Broken Steel

	"Throw me a mag!" a soldier yelled. "Im out! need ammo now! " another trooper cried. Colonel Trever Relak raised his jet black las-pistol and fired a three round burst into  the hoard of the rebel guard. "Sergeant!" the colonel beckoned. Gunnery Sergeant Yurek Deville, a man near his mid thirties, brown hair covered by his guard cap. The muscular man, las-carbine raised toward the enemy, turned his head to gain sight of his colonel. "Sir!" Deville returned to Relak. "Get men around that heavy stubber nest and take it out! I dont want to be stuck here all damn day!"Relak roared over the las-cracks. The sergeant looked back at his torn men, "We don't have the man power to accomplish that sir." "By the blasted eye!" the colonel yelled as he turned towards the vox operator in the east side of his trench. "As i suspected, if you want something done. do it your fagging self, Corpral!" Relak yelled as he raced across the trench.

	The young man jumped at the roar of the colonel. "L-L-Lance Corpral Derrik Vaughan, Vo-" "Yes, yes vox-op. I need you to get ahold of third company and get mortars and take out that damned stubber nest!" "S-sir, i've been trying to get ahold of anybody out there. Their has been no response I-I" "Save it, I've heard the same damned excuse from three other people today." Relak turned and gazed out at the ragging battle field. Dirt suddenly kicked up around the rebel stubber team folowed by a gush of flame and shrapnel. Loud cheers broke out amoungst the men as they turned to realize the saviors that had spared their strickened lives. 
"Happy to see us colonel?" the voice buzzed into his vox-bead. Six Leman-Russ Demolishers and Two Executioners darted across the open mud plains, smoke belching from their short, stubby barrels. "Wicked  Bitch  come up on my nine o'clock and take that mortar pit out, that should be some good fireworks." First Sergeant Eli Flynn in his Demolisher Defiant Saint, was barreling towards the enemy with all his guns blazing. "Left soponson take that las-cannon out! Now! Right take out that group headed for that chimera!" Flynn said over the hail of slugs propelling out of his pintle-mounted heavy stubbers. The bolters barked at the rebels and shots found thier marks. Wicked Bitch  fired her mighty cannon and the pit erupted into a massive burst of light.  A stray mortar clipped the side of her hul armour and rocked the turret cage.
 "What the hell was that?" Flynn called. "Just a stray Eli." Sergeant Morrak, the commander for Wicked Bitch  replied in an instant. A familiar voice chimed in Flynn's ear. "Where the hell have you been man? We've been pinned down for hours!" "Keep your pants on sir, no need for a man without pants," Flynn drifted off, " were almost to our main objective now." Flynn assured the colonel, but the assurance held no value. Immideatly after his words, Bone Masher, one of flynn's executioners, vanished behind a cloud of blue plasma, melting all that was near. The blast caught the Arch Stomper  and started to eat away her tread armour." Arch!" Eli cried, "thier's plasma eating your tread, right side!" Just after that, Arch Stomper  stopped dead in her tracks. The dead tread hung uselessly on her hul armour. "We still have our guns sir." the young, new corpral commanding the Arch Stomper  had tried to reassure his himself. "Your guns don't have the range son." Flynn sighed, "Either ditch her and link up with the nearest company, or remain there and wait for the rescue squad, but thats fething suicide, you'll never make it." "We will not leave our tank," the corpral protested. "Don't even try and be honourable, we still have the main batteries to take out. We're close enough now they can bracket us!" "But-" the young man started, but to late.
There was a great boom and the ground shook, an Earth Shaker round whisled down at the helpless tank. "Larks!" Flynn cried, but no use. the tank was surounded by a wicked ball of dirt, shrapnel, and fire. As flynn looked away from the burning wreck, he saw an Earth Shaker cannon aimed straight at him. It boomed and the ground shook.

	She sat there looking out into the green plains. Wondering how such a beautiful place could be destroyed at anytime, through just a mans will. Then the vision faded, she saw Orlarn Prime for what it really was. Just a war torn planet, with nothing left to thrive on, nothing left to hang on to. She see's omnious gray clouds, buildings decrepid and falling apart, plentiful grass plains that were once green, now burned to dirt and black scorches."Reilly," a woman called from behind her. "Yes?" Her voice was beautiful and soothing. Her curly, shoulder length dark hair swaying in the breeze. She stood up in her black carapace armour and picked up her hell-gun. Reilly pulled back her hair  and walked towards the woman. Reilly was no more than 5'6", But the woman was significantly taller. "We have to move now, The rebel troopers are getting closer to this town, we need you to be combat effective." Two men walked by the room lugging a heavy bolter and nodded at the women. "Wow, i love being in the storm troopers," one of the troopers had said. "Yeah, but we are not meant to keep defence, we're offense, special ops," the other protested over the clicks and clanks of the emplacment they were handling. "I can't help, i'm to weak, my mind needs rest," Reilly had finally spoke. "Are you saying you cannot fight trooper?" the woman beckoned. "No," Reilly replied removing her spent power pack and slamming a fresh one home, "I can fight, i just need rest first, or i wont be as effective." "Alright," the woman sighed, "just be ready to fight in an hour, or we'll all be getting eternal rest." 
The woman walked out of the room, Reilly immideiatly held up her middle finger at the door then whipped it back down. I love you Reilly, the words echoed through her head, she couldn't remember who had spoke them. A loud booming from the street corner broke her peace. "Test Fire!" a shock trooper yelled. The short barrel of the heavy bolter lay silent, smoke rising from the barrel and the loading chamber. It gave Reilly some peace of mind. Reminding her of the man who had said those floating words. She drifted off again.

