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Mireal look at the data slate of her last mission. The only reason she was alive was due to her armour. She had enlisted a new memeber from a veteran guardsmen squad. It was at the end of the mission were they had banish the daemon. Then their was a bright light, one of the veteran demolition charges had gone off. What set if off was unknown, her team was still investigating what caused it. Yet due to that explosion her entire retinue had been destroyed. That was the main reason she came her. She would need to replace her retinue and where better to find skilled individuals then a battlefield. She continued to look over the data slate then suddenly she got a message. "Inquisitor Lord, were about to exit the warp and enter real space." said the captain over the vox. "Very well, I'll be at the bridge right away." said Mireal as she got up and made her way down to the bridge. As she entered the Bridge everyone got up and saluted her. "As you were." said Mireal as everyone then got back to work. "Exiting warp space in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... now." said the captain as the ship exited the warp. "What our location." ask the captain. "We're just outside the asteroid field near Ickvus 4." said an officer. "How long until we reach Ickvus 5." ask the captain. "About an hour and half of terrain time." said the officer. "Set a course, keep shields up, comm open and the weapons hot." said Mireal as she then took a seat beside the captain.

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*On Ickvus 5*

"Send in the next wave, we need to capture that bridge, we can't afford to blow it up. It's the only way we can get amour support to the front lines" yelled a junior officer. A wave of guardsmen went in firing at bunker as they ran up to it only to be gunned down by bolter and heavy bolter fire. "Sir, motors are in place. Their hiding behind some ruins." said a sergeant. "Tell fire at these coordinates, Now." said the officer. "Yes sir, Time Fire Rain, fire at position 51,62 sector 3b." said the sergeant. Then serveral motor shots hit the bunkers but one of the shots hit the bridge. Yet not much damage was done. "Send in the next wave." said the officer. The guardsmen began to run towards the bunker but this time it didn't open fire. "All troop move up." said the officer as he head towards the bunker. Just as the guardsmen began to arrive at the bunker and bridge the bunkers began to open fire and mowed down all the guardsmen. They had fallen for the trap. "Throw the frags." yelled the junior officer as he got ready to throw a frag grenade but before he could a heavy bolter shell rip right through him killing him. The entire guard platoon had been destroyed.

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Sephial walked towards the command bridge of the strike crusier Blood Roar.
''Captain, when will we arrive to Ickvus?'' Sephial asked the captain of the Blood Roar.
''I have a name you know. It is Fred Thates. And we are about to exit the warp. Exiting in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 now.'' Fred Said.
''Yea yea Fred, but what is our position?'' Sephial asked.
''Near Ickvus 4, it should take us about 1 hour to arrive to Ickvus 5.'' Fred answered calmly.
''You know what to do, bring us there as fast as you can, withouth crashing.'' Sephial said with a broad smile.
1 hour later when they arrived to Ickvus 5.
''Sir, we sighted another ship, it's the Battle Barge Angels Fury of the Flesh Eaters chapter.'' A officer said.
''Flesh Eaters you say, can you open a vox channel to the Angels Fury? Sephial Asked.
The officer started to work.
''A vox channel has been made, sir.'' The officer said.
''Hail brother Astrates, I am Sephial 4:th captain of the Blood Swords, who do I have the honour of talking to?''

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The Grey Knights battlebarge Emperor's Justice ripped out of the warp, its precious cargo readying themselves for the battle to come. Trails of raw warpstuff clung to the ship but soon disintegrated into nothingness and the black void was silent again as death itself. The Emperor's Justice drifted through space toward Ickvus 5 and stopped in orbit and began its complex scans and procedures of the planet below, not once acknowledging the hails from the other ships in orbit. The silence had a purpose, they did not yet know what was down there and how to react and so until then they would be quiet on what they were doing.

William stood on the bridge of the Emperor's Justice in full battle regalia watching the readouts in front of him and the planet below. His face was calm like the surface of the deep ocean, the surface nothing like what was going on beneath it, his eyes staring hard at what he was reading. "You know just as well as all of us what must be down there." said James, William's second in command and oldest friend. James was taller then most but skinnier with long wavy blonde hair and deep brown eyes, he carried a force spear as did most Grey Knights but his had a longer and serrated edge.

