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Hahah nice though it seemed that the lictor killed alot of orks pretty easily. All in all I still think this is an awesome fight scene

Nicely done, Trondheim. Very well written.

Thank you all for the kind words.

@Willhman : Well Lictors are from what I have understood very, very capable fighters. Even if they are primarily infiltrators/ assassins.

A hail of shuriken shots ripped across the rebel line, shredding men and throwing up clouds of dust where the shots struck the sandbags or the ground. The initial barrage was followed by a series of sniper rounds that killed officers and made men scramble for cover. With their foes cowering behind their fortifications the soft humming of wave serpents could be heard of the dim of battle. Inside these sleek transports the dire avengers and banshees awaited their signal to strike.
She watched her brethren and sisters close in with the savage brutes, oh how she longed to join them in the slaughter that was to come. But alas being a farseerer meant she could not risk becoming wounded by their crude but non the less deadly weapons.

Instead she reached out and spoke to them “Make them pay for their foolish ways, let none live my fellow warriors!”
With those words spoken the wave serpent picked up speed and closed rapidly with the enemy lines, their shields taking the brunt of the increasingly amount of fire being poured upon them by the humans. The first to disembark was the dire avengers who hurled plasma grenades and let loose with their guns and thus providing cover for their sisters of the Banshee temple, leading these specters of death and revenge was the exarch Nimrosa.
Her wounds closed and her armor mended she once again was the first of her sisters into the fray.
She had opted to wield the weapon she was most skilled with for this battle, a long slender pole arm that crackled with energy as she pressed the activation rune.
Dodging a shotgun blast and sidestepping a knife she let her mournful song fill the air as she brought her weapon down in a overhead swipe. The blow caught one man square in the head and cleaved him in two showering her in gore and filth. Spinning her weapon in a figure of eight she pressed on hard and claimed yet more life’s as the reckless humans tried to strike her down.
As she paused for a second to gain her bearings she noticed something that made her blood turn cold. One of the men who lay dead at her feet had a tattoo that portrayed something she knew all too well.
“farseerer! I fear these swine’s are more than simple rebels. They bear the mark of the black legion upon their flesh.”

Just as she had spoken those words a deep rumbling sound seemed to fill the very air, and made the ground shake. Then as if conjured from a horrid nightmare a trio of enormous metal beasts came into view roaring and with great clouds of billowing smoke rising from their exhaust ports. Chaos had come and now all would perish by the tainted hands of its followers.
Sensing a feeling she had not known for many years creep into her spine she gripped her pole arm firmly and struck at the nearest foe while attention to contact her honored farseerer.
But she was already aware of this new and most unwelcome arrival. Reaching out she issued a command to all her still living warriors. “Break away! We can not hope to stem this tsunami of darkness.”
As she finished speaking the three land raiders begun to disembark their payload. Out of their dark holds came the towering forms of Black legion Terminators clad in aeon old war plate and imbued with the unholy blessings of the dark gods.
Their leader was a warrior who towered head and shoulders above his fellow brethren, his baleful eyes took in the carnage that unfolded before his eyes. The fodder slaves had been ripped apart and where on the verge of running away in fear, let them run he thought and gripped his power maul firmly.
“Advance! Kill anything that comes in your path. Let none live!” he called out over the crackling vox net.
Instead of replying his brothers began their advance as a wall of adamantium and wrath incarnated. The few mortals who still lived where cut down as the legionnaires ignored their please for mercy and aid.
The Eldar who now realized the peril they faced fell back while their ranger brethren and the still operational wave serpents poured fire upon the infernal warriors coming for their blood.

As exarch Nimerosa dodged a shot who zipped past her she knew that this turn of events was not a favorable one. The servants of the dark ones never made easy enemies and particularly those who served in the legion of the eye. Those brutes possessed a discipline seldom seen amongst the garbage who served their dark masters. And more worryingly was their unyielding will to see the plans set in motion by whomever lead them done.
Vaulting over the burning wreck of a truck she landed beside one of her sisters and together they where the last Eldar to abandon the gore stained battle ground where both their own kin and the slain humans lay as worm fodder.


