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Adric was mad he was forced to get out of his tent and into the fray.
The battle was progressing neutral. and he had already lost 2 predators and one of his land raiders.
He was commanding the reaver of machines at the head. The lascannons where destroying another vanquisher when a concentrated shot from 2 vanquishers immobilized him. His screams where heard everywhere as his anger mingled with his power and he surged over the battlefield, he was rushing towards the Second cohort command tank after jumping out of his land raider. His anger was unmatched he ripped a chimera in half with his servo arms as he continued his charge. He saw a line of stormtroopers block him but it was futile with a simple flick of a switch his twin plasma guns began exterminating them.
He reached the vanquisher and jumped on it. He saw the commander of the armored force standing out in a duel stance Adric walked towards him accepting the duel.
He began with his power sabre he slashed at my neck but Adric parried his slash with his power axe. He returned the hit with trying to grab his legs with his servo arms but the tank commander dodged them. they where exchanging hits when Adric noticed the enemy was being tired out.
He used it to his advantage and kicked him in his shin. He fell on the ground Adric held him up and after shoving a melta charge in him he threw him towards one of the executioners who blew up with a spectacular plasma and melta explosion.
Adric jumped inside the tank and with screams of terror massacred the crew. In Adric's anger his powers where fully activated and he fused with the vanquishers machine spirit. They became a one true being as they concentrated fire on the remaining vanquishers with one shot in the rear armor one of them exploded in a fiery blaze.
The rebels kept fighting on with fiery zeal And he could see his beloved reaver of the machines blow up in flames.
Their screams still didn't stop and the vanquisher was out of control. Their pure anger was being led through as They tank shocked one of the last chimeras.
They screamed and roared and kept firing the vanquisher into the direction of the enemies. Adric would need a true friend to calm him down otherwise his rampage would continue forever.
One of the exterminators hit him on his front armour and the las cannon was melted of. The battle continued his rage going he knew he would turn on his brothers if this continued.

Near the governor's fortified mansion, me gathered to begin the speech, Sahaal wanted Lucius in place before continuing, but he made his way to the armour complex, finding a Chimera land transport, he moved quietly into the armoury, picking up all the Krak grenades he could find. As he finished throwing the last crate into the hold, he turned and saw two men pointing their weapons at him. The first one, and older middle age man with brown hair, spoke. "Back away from that vehicle, you damned Ast-"
His sentence never finished, as the claw from Sahaal's arm pierced his lungs and blood chocked him. He fell in a heap as the captain removed him from his claw, as he looked over, he laughed. The younger man, probably about 17, maybe related to the older, had fallen on the floor. He scrambled to retrieved his weapon but Sahaal stomped it in two pieces.
"Boy" He spoke
"I can make your death easier for you, but you must listen to me, if you disobey I will find you."
The young man shuddered, his eyes wide, obviously listening to what the towering figure had to say.
"I need you to do something for me".

Lucius hid behind a rocky outcrop. Only now when he stopped and focused did the pain return. He clipped a picture onto the memory stub integrated into his army. The tanks rumbled past him, blind to the marine's presence.

He slid past the outcrop, making it a few feet before he collapsed in pain.

"ONE'S HERE! HERE!"

A Commander had spotted him, and now had him under the searchlight. Lucius rolled out of the way of the Lascannon fire, jumping up and sprinting again, holding his side intact with one hand whilst firing his Bolt Pistol with the opposite. The earth left the area under his feet. He was tossed forwards. He crawled onwards, his aim still remaining true. He tried his vox again, but it was jammed. He was alone. He blasted more. No response.

And then he found a weak spot. Boom.

Shrapnel hurled itself from the central Tank, a lucky Bolt Shell breaking through the visor, ricocheting inside before hitting the ammunition dumps. The pieces of hot slag tore through the other tank's sides, ripping them open like a parcel. Fire flew from the vehicles. The remains of crew members were dripped over the wreckage, ichor still moving, bodies still moving and twitching. White hot ashes fell like snow. It began to rain, the water saturating the parched desert soil.

Lucius looked onwards. He saw what seemed to be a horrific human, not unlike the beast in his nightmare. A single purple blur against the inferno.

