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The Inquisitor marched towards the central building that housed the officers of planet Kartitozz' planetary defense force. Litter filled the streets and dark grimy clouds of smog hugged the ground. Beggars stood in the allies crying out for spare change and food. The Inquisitor wore a tight black leather bodyglove with a long black trenchcoat pulled down. Silver buttons ran up the middle of the coat tightly fastened. His Rosetta was pinned to the stiff collar topping the suit and shone bright red for all to see. The Inquisitor was surrounded by a cable of warriors also clad in black bodygloves. Long swords were fastened at the waist and they swayed back and forth as the clan made their way forward. The Inquisitor checked the digital weapons implanted into his fingers. He cracked his knuckles and took in the scent from the surroundings. Raw psychic power permeated the air as it's dark energies rippled about unseen to the untrained mind. "Some beast lies in wait. The building is it's lair." spoke the Inquisitor through his psi link to his retinue. "Be ready for the ambush as we planned."

A huge dark shadow engulfed them as the Inquistorial gunship floated down from the dark sky. It's cannons pulled out from their moorings and automatically began to track their path. Before them the long plasteel doors of the main entrance to the building began to open. Darkness filled the void within. No one came forth to greet them. The Inquisitor stopped dead in his tracks and lifted the mega vox to his lips. "Prepare for our entry. You are found guilty of collusion with the alien. It is time for Imperial retribution."

The beggars ran back into the shadows of the alleyways. The gunship fired a pair of twin canisters into the open doorway. Great tendrils of grey fumes leaked out shrouding the building in a maze of thick cloud. The assassins pulled loose their power swords from their scabbards and headed into the abyss. The Inquisitor took up his pair of matching bolt pistols moving to the front of his cadre. From within came the sounds of clicking as the unseen enemy surged forward to meet the cell. Calling upon his second sight the Inquisitor gazed into the opening. The building was a nest of purestrain genestealers.

A good start, but I would like some more buildup and some more info. But its till a great story

From within the darkness there was silence again. The Inquisitor stood under the arch forming the huge doorway and peered inside. Genestealers en masse filled the large room waiting for the Imperial retinue to enter. Suddenly the grey smoke began to glitter and the outline of the alien horde took form. The Inquisitor fanned both bolt pistols firing them into the building. Miniature eruptions covered the horde as the bolts exploded blasting apart alien limbs and shattering their tough carapaces. The genestealers began to scream at a very high pitch rushing out from the ether to meet the enemy head on. The Inquisitor continued to fire both his bolt pistols emptying the clips in a matter of seconds. Counter charging with amazing speed the assassins engulfed the room slashing back at the huddled genestealers with poise and grace. Their swords were long and extended beyond the reach of the xenos' rending claws. Quickly the black clad warriors surged forward driving back their enemy. Their sharp blades lashed out chopping the genestealers in twain. The aliens continued to squeal striking back with inhuman strength. Slowly and surely the Inquisitor ejected the empty clips from his pistols and slammed in two more filled with more hellfire rounds. Leaping up onto a large desk in the center of the room the Inquisitor started to shoot again, each shot hitting dead square into the thriving mass of purestrains. The floor became slick as oily black fluids from the aliens pooled out from the dead and wounded.

"Look out!" shouted one of the human warriors breaking their silent death fight. A knot of genestealers were scurrying along the ceiling headed straight towards the Inquisitor. Von Macht looked up and dropped his pistols reaching out towards the inverted cluster of genestealers spreading out his fingers. The digital weapons implanted into his bionic fingers shot out from the tips. Charged bolts of searing energy coiled off his inhuman fingers engulfing the crawling mass. They were instantly incinerated and the ashes floated down congealing in the sticky fluids coating the floor. The Inquisitor retracted his digiweapons and quickly reached down grasping his bolt pistols again.

The screaming pitch from the purestrains began to simmer as their number dwindled. The survivors shot back into the furthest corners of the room disappearing through hidden foils. Slowly the long tendrils of charged grey smoke from the twin canisters dispersed.