Meanwhile all this unfolded someone else was also having a bad day. Sergeant Erik looked out across the ruined highway and swore under his breath, emperor knew he hated these rebels more and more with each passing day. Having broken the enemy strong points he and his men had been tasked with they had pressed on. But soon they had encountered such heavy resistance and in addition received attention from several large and rather hostile Ork mobs numbering in the hundreds they had been effectively forced to a standstill. In his mind this was one of those wars that would either see him dead in the ground or with a lot more grey hairs on his head.
But at least none of those damned Eldar had appeared out of no where to sow even more mayhem amongst the imperial lines of advance and supply.
Letting out a sigh of frustration he slammed a fresh magazine into his weapon and adjust his helmet he signaled the rest of his men to begin their slow crawl forwards across the high way.
Just as he and the lads had managed to cover some decent amount of ground his vox came to life.
“FALL BACK! FALL BACK! To anyone receiving this! This is Corporal Jameson of the Cadian 357th ! Traitor Astartes have lan” was all the corporal managed to say before a loud boom drowned out his voice and the link fell silent.
As if struck by a thunderbolt Erik stood there and felt the cold hand of dread grip his hearth. Was there no end to the horrors being tossed at them here on this bloody world? As if not your bog standard rebels, Orks, Eldar where enough they now had to contend with warp marinaded genetically enhanced demi gods too.

yes Yes YES!!!!! They are here. I liked the intro of the Black legion, They seem very viscious but I'd like to see more of them. It chilled my bones when you wrote """As she finished speaking the three land raiders begun to disembark their payload. Out of their dark holds came the towering forms of Black legion Terminators clad in aeon old war plate and imbued with the unholy blessings of the dark gods.
Their leader was a warrior who towered head and shoulders above his fellow brethren, his baleful eyes took in the carnage that unfolded before his eyes. The fodder slaves had been ripped apart and where on the verge of running away in fear, let them run he thought and gripped his power maul firmly.""" This literally was amazing. The gods smile on you today.

Well glad you approve then minion Yes I like the Black Legion. Inn my humble mind they get far to much flak, and beside everyone loves the badboys eh

Although the effed up the rebellion these guys are the stuff. I'm glad to see them.

Excellently done. I'm a big Black Legion fan too.

IMO, without them the Traitor Legions would've never accomplished much.

I love the Black Legion, but I find it hard to pick them over the World Eaters. You know why friend! I've put too much into their mindless tactics to leave them. Plus, I enjoying trolling people who like other Gods. Remember friend, He cares not from where it flows, he asks only that it does

Well I gate to rain on your parade...But dont expect those boys in black to get a warm reception in the upcoming part that I am working on. Lets just say that heresy never pays

Liking the newly added faction to the plot and nice work on the Eldar to.

Hmmmm... Doesnt seem to good for the guards men. Need more please hurry and put the next one on I cant wait.

I think your description of the Black Legion is genius - easily one of my favourite sayings of the year:

'warp marinaded genetically enhanced demi gods'

Deeply jealous of that one.

The mayhem's bubbling along nicely. I'd love to see the forces of the Archenemy against a full-on Nid assault.

In the vast and cold expanse of space debris and corpses exposed to the vacuum of space, the two fleets who had slugged it out both where almost done for now. But it was the Imperial navy who had with the width of a hair come out on top, but not that it marted. Soon the two unharmed escort vessels would be overwhelmed by the forces opposing them.
The senior captain aboard the largest vessel named the Our martyred Lady stood firm on his bridge and gazed out into the void. Let those dregs come close and we will take them all with us he thought. He was about to order a new attack vector to be set when one of the bridge crew called out.
“Captain! I am detecting several ships exciting the warp as we speak! Attempting to identify unknown vessels.”
as the man listened to the reply that was broadcasting from the ship who clearly was the flagship his face went pale.
“Well speak up man! Are they on our side or are they more of those traitorous dogs come to join the slaughter at hand?” the captain said while the gripped the pommel of his sword so hard his knuckles turned corpse white.
The young crewman gathered his nerves and spoke with a trembling voice.
“Its the Adeptus Mechanicus my lord. They come to cleanse this sector of the unbelievers who taints it. And the flagship is named Praenuntia mitti Irae.”