After many hour, he had finally managed to reach the walls of the city. He was wearing the linens of one of the soldiers over his carapace armour. Before the guard could react to the threat, it was too late. His silver blade was bloodied again. He walked through the gate, taking a Bolter from the arsenal. He was in his domain.

Terror incarnate.

Sahaal opened another vox to Lucius, he had been quiet, but he was critical to the plan Sahaal had. The vox chatter had made it clear that his men were being butchered by heavy armour, he must make his move fast.
"Lucius!" He spat,
"Do you read me? We have only a short time, maybe an hour before this speech, I need you here faster, I require your skillset, get to those coordinates, hijack a vehicle to get here in time if necessary. Sahaal out"

Leonidus grasps the sergeant by the neck, lifting the struggling man off his feet. Those in his two squads who still remained were on their knees in a line, hands behind their head, their disembowled comrades spread at their feet. Without a word, the blood-covered apothecary plunges his free hand into the choking man's chest, his brittle ribs shattering easily fro the impact. After several seconds of rooting around, he grasps hold of the rebel's heart, and crushes. The last sight the sergeant sees is the pulped remains of his heart ripped free from his chest cavity, and casualy thrown aside.

Tossing the bloodied ragdoll to the ground, the apothecary turns to the cowering wretches and through his voice grill, adresses them;

"Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. Now at last do you see the concequences of your actions, the price of betrayal? I have no mercy for you scum, if I had come across you earlier, I might have let you run but now after all that has happened I will enjoy seeing you slaughtered."

Turning to his six remaining guard, he shouts out'

"Kill every last one of them. skin and disembowl them, and bedeck your armour with their skin and guts."

Opening the vox channels, he says calmly,

"Come in. Is anyone still there?"

Krieg had been repaired, rebuilt, augmented and generally sewn back together more times than he cared to remember. He was a walking testimonial to the skills of Chief Apothecary Leonidus. Varan on the other hand, was only a whelp. A boy by Astratus standards. His first battle scar will be his last. Krieg knew this even before they reached visual distance from the front. The Night lords were in disarray, with no leader each squad went on their own aggenda, killing and maiming without any thought of the main objective, or their own safety. Hundreds of foes were cut down, but each brother who fell was worth ten thousand of the foes lives. Tiny knots of Nightlords were surrounded in the counter attack, huge, lumbering tanks rained fire and death on freind and foe.


Krieg smashed nearby console, sparks flew and sirens blared in protest. "That fool Sahaal will pay! By my hand or otherwise!" Krieg was cut off by an incoming vox message.



"KRRRGHome in. Is anyone stiTTTCCCHHHHthere?"

It was Apothecary Leonidus's vox.

"Servitor, find the location of Leonidus. NOW!"

"Path detail:
Origin: Chief Apothecary Leonidus
Origin date: 153.34.M29
Origin Location: Torayo, Val Meer Wastes Sub 98168
Recieved: Torayo, Val Meer Wastes Sub 98172
Recieved date: 153.34.M29" droned a nearby gun servitors comm unit.

"Patch me through! Priority Alpha"

"Brother Leonidus, The Haggard Cricle stand ready aboard Nights Terror. What are your orders?"

"Ah good, Krieg we are in dire need of reinforcements here, sent any troops you can spare to reinorce the front line. Move any artilery units into the second trench, I currently have five devastators there. Any assistance at the moment would be most apriciated."

With that Leonidus turns, hearing the screams of dozens of traitors. On the hillside is a Leman Russ vanquisher, its weapons systems frenziedly shooting down traitors left and right. Was that Adric? The apothecary moves towards the ehicl, first at a fast walk and then a bounding sprint. By the Emperor it was him. He must had used his powers to possess one of the enemies' tanks, an ability Leonidus had never fully understood. Drawing close he barks out the words;

"Brother Adric, ceace this at once. You are killing good astartes, your allies and friends. You are a marine, an Angel of death, you have the strength to control this, and you know that. Stop this pointless rampage."

Sahaal voxed in to Leodinas, speaking in an urgent tone, "Give me coordinates of the enemy armored forces, I have a Storm Bird enroute.

"Enemy armoured forces at subsectors 98157 and 98187. My thanks for the assist."