	Belt fed heavy stubbers spewed slugs from the heavily entrenced 751st Uriah. The slugs impacted the oncoming rushing rebel guard and threw them onto their backs. Las-shots cracked against the flak armour of the poorly equiped men. The Traitor Guard was being slaughtered  by the hundreds every second. They couldn't withstand the massive, calculated fire of the Uriahans.
The standard rebel soldier was equiped with a las-lock, flak armour, and poorly made grenades. The standard uriahan as equiped with a las-gun, las-lock, or mk. III las-carbine, carapace armour resmbling steel, a black great coat, black helmet and a gas mask. They resembled the Death Korps of Kreig, which whom they were closely related to, both were strong in trench warfare. The Panterans looked ragged, war torn, they wore collaberations of red, tan, and gray camo. They wore hats that resembled the vostroyan first born. Most rebels were suicidal, insane, and mentaly crazed from all the battle chems they were given prior to the uriahan occupation. The 751st were entrenched on the far west side of an imperial occupied city, twenty to thirty clicks outside of it. Most of the rebels were pouring out of the city called Pantera, it was the only hive city still standing properly. But it was slowly falling apart with all the random civil wars caused by drug crazed men that cannot control themselves. 
	Stubber fire contiuned to pelt the traitor guard, their numbers diminishing fast. "Fire dammit! Keep hittin'em" A leutenant yelled at the guradsmen. Second Leutanant Oscar Dimilean. A middle aged man with his head shaven, A tattoo on the back of his neck reading "Never Accept Defeat". The man was brutally harsh and rutheless, whenever an order came to him and his regiment, they completed it with flying heads. He has a nickname, "Titan" because he was significantly strong, granted both his arms and one of his eyes were augmentic. He carried a heavy stubber on his back, his bolt pistol in one hand, and his chain sword in the other. He raised his chain sword and roared, "Charge! Lets show them the might of Terra!" The men of the 751st roared and hefted out of the treches and rushed towards the oncoming rebels. Inaccurate las-shots rained on both sides, until they met blade to blade. Bayonets lashed through armour, stocks of las-guns cracked as they met bone. Dimilean swept his chainsword side to side and nearly cut men in half with his inhuman strength. His bolt pistol barked as shots blew men into steaming hunks of meat. A man, berly in his twenties, was caught in his rage, a bolt bit his left thigh and his leg vanished. Dimilean chainsword ripped his head off in a jagged spray of meat and fresh blood. A Bayonet reached for his face but he saw it and quickly dodged. His attacker looked as if he had just tried to slay a warlord titan with a toothpick. The man tried to run but Dimilean lashed at him with his chainsword and ripped four gashes into his chest. His bolt pistol barked and caught another man rushing at him in the shoulder, he twisted and flew backwards. "For Uriah!" He screamed and ripped a man clean in half.

	"You know damn well why we cannot do that," a man in his sixties, sitting at the end of the table protested. "We cannot send anymore rienforcements or armour to them because they are in the most desolate part of the planet. That city is damned." "Don't say that!" another man yelled, "it can be saved!" "No," A forty year old major said at the right of the older man at the end of the table,"it cannot." The man at the end of the table was Warmaster Simon Krill, the man was kept alive only by the meds he took hourly. His voice was raspy and rough, he sounded like he'd been through many campagins, though he had not. The major to his right was Erik Lishen, he was a great tactitian, and a wonderful leader of men. The man protesting was Colonel Remi Blair,a tall man,in a great coat, short blode hair, green eyes, and the reason he was protesting was because his sister, Reilly Blair, was a shock trooper for the uriahan 643rd regiment, and she was trapt by the traitor guard in that damned city.

											II

	The shot went wide, but had berly missed Defiant Saint.  Sweat was dripping from flynn's brow and into his eyes, he blinked and in that instant another boom and the demolisher to his left was blown into pieces. "We need to just get a little closer!" Flynn ranted. "We're almost there," Morrak assured him. Wicked Bitch  roared up on flynn's right. Only four demolishers strong now, Flynn's armour was damned. A roar over head and the eight batteries spued up inot a glow of light. The barrels erupted and ammunition exploded into a glorious sight. "This is raptar six-eight inbound target destoyed pulling out now." a pilot chimed in Relak's ear. Deville looked at the colonel with a renewed vigor and turned to his men. "For Uriah!" the sergeant chanted. Relak Hopped out of the trench with the rest of the 751st. They moved through the next four lines until they met the destroyed wrecks of the cannons and desimated any Panterans that decided to stand and fight. They settled into the next line and entrenched. "Standby, this is command," Vaughan had heard from his vox set. "Sir!" the corpral beckoned at the colonel. Relak picked up the reciever piece, "This is Colonel Trever Relak, command what is the situation?" Repeat what is the situation?" "You are to stay put until further orders, entrench and use the demolishers for defence, command out." Relak handed the piece back to the corpral.
The tanks rolled up slowly and entrenched behind the line of soldiers.The tankers rose up out of the armoured beasts. Flynn slid off the side of Defiant Saint  and walked up to greet the colonel. "Sir!" He said with a crisp salute. "Sergeant," he saluted back. "So what are the orders sir?" Flynn questioned. "We are to stay here until command says otherwise," the colonel answered. He shrugged, "great, more sitting still," flynn said with a smirk turning twords his tank.

	She remebered he was in a long great coat, he had short blonde hair, green eyes, and he- "Reilly!" Her captain called after her. The same woman whom she had met with neraly an hour ago. Captain Stephanie Mcregar, A tall, short blonde haired woman close to her thirties. "Ma'am!" Reilly saluted her. "Trooper Blair, get your fething self together!" she yelled at the young girl. "I-i'm sorry ma'am," she said plantively, "i'm just not felling like my self." "Well you better damn well start," Mcregar relpied in an instant. "Stop yelling at her cap," a man said from the doorway, "it isn't going to make her fight any better." "Sergeant stay out of this, it isn't your affair!" Mcregar enforced. "Well it is when you yell at one of my best shock troopers ma'am," the sergeant protested. "Crieal you are way out of line!" mcregar pushed. "Like hell I am! i'm tired of you acting like you own my squad!" The sergeant was a lean man, yet very intimidating. "Stephanie listen to reason! you cannot go yelling at soldiers like that, if they are like reilly is, you cannot do anything to stop it, only the comissars can," Crieal protested. Reilly sat there in amazment as her sergeant was defending her like his own daughter. Mcregar stormed out of the room and down the stairs towards her command post. 
"You ok Reilly?" he said putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm fine," she answered in an innocent voice shrugging the hand off her shoulder, picked up her kit and headed for the door.

	Dimilean was cleaning his chainsword sitting in a pill box on the east side of the trench. The gears were mucked up with coagulated blood and gore. He put it down on the cloth he had laid out with the litanies of cleaning written on it. He picked up his bolt pistol, ejected the spent clip and took a new one out of his jacket pocket. He smelt the bolts and slapped it home and racked the slide. His heavy stubber was leaning up against the wall of the pill box to his left. Dimilean walked over to it and picked it up. To a normal man it would be extremely heavy, but to dimilean's augmented arms, it was like lifting a las-gun. He checked the box of ammunition cliped to the side of the gun. His two fingers grabed the belt of ammo from the box and gingerly placed it on the loading mechanism. He slapped the top of it down and pulled the hammer back and it sprong back forward.
The sounds of omnioius battle was in the air, the smell of spent cartriges, prometium, and blood. He looked out of the pill box and saw the light flashes of artillery impacting. The red glow of las-cannons and guns firing savagely into the night. The sky dark with clouds and the ground scorched, it was home to dimilean. 

	Three heavy bolters set up on the street corners, five heavy stubbers up high in buildings, three thousand guardsmen set up stratigically throughout the town. But only thirty storm troopers to defend off millions of traitor guard throughout the night. "Great odds isn't it?" A storm trooper said to her left, through his rebreather. "I mean their odds for survival is grox-shit, but ours, great isn't it?" Reilly could tell he was smiling underneath the cold outer face. She let out a small half smile, "Yeah, right, great odds."

