithan led them inside and Nero was shocked to see lengths of skin hanging on racks, organs floating loosely in jars, some human, some... other. A hunched gaunt Eldar came swooping out of the back rooms, he appeared spider-like due to his four sets of arms and quadrupedal legs.
"Why have you brought this boy? Is he for training, or selling?" The spider asked in a thick accent that belonged to the near eastern countries of Terra.
"I want you to train him. Make him bigger, tougher, and stronger. I will leave you to your work." Yllithan said, turning on his heel and marching out of the shop.
"Come with Master Aemon, you will get your training." The spider said and scuttled into the back rooms, Nero close at his heels

Antioch jumped back down and ran to the armory down the hall from the breach in the hull. He demagnetized his backpack and secured the jet pack on his body, then went back, and flew through the breach. He came up and saw Caldrek, walking on the side of the ship, he hurtled toward him, Caldrek raised the Meltagun in his direction, and he spiraled out of the way. Drawing his blade he flew in and snapped the weapon in twain. Caldrek's deadly combat weapon appeared in his own hand, but Antioch had no fear. He could match Dreph or Hectoris in skill, one on one, however, the formidable armour they both possessed, as well as the strength of Hectoris, and Dreph's mind, which was at least as powerful as Antioch's own. He had no reason to fear this metal man, he could match him. They moved, the flurry of the blows impressive, especially in the vacuum of space. All of their hits glanced off, space gave them no ability to use gravity or weight to their advantage. "Rephosus, I need a little help here", He said into the vox. As he spoke, another breach appeared, and Hectoris's brazen steed flew out of it.

Dreph gathered up Aloysus.

"Are you alright, Apothecary?"

He went to put him in his room, but buckled over in pain, a searing sensation coming from deep within. The Blade of Lost Souls had begun to harvest on him.

He staggered up, but his resistance was weakened. The creatures of the Warp drew close.

Hectoris screeched.

The constant pain enthralled him, clouding his mind.

I was walking towards the machine spirit holding bay when i heard sergeant antioch vox. ''Reph i need some help.''
I picked up the pace and arived in the holding bay. I walked towards the giant machine where the machine spirit was resting and hooked myself to it.
I felt a huge shock and i fell in a trance i had to fight the machine spirit.
The machine spirit manifested as a titan and he said. ''Who dares disturb me?!'' I shouted. ''Me rephosus of the brotherhood of orion. I will control you and the ship and you will bow down to me!'' My powers began to work fully and he fell to a knee and said. '' My lord i will bow down to you your power is supreme.' And with that i took complete control of the ship. The first thing to do was help sergeant antioch. I made a couple of machine arms appear and began restraining caldrek. I opened the ships speakers and said. ''All ship members i have taken control .i advice the marines deploy to support sergeant antioch as soon as possible.''

Aloysus climbed to his feet. "I've had worse, Captain. What about you, are you injured?" He asked, checking the captain for injuries.

The arms came down to restrain Caldrek, but he phased through them and charged at Antioch. He jetted backwards, and then sent himself spiraling toward Caldrek, blade out, hoping to impale the robot.

Caldrek ducked under the blade and swiped upward, removing the marine's jetpack, and grabbed him, using his gravity pack to slam them both off the side of the ship, hard. Caldrek then phased through the wall, marooning Antioch outside the cruiser without the means to move.

Caldrek ran down one of the coridoors, hoping to find the engine room and disable the engines, and came face to face with a pink thing with claws standing in front of a shimmering haze. Caldrek tilted his head slightly to the left, analysing these new creatures, assessing them for possible dangers. The creature was unmistakably female, and was clearly supposed to be seducing male soldiers. Caldrek knew that before biotransferrance, their lack of clothing may have meant something to him, but no longer. The woman walked up to him and began walking around him, running one of her claws over him. Caldrek figured she was just trying to figure out what he was, just as he was trying to figure out what she was.

At that moment, a sword erupted from Caldrek's chest, glowing red. Caldrek recognised it as one of the ones that the daemon-hectoris had stabbed him with down on Catachan. The penny dropped, he was looking at a Daemonette. Phasing out, and taking the sword with him, Caldrek moved to behind the deamonette and wrenched the sword from his back, finding it to be a Hellblade. Caldrek impaled the Daemonette, just as the Bloodletter had impaled him, and phased back in. The Bloodletter charged at Caldrek. Caldrek kicked the Daemonette off the end of his new sword, distracting the Bloodletter momentarily, and drew one of his pistols. One shot, and the red Demon fell, dead. Caldrek continued on his search for the engine room, Hellblade in one hand, pistol in the other.

Nero had been rebuilt. The flesh-crafter had made him thicker and his skin denser. His bones had been reinforced with extra ceramite and he was unbelievably tough. He could easily shoulder wounds that would kill other marines and his senses had been updated to focus in the darkness of the Eternal City. He could also move as fast as any of the Eldar, with the exception of the dread wyches. Aemon was training him now, swinging razor-edged blades while Nero ducked and swayed. Meanwhile, back in the materium, Sedirae was making preperations to leave, he had lost contact with Nero and nothing else was holding him with the Children. He went and joined the Warmaster on Davin, and later word came that Horus was gravely injured in the fighting.

"I am fine, Aloy-"

Dreph doubled over in agony, the blade tearing out his very soul as it tears through bone and flesh.

He fumbled about, gasping for air.

Aloysus hesitated for a moment, then turned him over and began to treat him.

"Stay with me, sir!"

At that moment Caldrek burst around the corner, leaping over the marines before another Daemon followed after him.

Aloysus looked the Captain over, but he could see no signs of any injuries. He had to get him to the Apothecarium. At that moment a Necron had rounded the corner and vaulted the marines, followed by a daemon. Rising, he drew his bolt pistol and slung the Captain over his shoulder.He took aim and fired a shot at the daemon, destroying its head and causing it to dematerialise. He turned and shot at the Necron, breaking its leg and causing it to fall. "Rephosus!" he shouted into the vox "Activate the magnets in hallway 09-30, Section C." There was an electrical whirring, and the electromagnets started, clamping the Necron to the floor, so that i t could not rise. "There's a present for you there, Rephosus. Your Necron friend!" he chuckled. The laugh faded in his throat as a horde of monstrosities burst round the corner. Firing a burst into them Aloysus took off down a side corridor, still carrying the Captain, headed for the psychically warded Apothecarium.

caldrek mended his leg without a thought. Then he phased out, heading for where the screams of Hectoris-Daemon were coming from. caldrek happened to have a Tesseract Labyrinth on him, so the once-proud astartes will be going into the device.

When Caldrek arrived, still phased out, the chaplain was finishing the interrogation. One final scream of difiant rage saw the chaplian's blade sink deep into the Terminator-Daemon's side. All to soon the Damonic growths all over the astartes' body started reversing themselves, and a fine red dust seemed to float out of hectoris. The dust grouped together and solidified into Scarspite, who roared at the Chaplian and began charging at him. Caldrek reacted with a practiced timing, drawing the small knife that was his Tessseract Labyrinth. He threw it across the room, where it embedded up to the hilt in Scarspite's back. The Daemon seemed to implode around the puncture wound as it was drawn into the device. Caldrek walked to where the Labyrinth was on the floor, picked it up & sheathed it, then phased in. Hectoris sat up, still wounded and opened his mouth to warn the Chaplain of who Caldrek was, but Caldrek punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. The chaplain ran from the room.