Without turning William asnwered, "I know what must be down there brother, otherwise we wouldn't have been sent in such force." he turned to his friend and placed his hand on his shoulder, "Ready the men, I will be with you soon." James nodded and made his way out of the bridge. As the blast doors closed William turned back to the crew, "Open up a feed on all channels so that everyone here can hear me." One of them nodded and William began to speak, "I am Captain Tolle of the Grey Knights aboard the battlebarge The Emperor's Justice. We have been sent here to aide in the defence of this world and eradicate any and all daemons, daemonic entities and users of daemonic powers, anyone that we find aiding these cults and or daemons will be killed immediately on sight. We are open to others who are loyal citizens of the Emperor planetside and if anyone else who has come to aide these people wishes to speak with us our lines are open. The Emperor Protects."

The screen went blank and William said, "If anyone contacts the ship patch them through to me immediately. We are going planetside to figure this problem out, let the rest of these ships know that they are more then welcome to help."

The doors to the hangar bay opened and William made his way over to the Thunderhawk that he and his men were going to be using to get planetside. While teleporting was quicker he wanted a closer look at where they were landing first before deciding whether or not they could use that ancient device. As the ramp closed behind him he faced his men and placed his helmet on, "For the Emperor brothers." "For the Emperor!" They shouted back and the Thunderhawk took off and sped for the planet below, the Emperor's Justice truly had come to Ickvus 5.

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"A fortress is a living thing: the commander its brain, the walls its bones, the sensors its eyes and ears, the troops its blood, their weapons its fists. This tells us two things: If one organ fails, the whole dies. And if the whole dies, no single organ can survive alone."
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Laeradis walked along the communications trench towards the command bunker. He could hear the distant beat of the heavy guns followed shortly after by the close impact of shells. He had been sent here with the 117th shock troop regiment over six months ago. When the Imperial forces gained a hundred metres on the battlefield they seemed to get pushed back fifty. Hopefully that was going to change though due to the impending arrival of the astartes. The Emperor's angels had been called in to crack the nut that was Ickvus V.

As Laeradis reached the command bunker he could hear the gathered voices inside frantically shouting orders down vox consoles to units somewhere along the trenches.
"Ah Lt.Qurze just the man i need." said Colonel Varakian
"Colonel what would you have me do?" replied Laeradis knowing that from Varakian's track record of giving him missions that involved his unit doing something most commanders would assinged a platoon to.
"We just lost contact with section B-7 of the trench. The last reports had them starting an assault on the enemy trench now we have lost contact and have reason to believe that there may now have been a counter charge. What we want you and your kasrkin to do is to clear our trench of enemy forces and if possible counter charge the enemy line." Varakian told Laeradis with all the pomp and regalia one would expect from a noble born with no idea about war.
"Yes sir I'll vox command once the trench has been reclaimed." replied Laeradis as he snapped a crisp salute and left the bunker.

Laeradis tuned his vox to his squads channel "Paraxes get the squad geared up you know the drill someones has fragged something up we are on clean up." ordered Laeradis
"Yes Lieutenant Paraxes out." Paraxes said with a sneer in his voice
Laeradis could understand why but orders were orders.......
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Sealtiel was in full armour. His Inner Sanctum was silent. Its walls were lined with hundreds of alcoves each one containing a fanged skull with a name engraved upon it in High Gothic. Thousands of swinging candles slowly drifted around him as he knelt on one knee, his sword held in the palms of his hands and muttered “For Sanguinius and the Emperor I shall smite the Traitors from the material realm” his shield, which contained the blessed golden-white feather of his Primarch-Progenitor Sanguinius was attached to his left rise tightly.

The Flesh Eater placed the blade down and reached for the sparkling, marble goblet covered in shimmering gems and rubies on the alter in front of him. He pulled it towards his fanged mouth and placed the cold stone on his lips, he tilted his head back and let the ice cold liquid slip down his pale throat. He pulled away the drinking vassal, his lips flickered with red. The Astartes wiped it away with his forearm grimly and placed the goblet back on its altar next to a necklace of sharp fangs and stood, retrieving his blade and sliding it into his scabbard at his right side.