	Flynn handed Morrak a jerry can full of hard liquior. "You ok gene?" Flynn asked. "Larks," Morrak sighed and trailed off. "I know, but he atleast died vain, and died a hero of the imperium, he was noble." Flynn said. "Yeah, he was  noble." Morrak groaned. "Stop it gene, you know as well as me he wouldn't have wanted to die anyother way." Morrak took a large swig of his liquior. "Hello boys, whats all this moping about?" The colonel chimed in. They both gave a weak salute. "Nothing sir, just moarning over one of our lost tankers" flynn said after a long pause. Relak's smile faded, he looked uneasy. "Don't worry yourself sir, we won't hold anything against you." Morrak said reassuringly.

											III

	"Like hell their isn't anything you can do, their is plenty you can do!" Blair called the warmaster out. "You just aren't strong enough to do them!" "Enough!" Krill yelled and slammed his massive hands on the metal table and the royal Karsrkin in the corners of the room aimed their las-locks at the colonel. "You are way out of line Remi!" The major stood and walked over to the map posted on the left bulk head of the room. "Here, do you see this?" the major said pointing at the town where the 643rd had been held up. "Do you see what is here?" "The city, major I see it, what is the significance of you showing me?" Blair snapped back. "Do you see what is around it? Rebel occupated cities!" Lishen protested. "And that, Colonel blair, is why we cannot move anything to the 643rd," the warmaster stated. "But-" "No," Krill interuppted, "this conference is over," he sat up and walked out the door. His brown-nose major folowed closely along with the royal karsrkin. "Damn him to the warp," blair said uder his breath.

	"Something's off," Dimilean said. "what is?" a young sergeant said to his right. They both exchanged suspicions while crouched in a low trench. They weren't in the best possible place. most of the soldiers were hudled in large craters from the previous earth shaker shelling. They were low on ammo, rations, and water. "There, the supply  roads, they're empty and cold," stated dimilean looking through a scope. "Whats holding them up I wonder?" he questioned. "I don't know sir but-" "Ha, there you are," Dimilean interuppted. "Look,"he handed the scope to the sergeant. "what? where?" the sergeant said puzzled. "East south east, about two clicks up from the road, four bolter nests and one mortar nest," Dimilean stated. "Ah i see it now, but thats not much of a threat to armoured trucks sir, it's too far away from the road, the mortars wouldn't be able to bracket them fast enough," the sergeant tried to argue. "Yeah well i realize that but command does not," Dimilean said, rejecting the sergeants theory.
	"Command come in, " static, "Command?" Dimilean called into the vox-caster's reciver. "Damn, vox is down, " he stated to the young vox-operator. "Command?!" he tried the vox bead in his ear.  A loud screech erupted into his ear and he ripped the device out and it was still as loud hanging by his webbing. "Ummmm, sir," The sergeant said hesitantly pointing towards traitor guard light tanks and half tracks. "Oh, well thats whats keeping the supplies, " Dimilean said jokingly.

	"What was that?" a tanker said to flynn's right, "Whats, what?" another questioned.  A low menacing growl of toutured engines was off in the distance. Tankers started to bring their machines to life. "Grox-shit, I see engine smoke!" Morrak exclaimed. Soon after a traitor vanquisher appeared on the horizon, hastly armoured and maned. All of those men were tainted, every last one of these warp forsakened men, thought Eli, They are just like the men back on Tonas Prime, like the choas legion. The men were scurrying along to ready their machines for combat. Morrak's Wicked Bitch  was the first to be ready and primed for the conflict at hand. His cannon aimed at the closest tainted leman-russ conquerer. The 893rd Uriahan Armoured didnt have the range on their demolishers, but they had the fire power and defensive advantage. Eli had readied and aimed his tank just when the first traitor tank's amour buckled and  imploded. "Score one for the Terra Savoiur," the demolisher two tanks down from flynn. The crew was new, and arrogant.
This upset Relak, him and the new commissar Neikrits didn't see eye to eye, never have. Ever since a mishap on a recon mission, the stay silent and swift order had been given, and Relak was blamed for their cover being blown. He wasn't charged for anything, but Neikrits still didn't like his command nor his combat style. 
"Well?" The commissar said calmly and cooly, "Aren't you going to do something about the arrogance and insulance of that crew?" Relak drew in a large breath and looked at the stoic man, "Fine, have it your way commissar, Terra Savoiur, cut the arrogance of that kill, keep your focus on that armour," the Colonel said flatly, "There? all better?" He shot at the commissar who had been grinning, but the wicked smile faded, and it looked as if Relak had pointed his las-pistol at him. 
"Careful sir, you still are on very thin ice, " Neikrits said almost grwoling in his deep tone. Saldon Neikrits was a cold and intelligent man, arrogant some might say. He wore the commissar uniform proudly and tightly. He was slightly older that the colonel, but not by much. 
Trevor looked as if he had been through the warp and back, and Saldon looked clean, shaven, and pressed. After the commissar said that, nearly evey man in that trench was looking at him. Neikrits cleared his throat, "Well, get on with your engagment," he said alomst appologetically. Now the smile was on Relak's face. "Auto Cannons at the ready!" Trevor Commanded. "Really? Auto Cannons on tanks?" The commissar interjected. "Why yes, Those tanks are so poorly put together the armour plating's not worth a las-cannon shot or rocket, i'm suprised that they haven't fallen apart already at the speed they're at really," Relak said proving Neikrits wrong yet again on the tactical advantage. The colonel's plans were always ful-proof, they were so structurly sound that no one disagreeded on them, that why Neikrits couldn't execute him on his tactical calls. "Auto Cannons,
FIRE!" he roared as he threw down his arm. The auto cannons ripped the plating off the closest tanks and left them a flamming pile of slag as their munitions ignited. They stopped to reload and the loud boom of demolisher cannons filled the air.
"Right! Two o'clock, Standard Leman-Russ battle tank, take it out, HE shell, " Flynn commanded. "As you command, so shall it be!" his gunner replied. The Defiant Saint's gun sang and the tank rocked, the smell of propellant left a copper taste in flynn's mouth. The traitor tank stopped dead as if it hit an invisable wall, and then exploded into a beautiful sight for the regiment. 
"Nice shot Eli!" The colonel exclaimed.
Neikrits just stood there glancing back and forth from Relak and the battlefield, As if waiting for him to slip.

