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Chapter One: The Stuff of Nightmares.

Alex's vision was returning, slowly. He could feel most of his body apart from his right arm. Slowly, he looked down only to find his right arm was but a stump. It was then that he noticed the figure in front of him. Before him stood the great Necron, Trazyn the Infinite. The machine's green eyes were staring right through him. It was unnerving but Alex's thoughts were not on the grand, monstrous machine that stood in front of him, but on the Emperor and, more importantly his wife, Rhianne. He thought of what she would do when she learned of his death, would she break down at the news and remain a widow for the rest of her days, or would she forget him and simply move on? Suddenly a series of thumping stomps shook the ground around him, he knew that sound well and it gave him hope, it was a mighty Dreadnought, one of the Emperor's Angels of Death. It was then that Alex faded back into unconsciousness.
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Brother Jaran of the Blood Angels stood still, surveying the area around it. Through it's sensors it could detect the life signs of a human, A guardsman to be precise. It took a couple of seconds but eventually a file came up on the former Space Marines' screen. It was of one Alexander Chapman, Aged 32, Ranked Sargeant of the Cadian 13th Kasrkin Regiment. Near the Guardsman's body was a Metallic form, A Necron, not just any Necron but an Overlord by the size of it. The Dreadnought raised it's power fist high up before slamming it back down, going through the structures' wall and opening a hole large enough for it's huge blood red frame, it walked through the gap Assault Cannon blazing, cutting down three Necron Warriors that attempted to get in the old, venerable warrior's way, another four Warriors came around a corner but they too met the same fate. The mighty Dreadnought stomped around the corner the Necrons had come from only to find a Lychguard and two Immortals. The Immortals were cut up almost immediately afterwards by the Dreadnought's Assault Cannon but the Lychguard was faster, dodging the shells and razing it's staff to try and destroy Jaran's Assault Cannon. It succeeded partially but couldn't sever the link before Jaran grabbed it with his huge power fist and twisted, grinding the Lychguard to little more than scrap metal. The Dreadnought then slammed into the bulkhead seperating the walking tank from it's objective. The bulkhead came down without much effort, falling to the floor in front of it. Trazyn turned around at that moment and saw that it probably would not succeed in killing Jaran. It then teleported away, leaving the Dreadnought alone with the injured Guardsman.
"Do not worry, Guardsman one of the Emperor's Angels is here. You should get some rest while I find the other members of your unit" said Jaran in as calm a voice as its speakers would allow.
"You have my eternal thanks, my Lord." Replied the Guardsman weakly.
With that the Dreadnought stomped off to find it's targets.

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Alex awoke again aboard a Stormraven transport, A Sanguinary Priest stood before him with his drill out, he understood why when he looked down at his amputated arm to find it had been replaced by bionics. He found himself confused, why would a Space Marine go to such effort to help a lowly Guardsman?
"I saved you and your men because Brother Jaran thinks you're special, Guardsman." Said the Priest as I'd he could read Alex's mind.
"Emperor bless you my lord, but whom is this Brother Jaran?" replied Alex.
"He is the great Dreadnought that spared you, you owe him your thanks and not me." answered the Priest. "However you and your men are going to need a full examination and some rest before you can serve the Emperor again. Be careful." continued the Sanguinary Priest.
With that the gunship touched down and the rear ramp opened, now that the cargo bay was illuminated he could see six Blood Angel Space Marines sitting on the side benches as well as several of his men on stretchers around the area. Alex stood up and walked out of the ramp above which a damaged Dreadnought hung from the rear hook. Four tech priests were rushing to it's aid as Alex made the sign of the Aquila to it. He could start to feel his bionic arm, a fuzzy feeling still coursed through it. When he looked around he could see A few dozen Guardsmen walking around the LZ. They were all loading supplies and equipment of Valkyrie Assault Carriers. He recognised one of those men, a Commissar in fact. Commissar Richards was a decent man, he kept morale high and killed very few Guardsmen. Alex approached Richards with a smile.
"Commissar Richards, how nice to see you again!" spoke Alex with a smirk.
"And you Sargeant, it would seem that the Angels of Death have taken a liking to you, tell me how is your arm?" replied the Commissar without any expression.
" Feels better now but I feel more for my men than myself, did any of them survive?" returned Alex with sorrow in his voice.
" Three, Azure, Mal and Sven. They've already been through their examinations." Stated the Commissar.
Alex was about say how happy he was that they were alive but it was then that the first ork transports arrived.