At this point the remaining chaos ships had also detected these newcomers to the fray, but with their numbers depleted and many ships having suffred substanstial damage after the cataclysmic battle with the Imperial navy they where sorely pressed to stand up aaginst the combined might of such a fleet that now at this very moment pressed on towards them.
Abord the raenuntia mitti Irae the one of the most hated and equally feared Magos to serve the red priesthood stood ready to unleash his fleets fury. His enormous and armored body occupied the center of the massive bridge, his mecandrites where at peace while his mind was aflame with countless considerations about tactics, suitable spots for his forces and how to best acvhive his goals. Many claim that those who serve the machine god are devoid of feelings. But anyone who spent any amount of time near this towering figure soon learned that it was quite the opposite. He was told in few words a world appart from his more conservative and narrowminded brothers. Over the years he had built alliances with several key factions within the imperium and such his somewhat unortodox aproach to all things technical was not looked upon with hostile eyes. That and the fact that he made sure all his allies got a healthy dose of rare and unice gifts at a regular pace also helped.
Magos Ustriel waved one mecandrite and the fleet was unleashed. Macro cannons lobbed their deadly munitoins while lances spat shining spears of energy. This flurry of destruction was followed by a hail of smaller munitions and return fire from the traitors.
“Kill them! Kill them all! Let none escape, I will have revenge on those who took the life of my boy!”
now to those not well educated in the background history of this nightmarish man who by many is considered noting more than a crazed predator, some further information will be reciquired before we continue our tale.

It all begun some ninety years ago when the then rather sane Ustriel had a vision bestowed upon by what he believed to be the Omnisha, he was told to make sure that the forge world of Hellheim would gain an ally in the Ragnarokian regiments, therefor the magos ordered that some of his own genes to be used to produce a child. The seeds of life was implanted in a woman of nobility in the system. As the years progressed the tech priests and magi of Hellheim keept a hidden but firm hand over the young boy who grew into a grim and coldblooded man as the years passed by. Marked by the loss of the woman he had loved and the loss of his whole regiment as a young junior officer set him upon the path to greatness and infamy. However not even the hidden hands of the Adeptus Mech can hold sway over the hearths of inbreed nobility and those who think them self fit to govern.
The young man was returned to his home system after the fateful battle who had taken the life of all those who he had come to count as friends and allies, once ome he was not received as a hero but as a traitor and a disgrace to the regiment. Even if he single handely secured the imperial victory upon that blood soaked world.
It was then that the Magos stepped out of the shadows, coming to Utgard aboard the largest battleship his beloved forge world had at its disposal he landed upon Utgard and delivered his barely hidden threat to those who thought themselves safe from harm and retribution. Now for anyone who have read any of the previous works by this author may have guessed the name of this man. If not it will be revealed now, it was Hendric S. Loki who died while leading his men against the foul forces of chaos.
Now we return to the tale at hand.