The Captain clipped his plumed helm at his side and turned, breathing in the incense drifting in the air. The Thane of Blood-Fall let his hair cover his face, only slithers of his extremely pale skin and black eyes still showed but that was enough to incite fear into the enemy on Ickvus 5 far below. Sealtiel walked towards the two giant golden doors that were flanked either side by a pair of statues of Sanguinius raising a sword into the air in his right and a laurel in his right, a pair of red glowing rubies embedded within its eyes.

The doors swung open automatically, a pair of Chapter Serfs in red and black uniforms pulling them apart to let a small gleam of dank light inwards. Sealtiel nodded to both men as he came into a banner lined hall that showed the Flesh Eaters many campaigns since their formation during the Third Founding. Some showed Astartes lifting dead Orks into the air by the throat, the giant creature holding on tightly to the Commanders wrist. Another showed a Chaplain landing on a Chaos Space Marine of the Word Bearers Legion, Crozius Arcanum crushing its horned helmet.

Sealtiel kept walking until he came into a much more darker section. It was filled with preserved Xeno corpses, many cut open they each floated in white glowing status fields. Some were long dead species exterminated by the Flesh Eaters, Razor Wings, Soul Reapers and many more. Others were more well known such as Orks and Eldar in all colours and allegiances. Others were simply weapons, all that could be saved from the dead. Only these Xeno mattered. Many more had been destroyed but those had not put up a good enough fight to be remembered.

The Astartes found himself remembering past battles as he left the Hall Of Remembrance and came out onto a large freight elevator that ran the height of the Angels Fury, it was covered in vehicles mostly Rhinos but a Predator and a pair of Whirlwinds idled in one corner, a Scout Squad standing guard nearby at a at ease stance with their Bolters and Shotguns pulled into the soft part of their elbow. The Captain nodded at their Sergeant, a dark haired and pale skinned Flesh Eater from the Tenth Company and grinned as the elevator stopped at the vehicle garage, the weapons of war revved their engines and drove through the large bulkhead doors.

After the vehicles and Scouts had departed the elevator continued onwards, passing great glass sections that showed vast hangers and cargo bays, thick metal ribs held the glass together. Sealtiel could see red dots far below, Flesh Eaters, training in hand to hand combat with each other. The elevator shuddered to a stop and Sealtiel stepped off into a skeleton filled hallway, each one had its hands clasped together and stared at the Captain with blank sockets as he walked down the hallway towards the giant golden doors that led onto the bridge.

The bridge was a vast expanse spanning nearly a entire football field, rows upon rows of consoles manned by Chapter Serfs spanned the distance. Servo-Skulls hovered around, scrolls hanging from them as they bobbed in amongst each other. Several Astartes moved along the rows, their faces obscured behind grinning masks. A giant Command Throne, with long metal rods reaching up to the cavernous ceiling sat in the very centre of the consoles upon a raised dais made of dotted marble. To the left of the bridge sat a giant metal obstruct, narrow slits were the only thing that let the crew see the depraved Navigators that dwelt within, the gibbering creatures twitching in the red light.

At the front and centre of the bridge was a giant glass circle that allowed the crew to see the space ahead. It also allowed them to see the cathedral like spires that rose up from the hull of the Angels Fury like raised fingers. Each one had dozens of small point defence cannons upon it, the larger guns being mounted at the prow and flanks of the ancient vessel. The Captain began to walk forwards swiftly, his leopard skinned cloak flapping at his heels. The Command Throne was currently vacant by both Sealtiel and the current master of the watch who was now where in sight.

The Throne was magnificent in itself. Its arm rests were formed from the gold tipped bones of Space Marines, each one a half spine and skull where his hands would rest. Now grooves were made in the skulls from the hands of a hundred commanders, all in perfect position. A pair of wings were engraved in its backrest, in the centre the words Pax Sanguinius. The Captain smiled and took a seat, four metal semi circles slid up from within its arm rests and wrapped around his lower arm, intergrading him with the ship.