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Over two hundred and fifty Orks dropped out of those transport with the warboss, Pullgutz at their head. The Orks charged and the Imperials defended, but not for long. Before the Valkyrie could evacuate any of the key personnel a stray rocket fired by a Tankbusta destroyed it. Alex made a run to one of the idle Scout Sentinels and jumped in the cockpit, he grabbed onto the controls and made the walker move forward into the Ork line. His walkers' Heavy Flamer scorched several Orks before another rocket landed barely a few meters away from his Sentinel. He switched to his Hunter Killer Missile and fired it at the Trukk the Tankbusta had fired through, barely a second later the transport was consumed in a fire ball. It was then that a huge group of Ork Nobz charged toward him, Chainaxes raised high, Alex responded with the ignition of his own Chainsword and charged. The Orks stood no chance against the twelve foot tall walker and dissappeared in a show of gore. Alex noticed the Ork warboss charge at his and tried to swing his Sentinel around to respond but it was too late and his walker went crashing to the ground. Alex climbed slowly out of the cockpit and reached for the Bolt Pistol strapped to his belt but a giant green foot kicked it away from him, Pullgutz reached for Alex's head with his Power Claw but Alex dodged and grabbed his Bolt Pistol. Pullgutz grabbed again but didn't have time before Alex blew his head off. Alex climbed back up and saw the horisen darken as a Stompa stepped into view.

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Alex made a run back towards the Imperial line only to find noone there, the Stompa was almost within firing range so he had very little time.
"Oh feth..." Whispered Alex silently under his breath.
There, at the back of the camp was an eerie blue glow, unmistakably the light from a Kommandos' Night Vision Goggles. ALex crept forward slowly, drawing his Combat Knife as he did so. He kept to the side of an unknown Imperial tent, the logo on the side of it showing it was probably something to do with the Adeptus Mechanicus. Right now he couldn't care any less, his target was literally thirty centimeters away from him. His guess had been right, around the corner from him stood an Ork Kommando smoking a large cigar. Like lightning Alex's arm slashed down with inhuman speed, splitting the Ork's head in two. As Alex stepped forward to get a look as to what he might be facing. he found an explanation as to why all the Imperial Guardsmen were missing. Before his very eyes stood at least a hundred Orks with Shootas executing Guardsmen one by one except when a Warboss, stood at the front shouted at them not to. By the Warboss knelt several Guardsmen tied in crude but effective binds. Most of them appeared to be crying except for Sjet, A tough but childish Guardsman in his mid-twenties. He appeared to be sniggering as if he was happy about something. Alex realised why when he saw a fallen Ork's Big Shoota on the floor next to him. Sjet knew he was there and Alex knew he was part of his plan. Sjet wanted Alex to pick up the gun and use it to distract the Orks while he unbound the ohers and joined the fight. perhaps his day might get a little better after all.

check back soon for part four out of twenty!






Thank you for reading . Part three coming soon!

This is really good I would really like it if you posted some more!!!! I also liked the battle for baal but didnt get to read till a couple of hours ago so hope part two comes out soon!!!!

Thanks man! I need to edit it a little bit before I release part two. E.G: I never mentioned what chapter Jaran is from. (it's the Blood Angels BTW)

Looks good, but 'the End Times' is from warhammer fantasy IIRC

Dude just got better and awesome surprise ending cant wait for three!!!!

the End Times is also in 40k. It's supposed to be the time when the Primarch's will return for a Final Battle with Horus' traitor legions.

Hmmm.... still great!!!!!!!!!

Added some more! plus i have decided to extend this book to around 100 parts in total. meaning when it's finally finished itll take about two hours to read.

Sweet I like the length as usual it great!!!!!