A pair of veteran guardsmen inducted in the Ordo entered the building through the doorway casting their bright eletric torches high above their heads. The light spilled into the rooms erasing the darkness as the deep shadows melted away. The floor was littered with many rended limbs of the aliens and shredded torsoes rolled about. One of the assassins kicked a severed head knocking it back into a corner.

"We have to move quickly before the Patriarch feels through the tunnels below. I reckon our strong assault caught the alien by surprise. Move in!" commanded Von Macht.

"Wait a moment." said the Inquisitor as he holstered his bolt pistols and then bent over staring intently at the floor. "This looks like a trapdoor. Let's take a crowbar and see if we can pry it loose."

One of the two veteran guardsmen lowered his electric lamp and walked over beside the Inquisitor. The soldier pulled out a folding shovel from his napsack and stuck the blade into the crack. Von Macht added his weight to the end of the shovel and together he and the veteran pushed down as hard as they could. There was the dry sound of wood breaking loose and suddenly the trapdoor sprang open. The other guardsman came over shining his torch down into the tiny pit. A narrow set of winding steps cut into the granite descended below. "Let's see where this leads." said Von Macht as he took the lamp from the veteran and started down the tight staircase. The Inquisitor's cable of assassins had sheathed their long swords and pulled out shotguns they carried fastened to their backs. The shotguns were automatics and were loaded with magazines of man stopper rounds. Each shotgun was sighted with a red targeting laser and the crimson beams shot past the light from the lamp crisscrossing with each other as they plunged down into the darkness.

Von Macht sniffed then grimaced. "This path is thick with the spore of the alien." Quickly he began to take two steps at a time dropping down into the lower depths. The long line of warriors followed behind him silently padding along. Von Macht reached into his coat and produced a wide combat blade. The edge was serrated with long sharp pointed teeth. Each tooth of the blade was also further serrated into tiny rows of many small prickly teeth.

Von Macht came to the bottom of the long stairwell. The bottom lead into a tight series of caverns all covered in stinking black slime. Human skulls and bones littered the rocky ground. Stepping towards the middle of the trio of cavern entrances he shone the light from the torch into one then another. "Their spore scent in this thickest in the cavern to our left. Let's switch over to our night goggles." he said as he dimmed out the electric torch. The Inquisitor and his cable of warriors pulled down their goggles staring into the thick pitch. The black trails of slime glowed and pulsed. Tendrils of ropey green slime hung down from the ceiling. The Inquisitor took each step slowly with great care to avoid touching the hanging vines of slime.

wow, someone is actually posting fiction. What happened to Fluff for Nutters, anyway.

Von Macht broke a liquid capsule against his coat drenching himself in xenos phermones. The smell was toxic but necessary. "I hate aliens!"

His assassins all followed suit bursting their capsules and drenching their black suits with the oily scent. They threw the empty husks aside gripping their shotguns tight as the cable began to surge forward again. Von Macht focused his mind locking in on the alien beacon pulsing from deep within the caverns. The slime trail had dried up leaving only a sticky residue lingering on the stone floor. There were fewer bones scattered about as they descended into the engulfing darkness. A small cairn lay ahead built up from a pile of skulls. The Inquisitor gripped the hilt of his combat blade stepping over the rubble of human bone. The beacon grew stronger and pulsed faster. Von Macht held up his empty hand giving the signal to ready themselves for attack. Quickly the warriors racked their shotguns spreading out as wide as possible.

A deathly rattle broke the silence as a pair of genestealers broke off from the walls. They looked towards the retinue seemingly sniffing at the dank air. The killers turned away retreating back into the void. Von Macht reached into his trench coat pulling forth a small grenade filled with Magnesium powder. The Inquisitor thumbed the activation rune and bent down rolling the grenade forward along the rocky floor. Quickly the cable lifted up their goggles and tightly closed their eyes. There was the sound of a sudden burst and bright light shot into the cracks of their clamped eyelids. The sound of scuttling filled the air and as the cable opened their eyes they all saw that just up ahead was a large swarming horde of more genestealers.

"Fire at will!" shouted Von Macht.