Leonidus says into the Vox channel, still extremely cautious of the oncoming Vanquisher.

The screams from leonidas where slowly beginning to come through and luckily just in time.
Just at that moment the baneblade opened fire on the lilith as it was called.
Adric moved at full speed and they avoided it. With a counter shot he destroyed one heavy bolter but the larger demolisher cannon began firing. The blast came next to the tank and i was blasted aside. The tank was stunned and needed a while to start up again. Adric opened up the smoke launchers and awaited.

On the other side aria was leading the land speeders for a rather good success. They where hunting one of the chimeras with multi meltas and killed the infantry with heavy bolters. One of them had missile launchers installed and barraged the area taking down a dismounted infantry squad.
One of the land speeders was shot down and came crashing down. It hit the baneblade but he shrugged the hit off like it was nothing. Another land speeder was moving too low and a melta armed guardsman melted the astartes inside.
Aria fired 2 hellstrike missiles and immobilised a Leman russ, he knew they would need more help soon otherwise this wouldn't go good.

The remainders of the armored spearhead where dueling with the remainders of the second cohort. One of the destructor patterns was trying to outflank a vanquisher but it got immobilized. It was a ruse all along as a plasma armed predator came around and hit the vulnerable rear armor and its weapon systems overheated resulting in a explosion.
The land raider met the baneblade head on and was exchanging fire with it. The baneblade shot off the heavy bolters of the land raider while the demolisher cannon was shot out of commission. A chimera moved at full speed towards the land raider but was destroyed by a land speeder before he could reach the land raider. But the soldiers where still alive and they rushed towards the land raider. One of them threw a melta grenade at it. He was wrecked but the explosion immolated the surrounding area and burned the vets to a crisp.
I ordered all forces to pop their smoke and prepare a carefully laid out plan.

Out of the clouds above the battlefield burst one of the 2 Storm Birds of the War Shades. Its Lascannons opened up on the tanks, wrecking a Russ and Chimera immediately. The pilot voxed in "This is The Wraith, we have begun our attack, commencing bombing run..

It began a bombing run, and dropped ordinance on a line of Chimeras. in front of it, however, the maneuver was to risky, and the enemy was well prepared. The remaining tanks in the command unit trained their main guns and Lascannons on the massive dropship coming in.

"Sir, we are taking heavy damage, if that Baneblade gets a bead on us we are done for..

"Pull out to a safe distance, thank you for your assistance brother".

One of Lazevar's men spent five minute sorting out the butchered computer network, which had once been a well-maintained imperial defence grid. It seems the dead machine priest had made some rather bastardised and troublesome modifications. Nonetheless, the marine soon had the system at his beck and call.
"Can you break through the other station's jamming signal?" Lazevar asked.
"I think so sergeant.. just got to.. create a new signal to cancel it out and.. that's got it. Transmissions are now clear." The marine responded.
"Excellent. Immediately broadcast an encoded priority message warning our forces about the mined sections of the city."
A pause as the marine carried out his orders. "It is done."
"Good work. Lets see if we can't use this place to our advantage, eh?" The sergeant ventured, glancing at Kalvae and Navren. The two younger marines shared a look, then shrugged.
"What did you have in mind?" Navren inquired.
"Let me tell you about a similar trick we pulled eighty-nine years ago, on a backwater world called Orvan's Rock..."