Messages and information flooded through his mind, codes and letters. The Captain tried to pull himself up as pain flooded through his nerves, he sat back down and laughed slightly as he welcomed it and said in a voice that seemed as if a hundred people were talking “Order the Second to rendezvous at the Primas Hanger in a hour, I shall make planetfall” a series of affirmatives came from the closest Serfs and the shackles moved away from his arms letting him stand he stumbled first and then regained his balance and began to head to the Sacrificial Chambers.

The Chambers smelt of spilled blood. The Thane Of Blood-Fall entered, passing the pair of motionless Astartes standing guard and stared around the well lit area with squinted eyes. The room stretched off into the distant, hundreds of blood stained slabs lined it many containing torn open bodies. Human bodies. Standing over each altar was a Flesh Eater, a small triangular dagger in one hand the other hand holding a bitten heart. This was said by the Flesh Eaters to strengthen them in battle and help Sanguinius guide them, the sacrifices were each voluntary, Serfs who had served the Chapter long and had offered themselves up to the Flesh Eaters.

Heads turned towards him, their eyes wide blood dripped from their fang filled mouths. This was the Second Company. Each Astartes were veterans of dozens of campaigns, many were badly scarred but they bore these markings as signs of honour and purity. Sealtiel walked along the line, his head turned sideways he stared into eyes he knew all to well until he came to his own altar at the end of the line. A man lay on it, his eyes milky from drugs he gabbled something and stared into the light above, a single bronze blade lay at his side a jewel embedded into its hilt.

Sealtiel took hold of the blade with both hands and scanned it as he raised it behind his head and muttered “For the Emperor and Sanguinius” and brought it down just below the mans chest bone, the man thrust upwards his restrains holding him in place he pulled it upwards and shattered bone. The mans mouth opened wide and blood leaked out, before his head finally fell back and showed he had died. The Captain reached within the chest cavity and felt around until he found the heart, he wrapped his fingers around it and gently pulled it away ripping veins away.

The heart rested in his gauntlet peacefully almost like a red apple. The Captain bared his fangs and pulled it to his heart he bit down and sent blood cascading to his feet in great, shimmering droplets. Each of the seven that fell showed him a image, at first he thought it was him but then realised he did not see himself within them but rather the winged Sanguinius. A tear of blood rolled down from the corner of his eye, joining the rest of the blood at his chin. Sealtiel dropped the heart, having taken most of it away with one bite. The war was about to begin.

The hanger was a cave of activity. Some fifty of his normal Astartes, five Astartes from each Squad along with his Command Squad stood in line to pay Chaplain Castiel who was flanked either side by a pair of Serfs, each one holding a brown basin filled with blood the Chaplain dipped his finger tips within and marked the pale faces of the Astartes. Three Thunderhawks were now being pulled from their cave like bays by large four wheeled vehicles crewed by Servitors.

The Death Company stood alone. These were Castiel’s flock, each loved the intensity of battle and had either fallen to the Black Rage or Red Thirst. Their armour was not the usual of the Flesh Eaters but rather a obsidian black marked only with red streaks, dried blood. They had all once been noble Space Marines but now the curses had took their toll on them but still they were the Emperors Finest, willing to die in battle a thousand times for Sanguinius and the Emperor.

“Sealtiel. Brother!” The Captain spun and found himself face to face with the short haired Company Champion, and his Second In Command, Brother Uriel walk towards him confidently, his long blade holstered. The Thane Of Blood-Fall smiled and replied “Uriel is Jeremiah within the Thunderhawk? I would not want him to miss the landing” the Astartes bared his fangs in a wicked grin and nodded “Yes Lord, Jeremiah longs to bring the Traitors to their knees”.

Silence took over the pair of Brothers as the Command Squad, Sanguinary Priest Raphael in his polished white armour, Standard Bearer Ezekiel with the Second Banner folded in his left hand a Lightning Claw in his right and finally Honoured Brother Barachiel who had clipped his Bolt Pistol and Power Sword at his side. The Captain lifted up his Helm and placed it on his head, he twisted it and with a hiss of steam it twisted, green lights flashed and indicated his Combat Squad Sergeants were ready.

Then a message sparkled in his ears-

“Hail Brother Astartes, I am Sephial 4th Captain of the Blood Swords, who do I have the honour of talking to?”