										Chapter II
		
	Remi was in ragged, he stormed through the citadel's massive corridors. He was so blind with anger, he nearly slammed straight into an oncoming Adeptus Astartes librarian followed by a squad of Terminators that growled angrily as he bolted by. "Damn Krill, arrogant weak, arsehole, " Remi cursed as he sprinted down the hall. He reached the airstrip on the east side of the citadel and flashed his badge to the guardsmen posted there. A Sergeant lifted a hand to stop him. "What?!" Remi yelled at the man over the roar of the enmassed airships. "What is your business on the airstrip?" the sergeant questioned. "Official Command business, Task Force signal 1SGE556-HCA770, " Remi stated.The sergeant looked down at his data slate, "Your not schedualed for deployment until next week-" "Doesn't matter sergeant, it got pushed up by me, im the commanding officer of the task force and i need rapid deployment now!" Remi commanded.
The sergeant hesitated and nodded, "Sir, yes Sir!" He moved out of the way. Remi Ran towards a stationary Valkaryie, and the flight officer standing outside of it smoking an iho-stick. The officer threw it down and held out his hand to the colonel, "Remi! I heard you were a little worked up over this, i was waiting for you," the flight officer said over the growing noise of other engines. "Thanks Marc, I knew I could count on you, ready to fly into this hellstorm?" Remi asked. "As always old friend, it wouldn't be the same if i didn't" Marc Rolen replied grinning. They both entered the aircraft, "You know you could get into major trouble for this Marc, " Remi tried at him one more time. "Yes, yes i know Remi, but it wouldn't be the same if their wasn't that risk." Marc Reassured him. Remi checked his chronometer, another hour had passed

	Reilly just sat there, so quietly, her body only slighly swaying, it was dawn now, she could hear distant cannnon shots. She heard foot steps ever so slighlty, it was the shock troopers preforming recon around the town. She was sitting  on the edge of a fold-out chair when she heard a horrible noise, the sounds of marching, out-of-beat footsteps in the distance. 
"Oh holy throne, " a trooper at her left side muttered. She quickly threw down her rebreather and crouched at the edge of a rockcrete barrier, her hell-gun raised, she flipped the saftey off just when the traitors entered her view.
"Get an arch of fire!" A trooper yelled above her on a mounted heavy bolter. "Positions!" a leutenant cried.
A las-crack sounded of in the distance, folowed by a bright beam of light striking the building where the leutenant had screamed, nearly missing him.
"They're in view!" Crieal yelled to her left, positioned the same she was.
Las-cracks spilled from the traitors, and nearly all of them went wide and missed almost everyone.
"Feth! I'm hit!" a trooper screeched. "Fire!" the leutenant commanded.
Bolter fire screamed into the ranks of the enemy catching soldiers in the chest and shoulder spinning them wildly back to be trampled by their front marching soldiers.
"Main Rifles, hold fire! Wait until they're just close enough to knock down, " he yelled to the rest of his storm troopers. 
"Belay that order!" Captain Mcregar snapped back at him, As a solid round nearly missed her head, "Fire!" Crieal commanded cutting her completely off.
The 643rd 's hell-guns rang in simutaneous bursts knocking the ratior guard back ten by ten. More fell beneath the hell-guns massive rate of fire until they got just close enough.
"643rd! Short swords!" Crieal screamed. The storm troopers holstered their hell-guns onto their backs and pulled their infamous short swords from their packs. Their swords were a jet black with a gleaming metal edge, it ressembled a sort of zig-zagging blade.
The storm troopers ran at the unsuspecting traitor guard, they hesitated to fix their bayonets and once they did the 643rd were already lunging at them. 
Reilly slashed a man from the torso up to his neck, he tumbled backwards. She slashed again and caught a man at his shoulder and his head, blood ozzed from the man and he tried grasp his wounds as he slowly died. Reilly let out a ferocious battle cry sending near by traitor guard running in fear.

	Dimilean paced back and forth through the trench waiting for the vox to work again. Thunder clapped above their heads and rain started to fall. 
"Vision is down to half now, grox-shit, " dimilean said flatly staring across the battlefield. He continued to pace when the vox squeaked and a voice blurted through the reciver.
"Comm...and he.....re what is........situa...tion....dim......lean?" a low growl of a voice vibrated through the reciver. Dimilean raced over and picked it up, "Leutenant Dimilean here, situation, unstable, but unbroken, vision drop fifty percent, low on supplies, please advise over, " silence. "Doi.....ng the be.....t we c....n, but.....wil....tr...., to....much resitance......ov....r," the voice crackled. "Roger, what is the ETA on supplies? over, " dimilean tried at the piece of equipment. "Wilco, o......er," the voice stated and the vox went quiet again.
"Dammit, frakking idiot, didn't even hear me, " he threw the vox piece down. 

											II

	The Valkaryie Scremed over top of moutain ranges and guard camps. Remi Stared out the window imagining Reilly in her casual clothes before the occupation ever started. A violent shake woke him from his day dream and sent him into a frantic scramble for his restraint. As he finally unbuckled it the other fifteen guardsmen seeted around the craft jolted themselves up and others looked as if they were going to wet themsevles. "Marc what's going on?!" Remi exclaimed. He looked at the older man with wide eyes and realized that the pilot was clutching his bleeding almost torn off leg. " I will land her," The old pilot said in his calm tone, "You will be safe, for me, awaits the golden throne, good bye my friend, " Marc tried to work the sign of the aquilla on his chest but had berly managed it. Remi signed it back, then ran back twords the hatch and slammed his fist onto the button and the hatch whinned open to the view of a desolate waste land. The Troopers looked in astonishment and disgust, "Unbuckle!" Remi commanded over the loud wind and roaring engines. The troopers quickly unbuckled themselves and readied for an airdrop, Parachutes on, lasrifles buckled tightly to their chest and packs to their backs. They all stood in a line behind their commander and Remi nodded to them and saw the town to the far left, he felt a bad feeling in his gut and the valkaryie rocked violently again, this time throwing Remi and whoever was not holding onto the rails onto their backs. The dropship was going down, Remi realized this, he clenched the utility buckle on the deck and held for dear life. The troopers along with Colonel, attempted to rise and succeded, "Emergency drop now! " He screamed at them. They exited the ship and one of the troopers wasn't so lucky. Remi looked back and saw him cut in half by a loose cable and this severed body fall onto the forsaken land.

	"Fix Bayonets! " Mcreager  yelled at the top of her lungs. Her troopers obeyed and fixed their bayonets and fired inaccurate las-shots onto the oncomming Panterans, they met face to face, blade to blade, body to body. The troopers were extremly outnumbered, but yet the panterans didn't realize it, they were backing down, falling back, they thought the Uriahans were a bigger force than they actually were, with the fearful nature of the Shock Troopers, the Uriahans were destroying the traitor guard. Reilly saw a shock trooper fall at her side and realized that they weren't retreating, but regrouping.