The first enemy ship to die was a old troop transport, its old and decayed hull provided no match for the brute force of the salvo that slammed into it. It broke apart and added even more debries to the fields of space ship reamins that drifted about. Several other small ships followed its example and died in flashes of light and seering heat.
But as the Adeptus Mech fleet closed in upon the ships that could put up a fight other beasts reared their ugly and very, very deadly heads.
They came out of the cover provided by the debris fields, massive lumbering ships marked with the eternal eye of Horus.
To anyone listening in upon their communication all they would have heard was the constant chanting that emitted from the very ships themselves. In deep warp spawned voices they howled their anger and lust for battle. Once in range the trio open fire upon the two smal Imperial Navy ships that had survived. The two ships never stood a chance as the full migth of three Black Legion battle ships slammed into them.
But the ships where under the command of a Astartes who could bend even the will of such foul things as these ships to obey him. He knew that to engage such a fllet as the one who at this very moment most likely where training their weapons upon his fleet was madness. Even for one who had been a part of the great crusade some ten thousand years ago. He had watched mankind rise and then crash back down into the black abyss that awaited them.
“Obey my will daemon filth! I rule these ships!” he snarled and as he spoke he summoned pale threads of baleful energy between his armored hands. Around him lay the ruined remains of the slaves he had ripped appart by hand and then sacrificed their still beating hearths to the hungry beast that dwelled in the core of the greatest ship.
Slowly the collective will of the great daemon faded away back into the furnace and allowed the ship crews to begin putting distance between themselves and the Adeptus Mech fleet, who drew nearer while they pelted the debrie fields with every weapon they possessed.
“Soon, soon Infernus, soon will you be allowed to feast.” the towering form spoke as he left the gloomy chamber.

Magos Ustriel watched the enemy slip out of his reach, his mecandrites snapped in anger, and his eyes flared with anger as he stood on the bridge. A tech adept addressed his lord with a bowed head.
“My lord, the Black Legion ships have engaged warp drive and seems to have jumped out the immediate vicinity. Should we pursuie?” the man asked.
“No, let those curs run. They will soon enough die, no one can hide from the wrath of the Adeptus Mech for all eternity. Begin maneuvering us into orbit and prepare to land our forces.”
To these order's the adept simply nodded and scurried out to relay the orders.
Deep within the bowls of the ship that sat in the hearth of the fleet several immensely large forms sat, motionless. Only within the largest of those something stirred, behind protective glass and guarded by countless Skiitari and a cadre of Praetorians.
The milky white liquids parted behind the glass screen and the pale face of a woman appeared, her eyes closed but her mind was already a bee hive of activity.
She heard him speak to her, the deep murky voice that had been her stalwart companion for centuries, he too had begun to awake but it would still take time before they both where fith for the figth.
“I hear you Kingslayer....I feel your will and sense your hate for the foe. Soon we will walk again” was the last the communicated before the deep sleep overtook her once again, and uneasy dreams of heresy and a darkening skies, from with the great devourer came was all she knew.

Luvin it still, liked the bit with the ship deamon and the the intro for the black legion commander, that man is boss.

Yeah, I like the ship daemon too.

Nice to see the Ad Mech taking an interest ... looking forward to seeing the God Engines kicking ass!

I liked the twist about Loki's heritage - it'll make the upcoming battle even more of a personal thing for the boys from Mars.

Well glad you all seem to be enjoying this. And yes, expect a serious case of destruction coming along shortly

The hunter was hurting, even with its victory over the Nob it was not recovered. And the voice seemed to have vanshied, no longer could it be heard whispering soothing words and offering guidance. Instead there was only the cold silence that surrounded the beast as it dragged itself forwards trailing blood. The blows it had received both from Ork and Eldar finally begun to take their toll. The crude weapons of the Orks had chrushed bone and pulped flesh. As it staggerd back to its lair it knew its life was spent. Perhaps in some other universe the beast would have wept and mourned this sad and unfitting end for such a proud servant of the hive, but here in this war torn universe where the only sound of laughter is the sounds thirsty gods make are heard. It died alone and forgotten by one and all. Its achievements and trials gone unremembered as the passing of the years rolled by. With one finaly flicker of its great talons the beast slumped down and did not rise again. Such did the tale of this particularity member of our tale end.
Now let us move on to one of the still living members of our tale.