Blood Swords, thought Sealtiel with a smile and clicked the Vox bead at the side of his Helm replied almost ghost like “Cousins. Sephial. I am Captain Sealtiel, Thane Of Blood-Fall. It is good to see we are not the only Sanguine Ones present on this forsaken world! I shall be leading a strike force to the Imperial Guard Headquarters if you wish to speak face to face I suggest you travel there” he cut off the signal and pointed at the Thunderhawks with a outstretched hand bellowing “Brothers! We make for the planet!” and ran towards the third Thunderhawk where the Death Company stood, all twelve of them kneeling before Castiel who swung a incest burner and read from the Tome Of Blood.

The Captain raised his hand to signal his Command Squad to stop and wait for the Chaplain to finish his sermon. After three minutes he had and the Death Company stood as one, swords pointed in at their leader and slammed their free fist into their chest before walking up the rear hatch of the Thunderhawk. As Sealtiel walked past the Chaplain he placed a hand on his shoulder pauldron and whispered something into his ear.

At the forward section of the Thunderhawk was the Dreadnaught Jeremiah, his sarcophagus covered in purity seals his arms each ended in a pair of Power Fists each with a under slung Heavy Bolter. Painted upon its front was a glorious image of Sanguinius holding a sword in hand, bright light shinning from behind him. The Primarch’ armour was covered in the blood of Traitors, a mound of dead Astartes under his feet.

The other two Thunderhawks each contained twenty five Astartes, twenty five of the Emperors Finest. The third contained nineteen of the best Warriors within the Flesh Eaters along with Jeremiah. The Thunderhawks were each pulled into a long tunnel, their pilots flicked controls and wrapped their hands around handles and with a mutter of “For the Emperor” ignited the engines and sent a blinding white blast out behind them.
The Thunderhawks were thrown from the ship, great vapour clouds billowing out behind them as they hurtled towards the globe that was Ickvus 5. They passed larger vessels on the way, Imperial Transport ships and other Astartes warships. They passed a Grey Knight Battlebarge, Sealtiel staring at it with hidden eyes. The transports broke through the heavy clouds, sending them rolling over their hulls as a large Imperial Base began to rise towards them.

The Transports came in low, skimming trenches and bunkers their expert pilots the only ones capable of doing such a thing. The Thunderhawks came into a mostly empty area but Sealtiel knew it would soon fill, he ran one hand through his plumed helm and clicked his Vox saying “Brothers, do not remove your helms even if asked to do so I do not want to be fired at by our own this day” several of the green lights flashed and showed the Sergeants understood before the Thunderhawk clanked to a halt and the rear hatch began to pull down, the Death Company and Castiel were already standing ready to fight for Sealtiel if needed.

The Astartes charged down the ramp, Combat Squads set up perimeters and began to contact each other with all clears as Sealtiel clambered down his own, Jeremiah and the Command Squad were now standing around their beloved Captain as Castiel and the Death Company moved closer. Suddenly nearby doors were thrown open and Loyal Imperial Guardsmen moved outwards, their eyes bright with fear at seeing so many of the holy Astartes in one place. Before this day was over they would see many more.

Nyctophobia- Fear of the Dark Angel.

"No one ever spoke about of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"

'Killing a man is like fucking, boy, only instead of giving life you take it. You experience the ecstasy of penetration as your warhead enters the enemy's belly and the shaft follows. You see the whites of his eyes roll inside the sockets of his helmet. You feel his knees give way beneath him and the weight of his faltering flesh draw down the point of your spear. Are you picturing this?'
'Yes, lord.'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
'No, lord.'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'

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As Laeradis and his squad were traversing trench sector B-4 there was a screech of engines above their heads as a group of thunderhawks screeched overhead.

"Fraggin hell what pilot has the balls to fly that low above the trenches?" yelled Brethor
"Astartes lad don't worry they are on our side and hopefully they will end this campaign and we can get off this emperor forsaken rock. barked Laeradis as he barged his way past another gaggle of guardsmen standing in the trench.
"Astartes? Sir have you dealt with the Emperor's angels before? Quizzed Brethor
"Yes I fought alongside the 3rd company of blood angels during the campaign for Therax II. They fought with a righteous fury that I have never seen elsewhere and purged the chaos scum from the face of the planet." Laeradis told the youngest member of his squad. Suddenly Laeradis could hear the crack of las fire nearby.
"Cut the chatter sounds like it just hit the fan!" shouted Laeradis as he signalled Brethor, Ferrin and Paraxes to take up position on the left side of trench.