	Dimilean, still pacing himself, thought, what did they hear? What did fething command hear? He saw valkaryies scream far overhead, he followed their path then saw the town below them was under heavy attack. "Uriahans! Up and Ready, Now!" He summoned them. Soldiers immideatly threw on their packs and fed their weapons with ammunition. Some already started to fix their bayonetes to be safe. "Men stand with me, for we march into hell, into the blistering arms of the enemy. We shall know no fear, and kill them where they stand!" A chorus of men answered him. The men fell in behind their commanding officers and marched in step. 

	The battle seemed to surge on for hours, Reilly looked down at her chronometer, it had only been ten minutes. The rebels just seemed to keep  materializing out of thin air. A las-shot whinned by her head and glanced of a barricade, then slammed into a oncoming rebel. Coincidential, she thought, then started to giggle. Troopers around looked at her confusingly. "Fire! Dammit!" she snapped at them. Peeking up she realized the traitors started to diminish. "Forward advance!" Mcreager and Crieal both shrilled. Guardsmen Thrusted forwards wrecking the traitors soundly. The panterans ran the only ways the could, and ran like mad men. The Two Regiments met face to face almost gunning down one another. "Who's your gakking commander?!" Mcreagar warranted at the opposite regiment. The guardsmen parted like building under a titans legs. Dimilean walked forward and she had second thoughts about who she just challenged. "Me, now who the gak are you, ma'am?" He said glaring her right in the eyes with his altering eyes. "Captain Mcreagar, Leutenant," she shot back at him. His lip was jumping as if aggitated. "Well now, one hell of a fight you saved us from sir," Crieal spoke after a period of silence. He walked up to the militant leutenant and saluted him briskly. Dimilean did not release his stance on the captain, he didn' even flinch. Reilly checked her chronometer discretly, eight forty seven, but dimilean's augmented eye caught her movement. "Young lady! Please step forward and tell me what time it is," Dimilean instructed her. "Don't Move Trooper," Mcreagar contradicted him, "Your not about command my regiment leutenant." "Use my rank against me one more time captain," He threatened her. She sheepishly backed down. Three Troopers ran up behind him, Emein Herd, Taik Malice, and  Asrek Opitat. "wait, wait sir please, not while in the open, "Malice interjected "Yeah, their's probably a sniper trained on us,"Opitat tried to convince him. Herd kept quiet just staring at the young girl. They held their gazes for another second or two, "Fething conscripts," Mcreager said under her breath turning around and walking back to the city. "That's It!" Dimilean lunged at her. "Oh holy feth, " Herd stated. The three ran at him and tackled him to the ground with a loud thump and a kick of dirt. "Holy throne, you are just as out of line as my sergeant!" she ranted at him. "I resent that," Crieal spoke up in the back ground. "Shut it you ugly fether!" Malice taunted him. "Your so fething lucky that command cannot offord to send a commissar this far out!" she screeched, he just glared up at her.

 	"Why can't we just fething shoot them?" Malice questioned. "Because then we'd have to clean body's up then deal with the paper work on that, not a good idea at all, "Herd had said back to him. The 751st made camp inside the city walls, a good distance away from the 643rd. "Well, "Malice said getting up, "I'm going to go find, uh, something, " he started walking towards a tent marked 'armory'. "Feth taik, whats with your obbsession with solid cal. guns?" Opitat said waking from his cot. "Beacuse they make a bigger bang, " he turned and faced Opitat," and a bigger wound, thats why 'sarge',"Malice responded sarcastically. "And that's why your not a 'scout', " Herd said moking him. Malice ignored them and kept walking towards the tent. Dimilean sat their silently, just staring across the way at the 643rds camp. "Stop worrying about that damn scalp commander, she's just a dumb gak that doesn't know her place, " Herd said, cleaning his las-rifle cautiously. "Was that an order, corpral?" He growled over his shoulder. "I dunno sir, is that what you want it to be?" he edged at him. Dimilean broke out a half smile, hid it and stood up. "I'm going to the mess hall, " he said finally, lighting an iho-stick, "don't follow me." Opitat was asleep again, and Herd stoop up mokingly and sat back down chuckling then went back to his rifle. Dimilean walked away with his coat tails whipping in the wind, he slowly faded. "Holy feth I just dreamed something horrible, " Opitat expressed slowly waking up. "Was it Taik in his underwear again?" Herd said stopping and looking up at him, "I bloody told you to stop that fething shit!" he said with a straight face, he couldn't hold it for long enough. He broke into laughter and went back to cleaning his las-rifle. "No you fething idiot, holy throne, nevermind, " Opitat rolled back over.  Herd checked his chron, it was nine twenty three. Malice finally appeared again, frowning and his head lowered. "Whats with you?" Gale Paver asked him. "I found an old single-action revelover, " Malice relpied sitting back down on his cot, " but they said it was only for sergeants and up," Opitat woke again.

	Remi woke, he was in a hole with his parachute covering him. He cut the strings holding it and ripped through it with his combat knife. Looking around he saw two soldiers knocked out cold. Another was wailing in pain, Remi made his way over to him, keeping his head low, he reached him. "Sssh, stay quiet, we don't know whats out here," he tried to calm the man. "Agh, it hurts so fething bad sir," the man groaned. "I know, I know, just stay quiet, " he repeated himself. "Sir, yes sir," the trooper replied. Long-las up, another trooper  was already awake and took a lookout position up on a pile of rocks. "Corpral Kerk, sitrep, " Remi whispered to the man. "Not one fething thing in sight, just grey plains, craters, and scorched skeletons, " Kerk replied coldly.	

											III

	He saw it, so vividly, so beautiful. It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen. Every little thing was embroided in gold lace, purple, white and black curtains. The celing adorned with a a white and gold master piece, praised high above, lining the dome. Men were dressed in their ravishing gold or white lined undercoats, sleek black trousers, shinned black shoes or boots, black leather gloves oiled to a shine, a black/white/purple cape bristling off their shoulders, and a masqure with the matching theme colors to top it all off. The women had elegant dresses matching those same colors drapped over their bodies, black long lace gloves, their choice of heels or thigh high heels, and the same masqure for the women. Couples had began dancing to an enchanting classical sound. Others stood around feasting tables or talking amoungt one another. They danced with a passion and step that could have been mistaken for a set of professionals. The men had long white or black hair, the women blonde or black flowing locks. Some faces he could not decipher, but some he could see. Asrek, Taik, and Emein were all dancing gracefully with their women of choice. Gale was at the end of a feast table, stuffing himself. But one face stood out from the others. A light, thin face, shoulder length blonde and silver hair, a thin delicate body. She had started walking towards him when he noticed her. She came closer and closer with each graceful step. She finally got close enough to feel the heat of her body and see her face, she touched his shoulder-

	"Sir!, " Paver had shaken him out of his trance like state. Dimilean looked up, he saw a gray sky with x of metal lining the top of the building, seeming scorched. His eyes trailed the walls, they were also scorched. The floor was white, caked with dust and debrie. Three men were scouring the ruins. "Sir?" Paver called to him again. He finnaly sanpped out of it. "I told you not to follow me, am I getting, i don't know, less scary or less in command?" He questioned with a agaitated look upon his face. "Sorry, " Herd said lifting a piece of rockcrete up, "You've been gone for quite a while, " he checked his chron, "About forty five minutes sir." Opitat was gliding carefully through the fallen celling, gripping a heavy solid cal. single action revolover in his right hand. Malice had a depressed look on his face. "Yeah, so we should be heading back to camp now, to atleast get some rest," Dimilean was still looking blankly at the decrepid old ball room, "Or maybe just keep looking wide eyed, ok then," Paver said sighing and walking towards the massive archway, the other three tailing him. Dimilean had already turned and walked out of the caved in building without realizing it. He felt the fresh air rush against his face and rubbed his gloved hand against his bald head. He faded out and collapsed onto his side. The four turned and rushed to his side helping him up. Their voices were echoing in his head, distorted, and had completely faded out again.