Captain Tyberius Maximillian Rex's expert hands moved over the readout in front of him. A land raider was firing away at them whilst predator battle tanks attempted to flank them. Carefully sighting the troop bay doors, he grinned maliciously as he pulled back on the massive trigger and the resounding whumph as the main cannon fired a massive shell directly into the front of the land raider. The shell penetrated the weaker area of armour and detonated inside, the land raider exploding in a terrific fireball, claiming a land speeder that was passing overheaad raining shrapnel on all those infantry foolish enough to be nearby.
"Score!" He bellowed, though his joy was drowned out by the chaos of battle. He looked at the tactical display, seeing Eagle Eye and Hunter at Dusk tracking a predator with an unusual plasma configuration. They both fired, their vanquisher cannon's special AT shells tearing the vehicle apart.
"Excellent.. the battle is almost ours! Press on to victory, annihilators!" He shouted across the comms to his remaining vehicles. It had been a bloody fight, and the 1st and 2nd cohorts were ruins - only one or two vehicles from each having survived. But his cohort - the command cohort, was practically unscathed. They would roll over the enemy, just a few predators, one of which was immobilised and the final land raider, which had smoking ruins where its tracks should've been, great holes torn in the side of it. Admirably, the wounded tank was still firing away with one lascannon. A shot from it impacted on the side of the Dirge, taking off one of its sponsons. He cursed. Though, no matter. They could not stand before his armoured might. He would crush what remained of their battered tank formation then destroy their infantry.
"Dirge of Annihilation, this is command, do you copy? Over." The long range comms. He checked the sender: it was the forward command station alright.
"What happened to you over there? We lost contact with you after the order to mobilise was given," he rambled.
"Technical problem. It has been resolved. You have new deployment orders, captain. Disengage, I repeat, disengage!"
"But command.. we are on the verge of victory! We can crush them now!"
There was a pause. Then command replied. "Negative Dirge. They have heavy support en route, via stealth drop ships. Our long range sensors reveal at least five heavy units and seven support vehicles. Pull out now or they will be on top of you!"
Captain Tyberius's moustache twitched. "Dammit!" He spat, punching the interior of the vehicle. Victory had been in his grasp! And now it was robbed of him.
"Very well command, orders acknowledged."


Armoury Sergeant Tarvurk had just been about to give the order to abandon his immobilised and scarred predator when the unimaginable happened. The baneblade turned and thundered away from the city, its escorts scurrying after it. One of the retreating tanks was hit in its rear armour by a lascannon blast from the battered land raider not too far away. It went up in a great explosion as its ammunition detonated. Clambering out of the top hatch, he raised his fist in the air.
"Gutless dogs! Run where you like, we will find you. You cannot hide from the night and you cannot escape death!" He called. Despite his brave words, Tarvurk knew they had lost that fight. Why did they retreat? It mattered not. Whatever the reason, he was glad. Their vehicle pool was depleted, most of it destroyed and what was left was barely serviceable without heavy repairs.
Meanwhile in the trenches, the remaining guardsmen broke. What great reserves of courage they had summoned in the presence of their tanks now left them along with the fleeing vehicles speeding away into the distance. They were routed, running in all directions, disorganised and terrified. But there was nowhere to go. Within half an hour, the remainder of the men defending the third trench near the gate had all been either cut down where they stood, send bloodied and beaten to their allies further down the trenches to spread word of the Night terrors, unbeatable; invincible.

Or worse. Many were taken by the apothecary. What fate awaited them none could truly say.. all that was certain was that they would beg for a swift death that would never come.

Acharias watched from the distance as the battle raged on. Happy it was going so well. He opened up a vox channel to Sahaal, " Captain, where are you? I am making my way into the city, just have to find a way in." Acharias flew around until he saw a hole in the ground. He landed and looked inside, the gate had been slashed open. He said, " Well either my brothers or something else. I'll take the chance." With that Acharias dashed into the tunnel, flying through the muck of the sewer. But a noise ahead stopped him. He stopped and stood still, listening, listening for the noise. He heard it, the heavy splashing of feet in water, about a mile ahead, other battle brothers. With that he took off, speaking into his vox, " To any marines in the tunnel from the third trenchline, This is Brother Acharias and I am coming to join you. I'll shall be with you momentarally." Acharias kept going, closing in on his battle brothers.

Einer held up a closed fist to those behind him, the universal combat sign for stop. he spoke quietly into the vox.
"This is the Talons of Dusk, Sergeant Einer reporting. What is your position Archarius?"
"I have just entered the tunnel. I hear footsteps about a mile ahead. am coming to you."
"That's impossible Brother, check your headgear. Not only are we not moving, but we are at least 4 klicks on in, and through many twists and turns. we etimate to be about a klick outside the capital."
The was a slight pause.
"Einer, I have checked. Sonic triangulators say you are about 500metres ahead and tothe right.

Einer was about to reply. as he did, a pair of tiny, burning red eyes sparked in the gloom.
Damn bats, he thought. he barely had time to register the snarling boar, bigger than a space marine, charging full pelt towards them, many dozens of smaller, apelike creatures in its wake.
"Brother Archarius, we are not alone down here, I repeat, we are not alone!"