The towering Terminator Champion looked at his brothers and shook his head, so the great tusks emitting from his once untainted helmet swayed back and forth. He hated to wait even if it was for the pitiful fodder to get their mortal hindquarters here. He recited the mantras of hate and bloodshed while gripping his power maul. He needed to kill soon unless he was to go mad he mused. Upon his armoured shoulders his trophy rack displayed helmets of loyalists and traitors alike. However there was one helmet he was somewhat fond of, it had belonged to a World Eater who once had slain his twin brother. After that day the once sane and always level headed Astartes has changed, and not for the good. Becoming obsessed with revenge and a goal to exterminate every one of those white clad drooling curs he had reaped his vengeance. He also had a helmet who belonged to a Relictor Captain, the loyalist had been allowed to live, his skill of arms was such that even this towering servant of the dark gods recognized a fellow warrior when he saw it. Instead he had taken his helmet and vowed to slain him the next time their paths crossed.
As for those who still served the fallen Emperor he cared not, they where set upon a path that would lead them to ruin soon enough. The war master would see this done. Many things could be said about the Legionnaire but his rock hard devotion to Lord Abandon and the cause of the Black Legion was the one thing no one who traveled with him dared speak ill about.
The apostle who had preformed the anointment of blood for the gathered brotherhood of Terminators ceased his chanting and extended a hand to the kneeling champion.
“Rise servant of Abandon and champion of the dark gods. This world awaits your wrath.”

To these words the gore hound did not reply, he only indicated for his comrades to make ready for battle. Outside the once proud and noble Courthouse had been gutted by fire and now it was covered in the markings of the black legion. Outside the lesser warriors milled about, standing guard and making ready for a new offensive.
Those of his legion clad in their regular power armour did well to stay clear of his path. His brutal discipline had seen many struck down for being found wanting in some way.
The one soul in this camp of madness who could walk in his path and not die was the leader of the deranged traitor tech priests who tended to their war plates and other needs. The man was allowed to do she because he was far too valuable to kill. Even if he obscured ones path.
“What a fine day for some wanton madness eh?” the mentioned man spoke and giggled as his mechandrites drifted about.
“Brother Anubis requires adjustments to his weapons priest. See to it or suffer my wrath” the champion said and paused in front of the tech knower.
Flexing one massive hand he continued
“And for further records....Keep those deranged hands of yours away from any of the legions mortal servants. I need not say what the price for disobeying me it priest!”



Sergeant Erik and his men had to struggle to not vomit up what remained of their lunch, around them lay the butchered remains of a large civilian convoy who had been given a sizeable guard detail to provide security. Women, children and young and old had been shredded by heavy calibre fire and other means. Of some five thousand civilians and eight hundred guardsmen they had only found five survivors. They where covered in gore and blood and when asked who did this had spoken about immensely large figures clad in suits of armor who had layed into them with hand held cannons and weapons who sparkled with energy, their would be killers had ripped the Guard force apart in minutes, wreaking their transports and the few tanks accompanying them.
With their guardians dead the civilians had been easy pickings, no one had been taken prisoner. All had died at the hands of these beast who seemed spawned from the deepest darkest corners of hell.

Cursing he turned away from the grim scene and lit a Ilho stick. This was indeed bad news, last thing they needed where more enemies to deal with, as if Orks and rebels had not been bad enough they now needed to deal with these now comers.
As he stood there and smoked and tried not to vomit due to the stench from the burning corpses his vox came to life.
“To all Imperial regiments! As of this moment we have reinforcements incoming! I say again reinforcements are coming in from of world! Emperor protects.” the familiar voice of the regimental commissar spoke before she cut the link.
He felt somewhat unsure about this, reinforcements was always nice but what and who where coming? He prayed that it was not some untested and newly raised regiment, because that could go sideways real fast. But he supposed he would find it out soon enough.
He whistled to get the attention of his nearby XO and told him to gathered the lads and get them moving, the young man who had until recently been a shivering mess of nerves had grown in the role and developed into a good if somewhat shy trooper. But he supposed that was okay, rather a shy and skilled trooper than a bellowing idiot of a incompetent one.
As the men of the Anaheim 227th light foot made their way out of the hostile lands they where in, and onto friendly held ground the talk amongst the soldiers was about who where coming. From the sound of things it was not some regiment from the arse end of the scale of quality, one trooper announced his belief that is was either Cadians or Mordians coming to have a go at the enemy. Another man said he expected them to be the death corps of Krieg or if they where all out of luck those homicidal Ragnarokians.
But in the end they where all wrong, as they reached home tuft and where greeted by friendly forces they learned what was descending from the skies to aid them.