As they continued along the trench they could hear the screams of guardsmen and the chants of the chaos scum. A couple of las round smashed out of the corridor in front of them and against the wall. There was a dark cheer from ahead and the chanting became louder and more vigorous
"Prepare your bayonets lets repel these chaos scumbags!" Yelled Laeradis.

The first of the cultists spilled around the corner only be cut down by the precision fire of the kasrkin.
"Ferrin burn them out before they have a chance to react!" Barked Laeradis over the crack of las weaponry. Ferrin spun into the centre of the trench and was soon followed by a gout of flame that swept up the trench pushing back the cultists and purging the ones who were caught in the blaze. Laeradis' squad pushed on after the cultists hoping to push their advantage and regain the trenches when suddenly there was a loud bang and Ferrin's flamer stopped firing. Laeradis looked at Ferrin only to see the large gaping crater in his chest. As Laeradis looked back up the trench there was a giant in black and pink armour striding towards them bolter firing ripping chunks out of the trench walls.
"Fall back!" Screamed Laeradis as he shot the napalm tanks on Ferrin's back as the traitor astartes walked over his body. Laeradis opened a link on his vox to command "Colonel there are traitor astartes in the trenches we are falling back they have taken section B6 we are falling back request immediate support!" Screamed Laeradis...........
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"There." William pointed out the window to where a grouping of trenches was being over run. "Lower the ramp, we will land here, my thanks brother." He turned and walked down the length of the Thunderhawk and saw others above making planetfall and screaming past them, he shook his head at the foolishness. "Brothers! With me!" With the Emperor's name on their lips he and his men jumped from the Thunderhawk and landed amidst the retreating gaurdsmen. He activated his power mace and stood to his full heighth shooting a chaos marine in the face with his storm bolter, "Do not retreat! Stand firm soldiers of the Emperor for he is with you now!" His voice boomed across the battlefield and many of the guardsmen stopped and turned around and began shooting at the enemy. A group of chaos marines charged he and his brothers but they were no match for a squad of twelve Grey Knights in terminator armor and were cut down ruthlessly.

Like beacons on the battlefront he and his brothers began to slowly advance against the traitorous horde. He saw brother Godrin get overwhelmed by a group of possessed and fall only to get back up with a roar, his power sword glowing brightly as he cut them apart. William smiled as he saw what could only be one of the marines' leaders step up to challenge him, "Lapdog." spat the traitor as he brought his power sword up. William cracked his neck, "Coward." retorted William and with that the two combatants were at each other.

The chaos marine swung low at his legs but William slammed the head of his mace onto the sword and the two weapons dug into the ground. Without pause the marine slammed his fist in William's face but his helmet took the power out of the attack and he retaliated with his own fist, smashing the marine's exposed face. But before he could fire his storm bolter and finish the kill another marine jumped him from behind, William spun around with his mace in wide arc and hit the traitor square in the chest causing the armor to crumple like paper and blood to gush out.

The traitor stumbled back before he was torm apart by bolter fire, his squad was with him. As he turned he began to use his power, the world slowed around him and he saw the traitor marine, his mouth open in a snarl and his sword held high for a death blow. William stuck his hand with the storm bolter into the marine's chest right in front of his hearts and stopped his power before opening up with his bolter. The marine's back exploded outwards with chunks of blood, bone and entrails and he fell to the floor, a cheer rose up from the gaurd and William raised his mace and charged forward his men behind him.

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"A fortress is a living thing: the commander its brain, the walls its bones, the sensors its eyes and ears, the troops its blood, their weapons its fists. This tells us two things: If one organ fails, the whole dies. And if the whole dies, no single organ can survive alone."
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Rosalinde sat silently on the Valkyrie that was taking her and a dozen other sisters to the surface, roughly evading most of the dogfights in attempt to reach the surface faster.
She had the dogtags in her power armoured hand, staring at them with her eyes slightly unfocused in reminiscence of the heroic guardsman. Barely even knew him for a couple of hours and he threw his life away to save hers, she was unaware of why he had done so, only that she cherish his memory.