The shotguns barked out man stopper rounds blasting apart the closest xenos shredding their red carapace. Again the assassins racked their guns and fired charging straight ahead. The genestealers seemed confused drawing back rather than launching an assault. The strong scent of their own phermone momentarily stymied them. Pressing forward the warriors fired twice more in perfect cadence. Von Macht lobbed another burst grenade lighting up the huge cavern. At the very back stood a huge genestealer covered in thick carapace of the brightest red. It's black eyes shined blinded by the bright light. Suddenly the beast leapt forward so quickly that the closest assassins had no time to react. It's sharp rending claws lashed out ripping them into ribbons of bloodly flesh. The last of the genestealer horde regrouped and broke into a lightning fast charge. Von Macht sprang out leaping over the xenos line landing right beside the Broodlord. He drove his combat blade deep into it's bony forehead splitting the skull in half. Black gore oozed out squirting into the air. Pulling loose their swords the assassins finished off the last of the brood.

The ground began to shake and bits of rock shook loose from the ceiling. "Its much too late!" said Von Macht in bitter disappointment. "The tendril fleet has arrived. I can already sense the hive mind from above. Retreat!"

The ground level was filled full of the enemy. Armored vehicles raced upon the earth throwing mounds of dirt up into the air. Reaching out with it's articulated mind the hive mind commanded it's children forward into the fray. Huge spores came down from the darkened skies spilling more creatures into battle. The ancient ones lifted their biocannons firing point blank into the speeding armor. Heavy explosions lit up along the horizion filling the sky line with death. The enemy surged ahead mindless to the bio ordnance.

'Come my children' thought the eternal ancient as the huge creature stroud forth from it's biodome. 'Kill kill kill!'

The inner city had turned into a scene of utter chaos. Spore after spore plummeted from the grey skies slamming into buildings and wrecking the streets. Swarms of crimson gaunts surged through the strewn rubble forever leaping forward. A pair of red screamer killers burst out from the side of wrecked building flipping over the closest Leman Russ battle tank. The huge monsters tore apart the underbuild pulling the crew from the wreck. Something swift and grey stalked through the remains of a building on the other side of the burning street. The Lictor darted out from cover skewering a small cluster of guardsmen manning an autocannon.

The last of the Xanicth Company mounted up in their transports in a deseparate attempt to retreat. The Ordos had already fled from the inner city flying back out in their black gunships. Chimeras and Salamanders drove at full speed backwards down and out through the burning madness. The capital city had been lost to the tendril invasion in less than one hour after the first wave of red spores had touched down. The human chain of command had been severed, it was every man for himself now.

Bright yellow drop pods fell from the sky above. As they landed their Deathwind launchers erupted casting out massive amounts of burning shrapnel. Aliens screeched in pain as they were torn apart by the explosions. Next the drop pod doors were ejected and the Imperial Fist Space Marines strode out rapid firing their bolters. There was an eerie scream and then one of the pods was lifted up and thrown against another. The bright crimson Hive Tyrant lowered it's rows of short ranged bioweapons firing point blank into the nearest squad of tactical Marines. The living bolts tore through their power armor shredding the Imperial Fists into piles of bloody ribbons. Suddenly an ancient dreadnaught crashed through a building wall unloading it's assault cannon into the massive armored beast.

Ore bound warrior I shall tear you from your armored grave! Bluish coils of searing energy rippled of the Tyrant's thick carapace. The creature reared up towering above the Imperial Fists. Drawing forth a pair of long sharp bone swords the Tyrant charged the ancient dreadnaught driving one if it's blades deep into the adamantium plates of armor. The dreadnaught spun about on it's torso smashing it huge metal fist into the Tyrant's face. The short stubby fingers grabbed ahold grabbing the monstrous creature in an iron headlock. The assault cannon came around blasting into the beast's torso but the exploding rounds bounced off the gleaming sheen of rippling blue energy waves protecting the monster. There was the squealing sound of rended armor as the Tyrant drove his other long bone sword through the dreadnaught. The metal fiend went limp dropping to the ground. Screaming in victory the Tyrant swung out with both blades chopping two more Space Marines in twain. The creature started to pull away but found itself stuck in place. The ancient one was still alive tightly gripping the Tyrant by one of it's bony legs. Another squad Imperial Fists charged through the sprawling pile of dead firing a meltagun into the Tyrant. It's energy waves sputtered for a moment and then a huge hole opened up in it's massive chest. Raising up it's lower pair of limbs again the crimson devil fired it's two pair of devourers into the cluster of Space Marines. Half the squad was immediately torn apart, their power armor offering no more protection than a wet piece of cardpaper. The rest of the squad immediately dropped back behind a large pile of huge piece of fallen plasteel. The sergeant racked back the melta barrel on his combi bolter then fired a shot. Pulling itself into a tight armored ball the searing energy from the melta quickly dissipated as the blue coils of energy absorbed the brunt of the charge.