“Commencing troop deployment my lord!” the adept announced over the intercom system as the massive ships begun to release a flood of transports.
Escorted by Thunderbolts the transports begun their landing procedures, heat shields flared and void shields flickered with energy is the ships bearing the Skiitari legions touched down upon the war torn world. These towering warrior servants of the machine god came to bring death those who had wronged their lord so long ago, clad in their rust red robes and marching forth under the swaying banner of Hellheim they resembled a army of warrior monks striding forth from their monasteries do battle with the hated foe.
At the front of these awe inspiring coloums walked a warrior who was the best amongst them. Tribune was the name most called him and he did not need to use his original name, fresh and healed from his brutal and cataclysmic fight with a Ork war boss some time ago he had been granted this position in recognition of his bravery and skill of arms. He cared not for politics or petty squabbling, all he lived and cared about was war and its brutal arts.

“Magos, we have made planet fall! Combat operations commencing in ten standard minutes. Will have city secured by ten standard hours at maximum! Tribune out!” he sent via the com unit built into his frame.
The assembled guard officers watched in awe as the roiling rust red tide surged out of the massive transports, they had not expected anything like this that was for sure. Some felt fear while others felt pride as the warriors of Adeptus Mech marched fourth, one thing was for sure. It seemed now that they had a chance in hell against all the things who wanted to snuff their life’s out.
As the landings progressed they became aware of a large group of Skiitari accompanying a towering figure who where approaching them. The storm troop security detail who followed the officers begun to form a protective wall in front of them but where told to stand down by their commander who had understood that to do such a thing was not the wisest thing to do when your new ally came to say hello. Instead semi loose circle was formed and the Adeptus Mech commander allowed to pass unchallenged.
The warrior ignored offered hands and greetings. He handed the colonel a series of encrypted disks and offered a stiff nod before taking his leave while his Skiitari kept their weaponry ready if need be.
“Bloody hell...He is almost as bad with people as you Evan” one of the gathered officers said and snickered. The greeting somewhat shot out of the sky the guard retreated from the landing sector to reform plans and incorporate their attacks with those of the Skiitari and Cataphractii formations of the Adeptus Mech.

Tribune activated his power fist while the bolter attached to his other hand spat death. The mass reactive rounds chewed up the wall and showered the rebels in dust and debris. Around him his kin did likewise, a storm of rounds where being tossed at the feeble foe who barely had the guts to take a few pot shots at them. Confident in their fire superiority they advanced forwards.
Shrugging of las rounds and the odd auto gun salvo they scaled the enemy fortifications and layed into the waiting horde.
He never ceased to fire as he brought his power fist down upon the skull of a rebel with enough force to crack the armour of a tank. The man imploded in a shower of fine red mist as his killer looked for a new victim.
“Secure perimeter and hold! Sow ruin amongst the foe of the Magos! Commence manoeuvre 123_00_XY” he ordered over the vox net to his underlings who with practice ease overran and butchered the foolish rebels. But they where also taking casualties he noted, several regiments had reported stiff and fierce resistance from the organic scum. In several cases the fighting was so hard it decimated the first units of Skiitari sent to deal with the particularity troublesome sectors. The battles only ended when heavy armor was brought up from the rear and pounded the enemy into submission but only after loosing some tn tanks in the process to well concealed AT positions and mines.
As he strode through the smoke and fire he became aware of something, he was treading upon earth marked with tracks that could only belong to one thing.....It was a type of once blessed machinery that had served the first legion. Until they had deviated from the path of faith and embraced the dark gods.
Suddenly and with the sound of a great beast springing an ambush the tank rolled into view, beside it and from behind came a wall of traitors clad in power armour, and wielding millennium old weapons.
The guns on the tank woke to life with a hiss spat red light that ripped a nearby Leman Russ into noting more than a burning wreck.
Now he knew what his real foes where he felt noting but a duty to cull them. And send their souls back to their dark master.