	The Civilians layed in disarray. The streets cluttered with men and women trying to find a safe refuge from the utter chaos of the local gangs. Three men were hudled in a small alley around a burning barrel, their clothes were torn and mangled. He was walking down the street, avoiding drawing attention and only moving to evade feeling civilians. About seven men and three women, clad in ragged flak armour and their grey and red fatigues glowing only slightly in the low light, were harassing a group of people. Pointing their auto guns and shouting orders. One man took a civilan women by the back of her head and dragged her back to their truck. He averted his eyes back down at the street to avoid the horrid sight of it. The street seemed to stretch on forever, the morbid society around him slowly decaying. Buildings to either side of him, boarded up and forgotten. The high tenant buildings loomed over head, lifeless and cold. A man on a balcony looked down at him and nodded, he nodded back and the man disappeared into the darkened room. Another man in black clothes and a dark great coat on the opposite side of the street glanced up at him and looked back down. A woman clutching a small child with a bullet wound in its chest stared up at him, he nodded and kept walking down the empty street. A building with a defaced Aquila hanging above the doorway was being raided by the similar clad men and women, once they broke inside gun shots rang. One man walked casually out the back door without being noticed and disappeared into the shadows. He had finally reached his destination. A tenant building that was decrepit and falling apart. He walked around the side and slammed his fist on a small garage door, it cracked open, "Pantera must fall, " He uttered. The door opened quickly, he slid in and it slammed behind him.
"Took you long enough Lek, " One man said leaning up against a wall next to a boarded up window viewing the street. "Well I couldn't exactly rush it with the activity on the streets today, " Lekler Maxon said removing his coat revealing an auto-pistol holstered on his side. "Oh and thanks for the consideration for my dead friend lekler, " Ophelia Serephin interjected. "And what could I have done ophelia? If I showed any sign of worry, they'd smell it from a mile away, any emotion shown can lead to serious side effects, including death, " Lekler answered, Ian Dewer chuckled at his cold joke. "He's right ophelia, for once he is, " Lekler glared at him, "Oh and did you happen to see Brein on your stroll here?" Dewer questioned. "Yes but it seemed like he had more pressing matters at hand at the mill." Lekler shot back. "Looks like somethings causing a little bit of a stur around here guys," Ulrich Vek stated peering out on the street. 

										Chapter III

	A man appeared in Greere Kerk's crosshairs and his finger squeezed slowly on the trigger, "No, that shot will alert the others, we don't want guests at this party, " Remi said hushed. Kerk Pulled his finger of the trigger and rested it on the body of his long-las. "How many of the others are awake, and or not dead? " Kerk asked keeping his eyes locked on the rebels across the plain. "About five alive but not awake, another five awake and readying themselves, one is completely unconcious, " Remi sighed, "The last one died on impact, emperor rest his soul, " he said at last. The two were prone staring out onto the plains, trying to find someway to move without being spotted. A convoy rolled past them, too close for confort. They instictivly layed flat out of sight. "That's our only chance, " Remi said and Kerk looked at him confused. "Did I miss something, or did I just go deaf for a split second before you said that? " Kerk asked, "I didn't say anything I was thinking it, " Remi replied back. "The trucks, " he said finally, "If we can find a way to comandeer a couple of them, we'll have a slight chance to get past all of the check points, or well whats left of them." "I might be able to help with that sir, " Sergeant Darrell Cullen appeared from behind them. "How's the rest of the squad sergeant?" Remi asked him. "Well the ones who are awake are ready to fight, and two more of them woke up, " Cullen replied. "Unfortuantly that's still not enough to be able to-" "Feth please don't tell me thats a tank, " Kerk interjected cutting Remi off completely. "What? Where?" Remi said looking through his scope. "Oh emperor on earth thats a damned armoured column, " Kerk said feeling doomed. "Well that blows my plan out of the water, great, what now sir?" Cullen asked. Remi layed there with his scope up to his eye, surveying the armoured column closely. "Sir?" Cullen asked again. "There you are you sorry bastard, " Remi stated. "There's who sir?" Kerk asked. "The Commanding officer on top of the vanquisher, " Remi replied and Kerk adjusted his scope and peered through it, "I can hit him, but like you said that'll draw too much attention-" "Exactly, take him out to cause a diversion and sneak past while they're out searching for the killer." Remi said cutting him off. "Do you really think they'll care? It just gives someother slith-bag a chance to become head arse hole." Cullen replied back. "Great feth your right, " Remi cursed and went back to his scope. "I guess we'll have to wing it then huh sir?" Kerk said after a long tension filled silence. Remi didn't reply, he simply just nodded got up and walked over to the makeshift command post they had set up at the crash site. Three soldiers lie on cots in a medic tent, another seven eating, talking, cleaning their weaponry. Remi walked up to the last one that didn't look alive, but somehow he was. He noticed his face, and his name, 'Adrain Keader'. The man that was groaning in pain out on the plains, feth, Remi thought, what made him go into a coma so fast? What could've- a distant explosion cut Remi's thought process off. He trigger his vox-bead , "Kerk or Cullen what was that? Or was that just my imagination that something just blew up?" "Negative, " Cullen replied, " Sorry sir Kerk is busy trying to find out what happened, it seems as if one of the tanks discharged their ammunition at something sir." "Really sergeant? I thought that this planet just decided to blow something up on occasion, of course it was one of the tanks, " Remi shot back at him, "Find out which one and report back." "Sir yes sir, " Cullen said almost immideatly after. Remi surveyed their little command post, feth, he thought again, we're doomed out here.