Adric's screams where beginning to die out.
He crawled out of the tank and fell on the ground unconscious blood all over my body.

He couldn't muster the strength to go on all he could do was shield himself until help arrived. He was disappointed i didn't do a damned thing. I hadn't helped it was everyone else who routed the enemies. All i could do was lose tanks and get knocked out, i couldn't even damage the baneblade with a heavy heart i fell unconscious.

Leonidus could just see the badly bleeding Brother Adric passing out. Walking slowly over to him he sheaves his power sword, fresh with the blood of traitors, and picks him up by the shoulder, slinging one of the uncontious marine's arms over his shoulder and begins the long trudge back to the remains of the camp to heal, rebuild and repair what and who he could. He could see his guard following to the left, each astartes dragging along behind him one or two bound rebels. The attack was over, but they were vulnerable. They all had to be on guard.

Acharias went silent when he heard this news. A splash was heard and Acharias raised his arm, his wrist mounted bolter ready to fire. He drew his power sword, lighting up the room with it's flickering lightning. Acharias walked forward ready for anything. He hit a four way intersection and stopped, the faint sound of yelling and gunfire ahead. Now the splashing noise wase comeing from each tunnel, getting louder and louder. Then he saw them, the red piercing eyes, much like his own eyes, except these were larger than his, infact the creature looked larger than he was. But this is what Acharias had wanted the entire fight, a worthy opponet. One with matched size and strength, he had it. Not the puny rebels up top, no they were too easy, this was a creature of might. He sheathed his sword, his preferred weapon. He wanted to fight hand to hand claw to claw. He slid his lightning claws out of their housing, spread his legs and arms out, going into a crouch and howled at the creature. The creature charged at him, followed by smaller creatures. Acharias ran at the creature, full speed, and as he closed in he powered his jump pack into flight straight at the creature, and they collided.

Krieg stared at the still, broken body of Forge Father Adric with contempt. Adric turned on his brothers, with blind fury he vaporised freind and foe. He was more animal than marine. Unworthy of any position within their ranks, yet alone a seat on the council of war. Krieg grabbed his collar with his heavy gauntlet and shoved his barely conscious body against the side of a wrecked tank, his heavy form denting its thick armour plating

"Can you hear me, wretch? I know you can. Do you know what you have done? You shall pay for your sins against our chapter, you shall dream of a quick release from your mortal coil,but not today "

Krieg dropped the non-responding Adric to the ground, turned on his heels and left. He WILL pay, repeated Krieg. that fool Sahaal and the traitor Adric, they shall both pay.

Casulties were high and they gained nothing. Brothers bled and died due to the mistakes and shortcomings of the arrogence of our legions leaders. Kriegs vision began to blur, grabbing hold of a nearby trench wall for support. His ears began to ring, and he could taste blood on his lips.

The ignorant worship your great Belial, your fish-tailed Dragon,
He rises to such heights on the blood of your brothers,
With fire and smoke he stretches out his arm and fetters the dead to the truly living.
In his heart there is hatred -- secret hatred:
there is disgust -- unspoken disgust:
there is treachery -- deep, deadly family treachery:
all declines and degenerates under his sceptre.
Your god is a masked Death.”

Krieg stumbled, almost falling into a puddle of blood and sinew. Brother Constanze steadied him.

"Brother Sergeant, fear not, your visions are a gift from the genes of our father. You are truly blessed"


Krieg shrugged him off and steadied himself.

"There is work still to do, brother. We still stand in the shadow of the city. It has been the death of many of our brothers. And I fear many more may die yet"

Lucius agreed.

"Lead me to the traitor."

He raised his Bolter, alert for any signs of movement. The streets were remarkably quiet, and the faint fanfare of a parade could be heard throbbing in the heart of the city. Lucius barged his way into a building that oversaw the main square.

Horror awaited him.

The women of the city were chained together, stripped of their clothes, being kept as slaves that had to give away their flesh to sustain themselves. The enemy were marching the women along, playing a huge complex ballad through the intergrated speakers of their masks. They tortured and molested innocent people who had been found on the wrong end of the sword. And in his great gold and purple gown sat the Governor. His body had been twisted and mutilated by the arcane powers that were controlling him. On his throne was a massive banner, with the same icon that was on the hull of the Leman Russes.