Wow... This is turning out to be pretty dang big. I wonder who is going to win this fight, cant wait need more!

willhman wrote:
Wow... This is turning out to be pretty dang big. I wonder who is going to win this fight, cant wait need more!

Personally, I'm rooting for the Black Legion.

Excellently written Trondheim, as per usual.

Nice to see the Tribune again and nice ending for the nid. Argreed with Lonelictor because this story is, epic!

Black Legion, Black Legion, Black Legion! (world eaters) (; Magnificent as always friend.

The few surviving guardsmen had taken refuge behind the wrecked remains of the last tank to go up in flames. The hammer like blow from the fallen Astartes had broken their lines, killed most of the command staff and routed the single company sent to reinforce them. Now all that awaited them was death as the enemy drew closer and closer with each bolt shot that pinged of their cover.
As he covered there the Cadian never imagined his death would be like this, he always imagined dying in some charge towards enemy lines or in close quarters with some unknown enemy. Not pinned down behind a gutted tank surrounded by men he did not knew or care to know.
But as he slammed the last mag into his hell gun, pinned the bolt on his pistol and made sure his combat blade was ready to be drawn a shadow fell upon all those who fought and died in the shadows of the burning spires.
The shadow blotted out the sun and the footfall of the thing that produced it shook the earth. Its steel grey form strode fourth like an avenging angel.

“Target acquired! Engaging traitor Astartes armor! Firing Melta cannons! She said and spat death at the foe who had seen her, the gaks slammed into the tanks and with the heat of a nuclear blast they where melted down to atoms alongside their traitorous crew and daemonic components. There would be no escape for them now she thought and smiled a predatory smile. Witch was transformed into a hungry howl that emitted from the sirens of the Kingslayer.
However as she did one of her crew detected something equally immense striding out of the burning hive.
“MY LADY! ENEMY TITAN PACK EMERGING FROM THE HIVE!” the man said made the sign of the cog, for even thought the Kingslayer was a Emperor class he was not immune to harm. The other crew begun a flurry of activities to bring the titan about to face this new and far more dire treat.
“DIE!” was all she said as the Kingslayer turned to face its fallen kin! Now the world would shake as the true gods of war began their duels.
“ALL POWER TO SHIELDS AND MAIN WEAPONS! ERRRRGGG” she snarled as a volley of badly aimed shots shot past them transformed a section of the city behind them into a mushroom cloud of radiation and heat.
“All power redirected Princep! I have a lock on a enemy scout. Presenting target solution now!” her newest crew said and transferred the mentioned solution.
“Thank you Ava!” she said before becoming lost in the heat of battle once more.
The enemy titans howled in anger and sheer madness at their towering foe who shrugged of the few gaks who landed upon its rippling void shields. Their anger became even greater when their scout died when the full force of two long salvoes of Melta Cannon shots slammed into its corrupted frame and reduced into noting more than slag and smouldering metal components.

However the enemy did not loose hearth nor the will to fight. They outnumbered the towering Kingslayer many times over, and its fellow loyalist titans was not to be seen anywhere. And beside, they had the unnumbered waves of fodder to expend upon it. Whilst it had not such luxuries.
Howling like a pack of Ragnarokian death hounds they begun to pour fire towards it while stomping forwards with murder in mind.
To this the Kingslayer responded with a deep rumbling growl that seemed to stem from its very core, the Princep and Titan joined as one in their common hate of those who dared betray the Machine god.
“Firing Turbo laser!” she bayed and moan in pain as a shot connected with the shoulder of the Kingslayer, they needed their own kin to be here soon. But until then no one would come beyond this line in the sand she swore and gritted her teeth. Come on old man, show them your anger, your rage and fiery zeal! She said to the machine who seemed to listen. His shields rippled strong as ever when enemy fire slammed into them, and his weapons answered in kind.
“Salvo went of target! Attempting re-targeting!” one crew member said and worked feverishly to regain the aim.