"Move out!" shouted the sergeant sensing the momentary weakness. Sergeant Vandire leapt over the rubble simultaneously activating his big power fist. He charged in head first delivering a mighty blow to the Tyrant which buckled then fell over. A long coil of spikey tail unfurled darting out and skewered Vandire through the faceplate of his helmet. The sergeant flew back plummeting dead in his wake. Next driving both his bone swords through the dreadnaught's sacrophogous the ancient shuddered once more then went inert. Pulling his leg free finally the Tyrant broke lose in pursuit of the fleeing Space Marines .

Inquisitor Van Macht sat down at one end of the long briefing table and the Imperial Fist Captain Rolan sat at the other end. Both leaders had their most valued and trusted members of their retinues present. A three dimesional map of the planet hovered over the center of the table slowly rotating. Huge red blobs representing the Tyranid invasion force covered the globe like a horrid rash gone out of control. The green blips representing the Imperial forces were totally surrounded in a sea of blazing crimson.

"You know my position on calling down Exterminatus." said Von Macht. "Not once have I ever used it. In my opinion this planet can still be salvaged."

"Inquisitor Von Macht I have a lot of admiration for your track record. You lead your forces at the front. You are an exlempary commander." said Rolan. "We have to review this situation with detachment. This planet is an outlier. I have personally committed ample reserves to deny the enemy. The situation is at a crux now. This splinter fleet exhibits signs of powerful mutation that goes beyond anything ever recorded before. The crimson Tyrant has greater reserves and brought forth this attack at a weak point along the outer boundary of the Imperial network. We are stranded here with no hope of anymore assistance from any neighboring systems. In many aspects this fight appears utterly futile. More Hive ships are in progress here within the week. To continue this fight could well represent the death of us all. I don't choose my words lightly. I have fought many wars versus the Tyranids and I hate this xenos race to the very core of my being but I would be lying to everyone present here if I were to say there is a good chance we can turn back this crimson tide. A good general knows when to continue the fight and when to retreat. The Malsknitz Waaagh is heavily suppressing the Voegn system only a few sectors away and Lysander has requested that I pull out to aid Voegn. It's my decision though so here I sit ready to hear what plan you have crafted to win the fight here. I am all ears as we say on beloved Terra. Convince me why the Imperial Fists should remain."

Von Macht stood up and removed his tall wide brimmed hat. His steely eyes blazed blazed green. "First you must understand that I know this looks like a battle already lost. I failed at stopping the incumbent genestealer cult from flairing their beacon which brought about the Crimson horde. No man can win every battle. That said I do believe there is the means to win this war. We must reclaim control of the planet before the coming Hive ships arrive. There is little time left and we must use every resource at our disposal to defeat the Tyranids here. The enemy senses imminent victory. Many will say I am a fool blinded by pride. You have been kind enough to hear me out this day so let me tell you my plan."

All eyes focused on the Inquisitor.

The Crimson Tyrant stood upon high ground surrounded by a living sea of Tyranids. Ring upon ring of red Zoanthropes encircled the huge monster relaying his psychic orders to the chitinous hordes and funneling in data from every corner of the central warzone. As the Tyrant had predicted the enemy committed to one final massive assault committing the last of their reserves. They had fallen for the ruse, the approaching fleet of Hive ships were all empty husks, not one of them carried a single organism. The council of Norn Queens had created the Crimson Tyrant with one single intent, destroy the human menace named Von Macht. The human had been a thorn in the side of the Great Tendril for over the past two centuries. No other enemy had such single minded determination to task of killing their race on such a massive scale. The net had been cast and now was the time to draw it in.