It had opened her eyes to the tragedy that was the Imperium, she never realised the lives they were mindlessly throwing at the enemy in attempt to hold them back, it was a little sad in some way. It was also incredibly infuriating, that such heroes had to die for such a stupid war, how dare those traitors have the gall to strike down the righteous!?

She carefully tucked the dogtags away as the valkyrie shook a little, indicating activity, her glowing eyes scanned the inside of the bay, looking at her sisters.

"Damn, Raptors are everywhere!" the pilot grumbled, "How the hell am I supposed to get to the ground in one piece!?"

Confessor Dorian looked at Rosalinde, catching her attention.
"Rosalinde, you must go out there and smite them down, smite down the wicked and corrupt, and lift up the hearts of the righteous," Dorian said, almost preach-like, "It is the will of the Emperor."
Rosalinde looked a little alarmed at first, a little anxious and lost with the Confessor addressing her. Dorian called out to the pilot to open the bay door and looked back to Rosalinde with a steady stare.
That stare made Rosalinde feel compelled to obey, so she unclipped her safety harness as the bay door slowly opened, a violent roar of wind swirled in and around the bay, threatening to throw its cargo everywhere.

Rosalinde stood up and faced the skies beyond the bay door, a little hesitant to use the Emperor-gifted wings upon her back as they unfurled in all their glory, it brought back the memory of her failure, of her Father's disappointment.
But then, fortunately she saw one of the Raptors flying about, most of them were descending towards the trenches below for an aerial attack, the others were harassing her valkyrie. At the sight of those heretics her blood burned, she tore the vast fiery blade from its sheath and stared angrily at the traitorous sons of the Emperor.

Rosalinde ran and leaped clear out of the valkyrie, twisting into a short swoop to pull away from the valkyrie, twirling about through the air with the blade outstretched.
She shot by one unsuspecting Raptor, with a very loud clang, two burning pieces of a chaos raptor plummeted to the trenches. And she expertly followed it up, twisting about in the air and darting around with amazing speed, crashing by another two Raptors with her sword roaring with flames.
Soon it started raining burning pieces of Raptors on the trenches below, the angel in the sky shining with its own light as it swooped about through the air twirling that fiery sword.

Her attacks were so quick and haphazard, the Raptors had trouble responding in force as she just shot back and forth all over the place, bolts flew everywhere and chainswords swung about wildly. Though for all the might of a chainsword, the destructive energies encasing Rosalinde's blade sheared through them with staggering heat, making a mockery of their parries.
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Laeradis sprinted to the next corner of the trench bolt shells chasing him down the trench. He had lost half his squad so far and worst of all his longest serving trooper and friend Paraxes to these chaos scum. All of a sudden there was a roar of engines overhead, more thunderhawks this time they were hovered above the section of trench je was in. A giant in bright polished silver armour leapt from the thunderhawk and crashed to the ground in front of Laeradis and what remaind of his men.

"Brothers! With me!" shouted the astartes as more of them fell from the sky. They fought with righteous fury slaying the heretics before they could react to what was going on. A ragged cheer from what remained of the kasrkin and the gaurdsmen they had rallied along the way.
"Hail my lord astartes you dropped in just in time." called Laeradis to the largest of astartes who gave out an aura of command that singled him out as their leader. "Which of the Emperor's glorious chapters do you hail from and how may we serve?" asked Laeradis awaiting a response.......
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Sealtiel heard the weapons fire before he saw it. That was followed moments later by screaming. To much screaming. The Captain stared at the fearful Guard Captain standing in front of him, dark patches slowly growing in his armpit’s the man let his fear show. Coward thought Sealtiel roughly. The man was about to speak when the Thane Of Blood-Fall boomed “Guardsmen your base is under a attack and you do not rush to aid it? I suggest you do exactly that before I deliver his mercy upon you” the man nodded and spun around as he did Sealtiel said “And we are much worse than your Commissars”.