	Relak looked down at his chron and another thrity minutes have passed since the last battle they had. He'd sent three squads of guardsmen to see if they could salvage anything from what was out there. "Colonel Relak to all salvage squads, " He said in an impatient tone, "Has anything been found, repeat has anything been found?" "Sir this is sergeant Deville squad two, I can't believe what i'm seeing right now, this is just horrid sir, " He answered back, apprehension filling his voice. "Well what is it dev? Is it important enough for me to come down there?" Relak replied irritated, the commissar still breathing down his neck. "Sir I think it just might fit that critieria, it will explain a lot when you see it with your own eyes sir, " Deville answered back even more nervous. "Alirght sergeant, i'm en route, out, " Relak grabbed his effects and walked over to a salamander that was genrously provided by a squad he found doomed in a fire fight. He jumped aboard and made his way over to the stubber pintle mount and grabbed onto it as if was the only thing keeping him in the agile armoured vehicle.  "Head to squad two's coordinates, they said they've found something," Relak said with the irritation leaving his voice, "Double time." Four other soldiers were in the salamander with Relak, they were acting as his body guard for out of camp missions. "You know i really don't need to be baby sat, " Relak said leaning down. "Yeah well we dont want to be going out there right now sir, but the commissar said we have to for your sake, " A young corpral replied. "Great, at least I know he's still a complete arse hole, " Relak said with a smile, the corpral and his fellow guardsmen chuckled and laughed at the cold humor. Relak reached back up to the stubber and looked out across the plains. He saw Deville's squad come into view and the truck slowed to a halt in front of a wreked vanquisher. Relak hopped out of the salamander and greated the sergeant which gave him a crisp salute, "So what is it you absolutely needed me to see sergeant, " Relak said returning the gesture. "We found something that might just give an answer to why these men are so determined to kill us, " Deville said more confident now. "Well show me then sergeant before Neikrits decides to send a fething search party out for me." "Sir yes sir," Deville lead him over to the hole in the hul armour which gave them view to what was inside. "Emperor on earth, thats just- wow- how the-, " Relak just couldn't grasp what he was seeing.  "Does that clear up why they're so determined sir?" Deville said. Relak nodded and stood up, "Take picts of that, now we know what we're up against, lets just hope they don't show themselves snytime soon, " He said turning back towards the salamander, "Oh and one more thing, get a priest down here and bless all of you, i'll do the same, " He boarded the truck and sped off back to the camp.

	"How is he?" Paver asked the medicae. "Stable, but I really can't tell you why he just passed out, it makes no damn sense, ' He said walking over to Dimilean's cot. "We'll find out though, we can't have him just passing out on the battle field, " Paver said to him. "Well don't worry about that cause he's not leaving this tent or this bed until I figure out whats wrong, " the medic replied back. "I resent that and i'm not going to lay in a bed any longer, " Dimilean said sitting up. "Oh no you don't your not get-" Dimilean punched the man in the stomach, not very hard though. The medic grunted and Dimilean simply moved him out of the way and stood up. "Well that was something that didn't need to happen, but it did, " He said dawning his great coat, bolt pistol and chainsword, "Now what's the sitation with the hive city?" Paver just stood there confusingly, "The hive city sir? I have no clue, why?" "Because Gale, " he started  leaving the tent Paver folowing him while the other three tailed them. "While i was passed out, something well, at the cost of sounding anymore insane than I already am, spoke to me, " he said masking his hesitance. "Uh, spoke to you sir?" Malice asked trying to keep up. "Yes, i can't really explain what it was or how it did it, but it did." "What exactly is 'it' sir?" Paver asked. "How the feth should I know Paver? Did I magically turn into a psyker while i as out?" He asked the corpral. "No sir, you didn't, but it really doesn't make any sense-" "You think I don't already know that? Either way, something's going to happen in Pantera, something massive." Dimilean said. He stopped immiediately in his tracks, Paver halted beside him, the last three ran into each other with force. Paver chuckled and Dimilean stared forward. "Sir? if you pass out again, atleast warn me this time, " Paver said in all seriousness. "No, its not that, " Dimilean trailed of, then a horrid look drifted its way on to his face, "Emperor on earth, I need to vox command, now." He ran towards the comms bunker across the camp, the four jolted and matched his pace.

	This world is hopeless he thought, no way will we able to get this city back to its old luster. "Stop thinking so damn negatively Lekler, " Ophelia said to the left of him. "Wait what? Get out of my fething head Ophelia, and unless you can come up with a good plan to try and fix what these frakking people did, we're hopeless. " He said to her. "Well if you don't stop thinking like that, i guess all this work i've done will be lost in a maelstrom then, right?" Oan Brein said entering the room. "We're in the holy throne did you come from? More importantly how did you get in without us knowing?" Ian asked the man. "I have my ways, and also we need to find out someway to contact the Imperium somehow." Their was an extremly long pause, everyone stared at Oan like he was mad or wanted to be killed. "What? it's more of a plan than using brute force against brutes, " He answered the obvious. "Well I think we might be able to pull it off, but no one really cares what I think, do they?" Ulrich said stil staring out on the street, "What the feth? Where did all the activity go?" "Your welcome for that, its not easy to distract a whole garrison of Panteran Rebels without a tonne of porno slates and liquor, which i didn't have by the way," Oan spoke up. "Then how did you- Nevermind, I don't want to know, " Ophelia tried to ask. "Oan, what did you do in the last hour?" Lekler asked him "A lot, might wanna narrow that down a tad bit, " Oan said with his usual sarcasm. "How did you distract them so easily? What did you use?" Lekler asked again. "Well without the things i mentioned, lets see, used about Three las-guns and a mag of my own blot pistol, " Oan answered him. "When the hell did you get a bolt pistol? Last time i checked you had a las-pistol, " Ian questioned him. "Dead officers are a wonderful thing Ian, exsepcially when the have access to the good things, like this," He help up his brandished bolt pistol, "Oh and this ," He rumaged through his bag and found an object wrapped in a cloth. "Ulrich, I think you might like this, "He started unwrapping it and it took the form of a ornate rifle of some sort. "Aha finally got it, " Oan unwraped the final piece of cloth, to reveal a Needler Sniper Rifle. "Holy Emperor on earth Oan, how did you get this?" Ulirch asked him. "No more questions people, this is yours Ulrich, " he handed the rifle to him, "We need to get to some kind of communication, that's our only chance." "I may have a place, its going to be tricky though, " Ophelia spoke up in the back ground. She looked out the window towards the nearest rebel command post. "Oh no, feth no, their is no way in the warp we can make it in and out without alarming someone or thing, " Lekler tried to reject it. "Now, who said anything about being quiet? We just need enough people, or just be smarter than those idiots." She contradicted him. "I like it, " Ulrich said. "Well ofcourse you would, you wouldn't be in the direct line of fire, you'd be up in the higher floors of the building, " Ian shot at him. "Well, granted Ian, but still, its the only chance in the warp to fix whats happened here, to save whatever souls still wander here, " Ulrich said. There was a long pause from everyone, looking amoungst one another for answers they didn't have. "I'm in, " Lekler said. "So am I, no way am I missing this, " Oan chimed in. "You already know we are, " Ophelia said gesturing towards her and Ulrich. Ian sat there, wondering if this was the right idea, "Alright, looks like i'm in to, if i'm not who's gonna keep your arses out of trouble?" "Then it's settled, by tommorrow we need to capture that command post,  " Oan said, "Lekler find people to round up, we're going to need more man-power." Lekler nodded, "On it, " he dawned his coat and gear. "Ulrich, find the optimal spot to prvide cover while were inside the building, " Oan said to him. "No problem there, " He grabbed his new rifle and his long-las with extra ammo and equipment and headed up stairs via the fire escape. "Ophelia and Ian, you two need to come up with a plan on how were going to do it, " He turned and said to them. They both nodded, " Don't worry, we'll figure it out, after I did come up with it, " Ophelia smiled and pulled out a piece of parchment and began writing on it. "I need to head down to the mill, " He put on his great coat, and headed out of the room. "Oh and do be careful while i'm gone, "Oan smiled and left the building. 