The governor stood up to address his troops. "I know we have lost many men to the Night Lords Astartes today. We are better than them. If you want to explore the pleasures of the galaxy, you will stick with us! For Slaanesh!"

Lucius' scope had locked onto the governor's head. He pulled the trigger on his boltgun.

Leonidus was tired. Even with his superhuman abilties and strength, his body called him to sleep. The night air was cold, the only illumination the occasion searchlight and the remaining flaming debris scattered about. Patrols were out and about, searching for any remaining renegade forces in the area. So far they had found none. And there it was. A whistling. A piping. It was coming from the darkness of the night, just out of sight. An echo in the breeze. There it was again. Further out. He would follow. He had left the camp now, it was growing ever smaller. He was running now, the whistling always coming so close then fading away, further each time. There it was. At last.

There was a small fire, an incinerated fragment of tank, a casualy of the earlier conflict. The fire was moving. Slowly, it drifted further away, the same whistling and piping always on the edge of hearing. He gave chase again. He grasped the flame in his gauntleted hand how, it had turned a deep purple now. He drew his hand away to find it wrapped in serpents, of all colours and sizes, all hising wildly.

Then he awoke.

The square erupted in a frenzy as the head of the Governor was blown clean off, then a crack was heard, and the flag fell away in flames, behind it was Sahaal. The flag had been mounted on a small upper balcony, where Sahaal now stood looking over the crowd.
"Now it is my turn to speak" he said through the vox.
"You are mistaken to worship this false god. I know not his way or what "pleasures" you may experience from his "help" but there is no god".
He continued speaking to them as a Chimera slowly rolled through the crowd of cultists, they simply stepped aside for it, their eyes fixed on the giant soldier in the balcony.
"My soldiers and I, who although are few, have done all this. Your city has been devastated because of your choices, and you all will pay the price."
He jumped down, using his jump pack to lightly land on the Chimera.
He hissed, "Here... is your retribution."
The Chimera's back panel blew outwards, and live krak grenades flew out, exploding in all directions. The bodies of those near the blast became additional shrapnel, and nearly the whole crowd was torn apart.
"You brought this on yourselves!"

He jetted away, landing on the roof he had positioned his sniper on.
"This city has fallen" He said to Lucius, "But the enemy will be waiting in the next, they shall be prepared... and after the casualties taken here..." Sahaal bowed his head as he spoke.. "So shall I".
He opened his vox to locate the remnants and their locations, the ones who were out in the field could simply be retrieved by a dropship, but he knew his champion and a squad were still inside.
"Come Lucius," he whispered "Let us find our brothers."

They two hit with a thunderous crash, shaking the tunnel around them. Acharias won the initial crash, sending the creature flying but not dead. After this the smaller creatures following the large creature attacked the Space Marine, but they were no match for the Champion. Smaller than he was, he cut them to pieces with his lightning claws. But while Acharias finished the smaller creatures off, the beast attacked Acharias,sending them into the wall of the tunnel, shattering the concrete. Acharias got up and jumped on the back of the creature sticking his lightning claws in it's side. The beast roared in pain and began bucking wildly. But Acharias had a good grip and hit the creature over the head, causing it to fall to the ground. In it's weakened state Acharias ripped one of it's tusked like things coming out of it's mouth off and shoved it through it's head. With the beast dead Acharias ran as fast as he could down the tunnel, he had to get to Einer and the marines.
He yelled into the vox, " Einer, I'm coming!"

The words had just left the lips of Sahaal when a great searing light came into the center of the square over the body of the governor. It slowly grew, warping the space around it. It shone a bright pink. Strom clouds began to gather, lightning began to streak across the black sky, and the glow became larger. Soon it was the size of a fully grown man.

Out shot a single purple blur.

Character:Adric.
Location: The camp.
Situation: In a dream and on the vehicle graveyard.