But as they a massive salvo of enemy shots slammed into the void shields and was barely contained by secondary shields and frontal armour. The great warrior responded by sending a greeting from all its weapons back in the general direction, an succeeded in atomizing most of the southern part of the suburbs of the immense hive city. In addition a enemy Warlord Titan limped badly after that salvo.
“We hurt Andros! We need the Hastasi and Angelus to walk beside us!” she sobbed in horrid pain as thick black smoke rolled up from one of the consoles near her tank. Seeing their Princep in such agony was more than the crew could take.
With a series of wide spread salvos meant as a farewell greeting for the Kingslayer begun to fall back. It felt so wrong for the proud machine to do so, but it too knew the cold hard facts when it saw it. Even if the lust for battle burnt in its core and flooded its veins.

The two other Titans of the pack was coming, but had been severely hindered by a massed assault by rebel armour back up by Black Legion forces. Only with the iron hard determination of Skiitari and the Cadian armour brigade offering support had the offensive been halted but at immensely high numbers of lost men and tanks for the Imperial side, and worse was the fact that the enemy had managed to withdraw in good order.
Princep Astor of the Angelus fumed as his Titan made good speed forwards at least. Those foul heretics dared to assault him! To try and kill him here on this dust and heresy infested plain. Such an affront to man and to Mars would not go unpunished. He felt his companion soul howl in barely contained rage as it spat death at the fleeing rebels. The plasma shots smelted tanks and ground alike but the real task was to reinforce his lady and the towering Kingslayer.
He had not forgotten how she had abandoned everything to save him last time they went to war.
Oh what a sight it had been, to see the Kingslayer thunder down those ruined hills and lay into the Green skins like a raging beast defending her pup from a enemy intent on doing it harm. To stand in the shadow of such a mighty Princep and Legio commander was truly awe inspiring.
“Aiming vulcan bolter!” the Princep said as pain bit his mind, the weapon hissed to life and sent a shower of metal at the enemy. The rounds who was the size of a man pummeled the formation of enemy tanks who where engaging a forward platoon of Cadian troops. The shots smashed armor and kicked up great plumes of dirt where they missed their targets.

The mighty Angelus and its twin Hastasi rowed forth lending support to each other and the legions of Skiitari who followed in their wake. But the two veteran Princep knew their foe merely regrouping and reforming their forces. With the vast rebel armies swollen by of world reinforcements and on world troops outnumbered the Imperial forces some ten to one, and adding to this was the large and very well lead Black Legion war band too. Who in the first few engagements between them and Guard had ripped apart most attacks aimed at them.
However as the Titans walked on the fields of war fresh reinforcements for the Imperials where landing but it would still be a gruesome war to come.
Aboard the Hastasi Princep Sabrina felt the god step forwards like a knight of old. Clad in armour and armed with biting steel she would be the harbinger of death the enemy saw before they perished.
“Where ….is...the...Kingslayer.” she said and labored to speak somewhat fluently, she did not master the use of her normal means of speaking that well any more.

Before anyone could speak she sensed it, coming out of the pitch black smoke looming over the smoking hive city the immense figure strode fourth with enemy fire chased it.
The great machine was clearly in a dire situation, never had see seen the slayer of kings pull back willingly.
The eerie voice of its Princep filled the vox receivers on the two lesser Titans.
“TRAITOR KIN! THE MAD WALKS!” she howled as she unleashed a full broadside of its massive guns towards a unseen target of in the distance.

“To me children! TO ME! Let us hunt the fallen who once was our own beloved kin!” Princep Valeria called while she sent a message to her Moderati to vent more heat from the main core, who burnt with the energy of a sun in the hearth of its great body.

Wow, that was awesome.

Nice to see the big 'uns back in the fray. Nicely-described large scale mayhem, Trondheim!

More titans, please ..

Discontinued due to illness

That's a shame, its a nice story.

I hope you get well soon, Trondheim.

 LoneLictor wrote:
That's a shame, its a nice story.

I hope you get well soon, Trondheim.

Thanks but I will not recover for quite some time

If I may ask, what's wrong?