The Captain drew his blue crystal like blade, it shimmered in the light gloriously as the sun let a line move down it and flash. Sealtiel ordered “Sergeants Israfel, Samael, Raguel! Form you Squads up on me!” almost right away fifteen of his Veteran Astartes moved towards him, leaving their positions to the other Combat Squads that had been present. Sealtiel turned to Jeremiah and stared up into the iced over visor with a smile, inside the Dreadnaught Sarcophagus was deathly cold but it helped keep the withered husk within calm during battle.

The Dreadnaught stared back at him like a god of war. Sealtiel worked up what he was about to ask “Brother you will….not be coming with me to the trenches, instead I ask you to remain here in command I shall ask no other” the Dreadnaughts Power Fists spun around and it boomed “I live to serve you Sealtiel what you ask I shall enact” the Captain smiled behind his helm, nodding his thanks he spun on his heel and shouted “Chaplain Castiel I shall request the presence of your flock! Command Squad, Squads Israfel, Samael and Raguel shall also be accompanying! Move out!”.

The Captain led the way, leopard robes flowing like a wave in the wind behind him he could hear Chaplain Castiel once again leading a prayer with his Death Company. Sanguinary Priest Raphael was checking over his Narthecium though he would only give aid to fellow Astartes who might be injured. Trench Warfare had always been a bloody thing, Sealtiel had slogged it out during the Pacification of Ulxia with the rest of the Second Company under Jeremiah. The Traitors there had been well armed and had raided the Astartes positions on more than a hundred times, each time they would be repelled with their losses numbering in the thousands.

The scene before Sealtiel was one of utter carnage. Dozens, if not hundreds of bodies littered the ground both of the Treacherous Astartes and their cultist lackeys and even more disturbing was the high amount of Imperial Guard injured and dead present. Sealtiel scanned around and found a gaggle of survivors crowding around a armoured giant in polished silver/grey armour. Grey Knights he thought bitterly as he pushed the tip of his blade into the Emperors Children Chaos Space Marine lying on the ground, its legs missing. The Emperors Children had once been among the more glorious Legion Astartes but after Warmaster Horus, curse his soul, had been laid low on the moon of Davin he had been corrupted and took fully half the Legions with him in his accursed rebellion that left two Primarchs dead, one missing and nine damned. And worse of all the Emperor sat immobile in his Golden Throne.

The Emperors Children screamed in orgasmic pleasure as the blade cut through its armour as if it was paper and pierced its saggy flesh. The Astartes tore away its horned helm to reveal a pealed back face covered with ruinous markings and spat “Space Marine your kind shall fall blessed Fulgrim shall return from his utopia and lay your Emp-” Sealtiel roared in righteous fury as he brought the blade up its torso and cracked its skull in two.

The Captain turned back to the Grey Knights present and sheathed his blade, he blessed the Wing Of Sanguinius once more and confidently strode towards the Inquisitorial Astartes. Chaplain Castiel and a pair of his Death Company Astartes along with Brother Uriel took up positions around him as a Honour Guard, a unit made up of the best a Chapter can muster. The rest of his Squads were now hunkered down behind a series of barricades, Bolters loaded.

As the Astartes drew nearer he could feel the aura of the Grey Knights, they were the ‘most’ loyal of Astartes but Sealtiel did not believe that due to the simple fact he would sacrifice his entire Company to save a single shrine shall it be needed. He knew many Grey Knights, if not all were Psyker’ and also knew that chances are they had already realised his attitude to non-Astartes but did not care he was here to serve not save. As he drew nearer he demanded “Grey Knight, Holy One who may I have the…honour of addressing?” he awaited a answer from the Astartes.

Nyctophobia- Fear of the Dark Angel.

"No one ever spoke about of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"

'Killing a man is like fucking, boy, only instead of giving life you take it. You experience the ecstasy of penetration as your warhead enters the enemy's belly and the shaft follows. You see the whites of his eyes roll inside the sockets of his helmet. You feel his knees give way beneath him and the weight of his faltering flesh draw down the point of your spear. Are you picturing this?'
'Yes, lord.'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
'No, lord.'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'
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