Adric's nightmares had returned, the flashes of blood sprang before him. He saw his family being massacred and screaming his mother yelling and begging. ''WHY WHY!!''
Adric's father tried to attack their assailant but got cut down by 20 automated turrets and only a bloody mush remained. His mother was being torched to a crisp and the baby she was carrying was coming out of her stomach by the incineration but he was spared from it by some unknown miracle.
When the shadow disappeared he saw it was himself. He was the one that massacred his family. He walked towards the barely surviving fetus a blade appearing as his blood was flowing over his hands he dropped him.
His dreams stopped.

Adric walked towards the vehicle graveyard and began assessing the ability to get new hulls he disassembled the land raiders and all the predators and ordered the usable pieces to be gathered and send towards the ship. He walked towards the las remaining 2 predators and began the repairs.

Captain Sahaal
City Square
With Lucius, witnessing whatever the hell this is..

Sahaal spun to see a purple and pink figure the a little larger than a man, a gruesome crab claw protruded from one arm, a single breast was exposed to the world. What was this creature, Sahaal had seen many horrors, but this unholy atrocity must be the worst.. He stepped back and continued to gaze, unsure of what his next action should be.

His newly formed tent was slightly smaller than the last and he had lost most of his equipment. Soon after the battle he had had his Nocturnus guard form a much larger tent, the heavily armed astartes dragging the bound captives inside. Only them, Adric, Lucius and of cource, himeself, were permitted to enter. His elite guarded it day and night, incindiary bolters always in hand and power swords sheaved.

As he had to almost start his great project from scratch, he had prosponed it until he had the correct equipment, this could not be rushed. Getting up slowly, the apothecary moves out his tent. The calm and tranquil morning sun seemed at odds with the grotesque and bloody events occuring under its gaze. Pieces of wrecked vehicles, both loyalist and renegade, still littered the area. Every so often a rebel survivor was found amongst the dirt, bloodied and crippled by the conflict. What made things better, was that he hade the choises about what happened to them. He had every eleventh man sent to the tent screaming. The rest were all put to death, their flayed and disembowled corpses bound to poles and put up around the edges of the camp, a testament to the brutality of their Legion.

His Nocturnus guard still wore the remains of the squad killed the other day, something that would have been usualy questioned and called on if it hadn't been for Leonidus' rank and influence.

Taric had to find out what happened to his Company, he had not heard from them for hours. He started running towards where the fire was heard. Taric arrived... seeing widespread destruction, he walked over to the wrecked vehicles, looking at each Wrecked Loyalist one with sadness. When ever he saw a Rebel he shot him or her in the head. His squad also looking down, looking sympathetically at each lost tank. Taric thought Why Couldn't I have stopped them? In a few more hours once sun rises he would scout the city and exterminate whatever rebels he could see...

Taric traced his scars and he remembered the day he got them, a long time ago before he became an Astartes. Some thugs have captured him, trying to torture them to join their gang, they used a knife to cut two long scars across Taric's face horziontally. The smell there was horrible, the smell of the ghettos. If he didn't escape that day he would have died surely.

Brother Acharias
Tunnel
Running to catch Einer

Acharias ran faster than he ever had done before. He had to save his brothers from certain death. From what he had seen, all the tracks of the creatures led in Einers direction. The kilometers passed by, the sound of the gunfire getting closer and closer. He turned the final corner and saw Einer and his men surrounded, the creatures attacking from all directions. Acharias pulled out bat tooth, splitting it into two blades, the tunnel lighting up as the blades left the sheath. With a feral scream, Acharias bounded forward, chopping one of the creatures down the middle. It was killing time.

Lucius
City Building
Reacting to new creature

Lucius took aim through his scope, his autosenses trying to get a lock to no avail. The purple blur stopped in front of his face.

It's face snarled at him, it's serpentine tongue rolling. The creature's breast pressed against his chest. A long claw proturuded from it's right arm, and a taloned hand from the left. It bit his neck open, forcing out the blood and muscle. It began to gorge on his flesh. Lucius lay unresponsive.

Sahaal
City Building
Helping Lucius

Sahaal rushed forward, kicking the creature into the air and impaling it with his lightning claws in one swift movement. He fired the built in bolt pistols, and before long the beasts chest was simply a strange pulpy pink, he pushes it back and pink fire consumed it as it fell to the ground.