											II

	Reilly was in her tent, waiting for something to happen, for something to get her motivated. She felt a cold breeze come across her neck, she jolted, drawing her short sword, her eyes glancing over everything in the room. A noise of a breath sounded close to her shoulder, as if someone was right behind her. "Show your fething self!" She yelled at the unseen person. The feeling faded and Criel appeared in the doorway, looking confused. "You ok Blair? you look like you saw a ghost." "No, well something like that, don't worry about it, what did you need now?" Blair asked him. "We have new orders, we might be folded over into the 751st, they're going to need help with whatever command is planning for them, " He said turning around to walk out of the tent. He sopped for a second, waiting for her to reply, silence. He walked out and she sighed, set her sword down, and looked around the room, the feeling never returned that morning. She checked her chron, nine thrity six. She thought of that man again, trying desperatly to remember him, she couldn't. Reilly looked up and she saw something, An eight foot tall power armour clad thing, gleaming white armour clashed with steel and gold icons dangling off the armour plating. It wielded a black polished storm bolter and an evicerator chainsword. Its helmet and armour looked as if it were from the old ages, but tattered and war torn. It muttered something gutterally and knelt down to her. She blinked and it was gone, 'What the hell was that?' she thought. She closed her eyes and visions started to come to her, ones that she'd never had seen. 
Massive clad armoured men, thousand of them, slaying deamons, in a desolate wasteland. The men were losing, greatly. Casualties left and right, she'd started crying for no reason. A massive Greater Deamon appeared, a Blood Thirster. It let out a horrid roar and the lesser deamons went into a frenzy, clawing down the armoured men. The deamon drew closer, until close enough ro strike with its axe and claws. It swept is great axe, sending four of the men flying. The one she saw before, he stood against the Blood Thirster. It threw its claws at him, he dodged and rolled towards the deamon's legs. The evicerator bit into the  back of the deamon's knee, and it bit deep. The Blood Thirster screamed and swept with its axe, but the man jumped, landed on the axe. The axe raised and he jumped off onto it's shoulder and grabbed onto its horn. He Shot at the top of its skull with his storm bolter, the muzzle flash was blue, not orange. He created a a weak enough wound to penetrate its skull. He grabbed his chainsword with both hands, but the deamon shook and he had lost his grip on it. The sword fell and landed hard on the ground. He growled and bawled his fist and rammed them into the wound. The Blood Thirster roared and screamed in pain and tried to grip the armoured man beating at its skull. He finally got through the iorn like bone skull and a foul black ichor came spilling out. The deamon roared and shook more violently. He got down to it brain, he ripped open the gash with his armoured hands and gripped his storm bolter, he unleashed what was left in the magazine into the deamon's head. It stopped growling and shaking, it blinked and dropped its axe. A few seconds after it fell to its knees, realizing what was happening he jumped off and landed on his back. He looked around, dazed, he saw the lesser deamons running in fear, scrambling to get away. He stood up and walked over to his chainsword that lay next to the corpse. He picked it up, mangled and dented as it was, he fingered the ingnitor rune and it came alive. He walked over to the Blood Thirster's lifeless carcass. He liftled the evicerator above his head and swong it down biting into the deamons horn. It fell off, smoking and sizzling. He gripped it and turned to his bretheren, lifted the horn and screamed, "FOR THE EMPEROR!" a chorus of howling men replied back to him. 

	Dimilean marched into the comms bunker, "Give me a secure link with command, now," He ordered the comms officer. "On who's authority?" He questioned Dimilean. "Mine, Second Leutenant Oscat Dimilean, 751st Uriahan, get me a secure link with command, please," He told him again. "Wow, he said please, I think I feel the warp freezing over about now, " Herd said under his breath. "Well if we can find a link at all, vox is down to nothing right now, we'll let you know," The officer said. Dimilean didn't look mad, but he turned and punched the officer in the gut, same occurence as the medicae. "That again, didn't need to happen," He said moving the man out of the way, "But it did anyway."  He moved to the vox operator, "Now, You, get me a secure line with command, Now." "Sir yes sir, immeadietly," the young man said, scarred slithless. "Got it, here take this, " the boy handed the receiver to Dimilean. "Command this is Second Leutenant Oscar Dimilean, we need authorisation to mount an insertionon Pantera, I have a gut feeling that something huge is going to happen." "Well, you know as well as I do Dimilean, it's way too risky for an entire offensive, but for a small insertion, I, " There was a long pause, "I'd have to confer with the the other warmasters, but they have a different plan." "What plan would that be sir?" Dimilean questioned. "Titans, Dimilean, a full scale attack on it, an entire Legios, level the entire city." "No fething way sir, their are still thousands of civilians still in there, desperate for survival, their's no way they can-" "Yes their is, and they will, if we can't prove that the entire city isn't falling apart." Krill answered. "Well that's gonna be hard as hell to prove, can you delay them?" Dimilean asked. "For as long as i can Dimilean, i'll keep you updated as well as I can, Command out, " Krill said and the line went dead. "Well, we have even less time than i thought we did, " He said after a moment or two, "Well boys, sit tight until i say so, alright?" "Sir yes sir," The lot replied in unison and walked out of the bunker.

Before Mcreager could even stand an explosion shook the ground. She lost balance butcaught herself on a tent. Men around her looked worried and confused. She tried to figure out what was going on, she almost did until a mortar shell impacted right in front of her. She flew backwards, unconcious she layed cold on the ground. A sergeant and fourteen other guardsmen ran past her, "Sir! it looks like the captian over there," A guardsmen yelled poiting at the body. "Emperor on earth," He said looking in horror, "Medic! Get overhere now!" The medic ran over to her body, "She's alive, just knocked out cold sir, we need to get her to the medicae tent," He said reassuring the sergeant.