Two full companies of the ocher Space Marines had come down via their warships. Ancient walkers strode forth into the sea of gaunts laying down wave after wave of superheated flame. The last of the Imperial ordnance had formed on the outer ring dropping one series of barrage after another. Great chunks of earth exploded as the bombs rained down upon them. The Crimson Tyrant tasted the crisp air taking in the scents of war. It's emminent premonition told the beast that Von Macht was well upon his way into the black and cancerous heart of the final battle. The Inquisitor would risk all to defeat the Tyrant in hand to hand combat. Although it was a sensation utterly alien to the Tyranid race the Tyrant could not help but to feel a bit of awe for so brave an adversary. No puny human could beat the Crimson Tyrant no matter how well augmented and fully prepared. The Tyrant lifted his huge wings and raised up his pair of bone swords crossing them as a visual indication that the time had finally come to put an end to this war. The atmosphere was saturated with raw psychic energy pulsing like a giant storm of lightning. Pure hate for the ancient known as Man.

A cloud of power began to form upon the ground directly in front of the hill where the Crimson Tyrant stood. The electric vapors began to grow solid and the shape of men took form. Von Macht was teleporting down. His cable of assassins stood in ranks around him carrying great shields on the one arm and long halbreds in the other. Intermixed amongst the warriors stood huge Space Marines clad in pitch black power armor with a grinning silvered skull fastened on their left shoulderpads. These Space Marines were armed with long bolters and some heavy bolters. Immediately they began to open fire into the circled ranks of Zoanthropes. The closest Zoanthropes were incinerated by the wall of hellfire rounds and a crack opened in their living defense of the Crimson Tyrant. The assassins immediately charged into the gap laying waste to the other Zoanthropes, cutting them down with their blazing halbreds. The ensuing waves of deadly energy blasts from the remaining Zoanthropes richoceted harmlessly off of the assassins' tall shields. Screaming with rage the Crimson Tyrant shot up into the night sky aiming it rows of devourers down into the human lot. Each shot was precisely aimed and a few went through dropping several of the Deathwatch and assassins. The Tyrant landed in front of the cable lashing out it's spiked tail driving the tip straight through a shield and piercing a human warrior. The tail slashed quickly ripping apart it's target. Red blood sprayed out as visceral exploded.

Then the assassins all at once pulled off their hoods. The Tyrant could see that it had been duped as well. Each assassin was a perfect clone of the Inquisitor and the Tyrant could not identify the original from which all the others had been cast. The beast would have to kill each and everyone of them to make certain it accomplished it's primary objective.

The Tyrant smote down another assassins just as a Deathwatch Marine lunged in and stabbed the beast in it's torso with a pair of lightning claws. Thin black ichor leaked from the wounds. The broken haft of a halberd stuck out from an open rent in it's left thigh. Circling around, darting in and out the remaining assassins held up their shields while lashing down with their long sharp blades. One explosion after another shook the earth as the final salvos from the Imperial barrage zeroed in. Several clusters of charging gaunts rushed towards the melée but the pair of Deathwatch Marines carrying their heavy bolters mounted on servo assisted suspensor belts gunned them all down with one wicked round of deafening dakka. The Crimson Tyrant lashed out with it's barbed tail coiling the end around the leg of the closest assassin. It's tail pulled in taking down the falling warrior. Driving both it's bone swords swiftly down the monster eviscerated the assassin. Blood spilled from the human's gaping mouth and his eyes dimmed then closed. The remainder of the cable then seemed to lose their coordination and the beast made short work of them, knocking aside their shields and cutting them down with it's twin blades. Suddenly the last of the Deathwatch Marines rushed up, grabbing the last living assassin while directly all their firepower into the Tyrant. The sergeant pulled a homing device from the webbing on his belt and thumbed a big red button. Just before the Crimson Tyrant could reach them the last of the alien hunters were whisked away by a rapid teleport. The Tyrant ransacked the bodies of the dead taking in their dying scents. It was impossible to tell any difference between any two of the dead. The beast held up it's massive head screeching a high pitched wail that filled the air. Frustration had set in. It could not determine if it had fulfilled it's primary objective but the giant beast knew it's army had won this war.

- Finis -

I put it all together in one doc.

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