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The Sanguine Hands Chapter belongs to Xeroen, used with permission. Special thanks to Xeroen for all the help by PM, and for letting me use his chapter!

"They call themselves the Sicarid," said the grim faced Force Commander of the Sanguine Hands space marine chapter. "They are insectoid in appearance, having multifaceted eyes that grant them nearly 360 degree vision, so be on your guard marines. They seem to have no pain receptors, so make every shot count, your average Sicarid won't even acknowledge a near lethal shot. They possess weaponry that fires needle-like projectiles that make a mockery of even Mark VIII plate. They are capable of flight, their wings are razor sharp and can kill as easily as their firearms. They-" Commissar General Steve was growing tired of this incessant prattle. He stood up from his seat. "SO FAR, EVERYTHING THAT HAS COME OUT OF YOUR FETHING MOUTH HAS BEEN USELESS INFORMATION ON THEIR 'CULTURE' OR 'RELIGION'!!! IF WE HAD BOTHERED TO ATTACK THE BLOODY HIVES AND END THEIR MENACE INSTEAD OF LISTENING TO YOU BLAB ON AND ON ABOUT HOW THEY LIVE OR OTHER CRAP LIKE THAT!!!" Crunchy grunted, "Crunchy." "SEE!?!?! THE FETHING OGRYN MAKES MORE SENSE THAN YOU EVER WILL!!!" bellowed Steve, his shouting causing several Sanguine Hands to clutch their heads and grit their teeth in pain as their ears bled. The Force Commander stood with his mouth agape, and blood pouring from his ears and eyes. Wiping the crimson fluid from his eyes, the Sanguine Hand took a defiant stance and strode up to the Commissar. "How dare you take such words with me! I am one of the Adeptus Astartes, an Angel of Death! What are you to one such as me? Noth-" Steve grabbed the space marines head with both hands, then arching his head back, Steve brought it crashing back down, crunching the Force Commander's nose to powder. "WELL THAT'S SETTLED!!! LET'S GET ON WITH THE CLEANSING OF THIS DAMNED WORLD!!!"

The drop pods slammed into the glittering crystal tower of the Sicarid Hive, showering the terrain with powdered crystal. The green armored Sanguine Hands fighting against hordes of glittering monsters. For every Sanguine Hand that died in the fighting, ten of the Sicarid followed them to Hell. The Promethean 653rd ran into the fray, autoguns firing and chainswords purring. Crunchy, Private Stansfield, Captain Desetch, and Chief Psyker Alpharius followed Commissar Steve out into the upper levels of the Sicarid Hive. "CRUNCHY!" Bellowed Crunchy as he slammed two Sicarid warriors together, the force of the impact shaking off some of their limbs. Alpharius sighed loudly and struck the Xenos with bolts of psychic lightning. Stansfield narrowly avoided decapitation by one of the strange needle-gun/blade weapons, by tripping over his own feet. Steve was killing scores of the aliens, with one of their own bladed limbs, spraying emerald ichor on the smooth walls of the Hive. Nearby, a Sanguine Hand was torn in half by a Sicarid claw, his two halves sailing across the hall. Sicarid corpses chocked the halls, forcing the Imperials to slog their way through the gore splattered tunnels, while drawing fire from the Sicarids down the rest of the cramped hallway. Scores of Prometheans and Sanguine Hands dropped dead to the crystal floor, their crimson mixing with the Sicarid metallic green. Steve led his men through the fight, punching the chitinous head of a Sicarid clean off it's ugly body. The Sicarids gradually began to retreat down a narrow tunnel, firing needles from their guns all the while. "Ha! We have them on the run! Come, brothers, teach this aliens the true might of Terra!" cried a triumphant Brother Captain of the Sanguine Hands as he led his men down the tunnel. Suddenly, their cries of triumph turned to screams of pain. Small gossamer beetles in the thousands descended upon the Astartes, burrowing through their armor with ease with acidic mandibles. The Brother Captain was covered in a living blanket of ravenous insects, not an inch of his armor could be seen under the shining carpet. His screams could not be heard over the clicking of hundreds of thousands of legs. The carpet moved away, to reveal the skeletal remains of the Sanguine Hand, stripped of all flesh, even his bones had been cracked and the marrow drawn out. The Imperials were helpless against the onslaught, hundreds brought down by gossamer beetles, their bones stripped clean. Alpharius, wreathed in a halo of psychic power, sent a sheet of flame crackling down the tunnel, flash-cooking thousands of the beetles, but it was not enough. Thousands still poured through the tunnel over the charred corpses of their kin. Steve thought fast, lifting his fist, he brought it down on the crystal floor, causing it to crack. Again and again, Steve's fist crashed against the floor, before finally with a loud crack, the hive swayed as it fell to one side, taking the hungry carpet with it. With a mighty crash, half of the hive smashed into the jungle below, the cried of angry Sicarids could be heard. The Sanguine Hands stared in mute amazement, looking at Desetch for an answer. Desetch just shrugged, "You get used to it after awhile."

"MOTIVATE THEM IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!!!" The Imperials advanced to the lower levels of half of the hive, killing as they whent. Nothing could stop them. A humming sound could be heard, a humming that rapidly became a buzzing fury. The Sicarid Queen had come calling.

From the wreckage of the shattered hive came a slithering monster. A serpentine insect-like creature with two scythe-like claws climbed screeching up the side of the hive. Her carapace was made of the same material the hive was formed, an opaque crystal, hard as any diamond. The Imperials poured fire into the Xenos monstrosity, bolter and autogun rounds bouncing harmlessly against her hide. Steve leapt from the broken hive, landing on top of the Sicarids' face, fist outstretched. Sicarid carapace gave way to the Commissar's fist, chunks of it raining down onto the jungle-floor below. Gripping one of the Queens' bladed limbs, Steve ripped it free in an emerald fountain. Holding the limb like a spear, Steve drove it deep into the Xenos' brain, killing her, and sending her tumbling down into the depths below. The day was saved, thanks to Commissar Steve.

Great i really liked it, the ending was little quick tho but then again what could stand against the irrefutable might of COMMISSAR STEVE.