Warhammer 40K: We are Not Traitors IC

[Mattmanganon]

"FIGHT FOR ALL YOUR WORTH MEN!!!" yelled the voice of Colonel Pentral, his voice cutting through the noise of gunfire like a knife. So far, the Guardsman's only troubles were the seemingly endless waves of Cultists running at them. the barren wasteland outside of the small outpost stretching forever, a Guardsman ran by him carrying an armful of Lasguns, ready to resupply, but he was grabbed by Pentral. "Have we received word from the Lord General yet?" he asked.

"Not yet Colonel." he said. Pentral then shoved him to indicate that he wanted him to carry on. he pointed his Plasma Pistol into the fray and fired a quartet of shots into the tide. he scowled as he knew this was only the beginning, first they would weaken their position by throwing the Cultists at them then the Traitor Marines would begin their charge. He walked towards the Comm center of the base and walked inside, seeing a Techpriest working the large communications array.

"What's the word?" asked Pentral.

"My Lord, several Apocalypse-Class Battleships exited the Warp..."

"Apocalypse-Class? But the Apocalypse hasn't been in service for centuries." said Pentral.

"That is why i thought it necessary to mention this.

****

aboard the Battleship, Executioners Blade. Captain Regulus Danthrop looked out of the strange sight, so many ships, from so many Legions... Were so many really in this area to answer this distress call? It didn't matter, the Imperial Army had raised a Distress Call and it was their duty to answer it. "Ship-Master, send the Imperial Army a message and inform them that assistance will be coming in on wings of fiery death." Danthrop said to the Ship-Master. "And send a message to the other ships, find out why the hell they are not with the rest of their Legion."

"All hands, man battlestations." said the Ship-master into a tannoy. "All Marines to your Drop Pods." Regulus headed down to the drop pods and got into it with a squad of Devastators. he pressed a button on the comm-pad in front of him and saw the Ship-Master's face.

"Where are the worst hit locations?" asked Regulus.

"Sector 453, What is especially strange is that we cannot locate any of the Hive-towers, no civilian communications, as though the vast cities are simply gone... And we are getting comms from a faction calling themselves The Imperial Guard, claiming they are under attack from the forces of Chaos." replied the Ship-Master.

"Imperial Guard? Chaos? for ever answer we get it raises several new ones..." he said. he shook his head "Never mind, drop us to Sector 453. We will meet up with these Imperial Guard." he said. he put his helmet on and the lights in the drop pod changed to red to indicate that they were about to be launched.

****

Pentral looked off into the distance to see atop a hill a sight that he had hoped never to behold. an Aspiring Champion standing, surveying the battlefield, no-doubt reveling in the bloodshed. "PREPARE FOR INCOMING CHAOS SPACE MARINES!!!" he called. the Aspiring Champion began to charge, Bloodleters and Flesh Hounds charged behind him. Unluckily for him. he did not look up during this charge and soon found himself little more than paste beneath the Luna Wolves Drop Pod. the sides lowered and the Devastators opened fire with their Heavy Bolters. cutting down the daemons.

"What in the name of the Emperor are these foul beasts?" asked Regulus. several other Drop Pods landed in the wave of Daemons. meanwhile, Pentral saw the incoming Drop pods and decided to use this to their advantage.

"GUARDSMAN! LOOK TO THE SKY! THE EMPEROR'S ANGELS OF DEATH ARE WITH US AND WE ARE INVINCIBLE!!! FOR THE EMPEROR!!!" he yelled, vaulting over the trentches they had dug and charging in. Hoping against hope that his Guardsman would follow. he daren't look back, but the sounds out the Guardsmen shouting their praises of the Emperor across the battlefield was an encouraging sound.

Regulus looked around and began to open fire at the Daemons with his Bolter. The sounds of the Guardsmen shouting the emperor's name was comforting... raising his Power Sword, he charged towards the Daemons.

[Missy]

Gallus and his squad mates had been station on the Executioners blade. The reason for this was rather simple. The Alpha legion couldn’t go in force but they still wanted a eye on the ground so to speak. So they asked him if he was available. Sure enough he was. His squad had become quite the veterans during his years now. Sadly most of the original members of his squad had been either lost to enemy fire or moved up in the ranks. Even so he couldn’t help but feel that they would been good to have around him. But this squad was not a push over neither. Each a harden scout who trusted him. Before the fighting even started they been in Gallus chamber. There as they did before most battles or waiting for them to come they talked about battlefield planning.
''Alpha. I need you to be fast on calculating the wind. Beta prioritize what you think are the leaders or the enemy who is attacking our comrades. Trapper Alpha and Beta. One of you have smoke for defence retreat and the outer have for sabotage. Keep behind us when not order to do ether of this things.'' His squad nodded. Gallus nodded back and was just about to talking about the legion they would serve under when the order came. He and his squad mates quickly reformed and rushed to the Teleportarium to teleport to the right side flank of the battlefield. Well there he called out to check that all his scouts where there and this he did by the easiest way possible.
''Alpharius'' he said to his squad in a asking tone. Each responded
''Yes''. He nodded before taking his own helmet on as the teleport sequence started. The sound of the starting Teleporterium was a sound he knew meant battle. Battle meant death. Sometimes he wondered what would happen when the war was over? What could was a warrior with no wars to fight. Yet these things he let sink in to the bottom of his mind as the combat focus came in to effect. He was unsure what type of enemy they would be facing but surely they would be facing warp scum. And when facing them extreme caution was to be used. He had been spotted by these foul things even when his hiding place was per excellence. Probably because of some foul warp tirck.
Funny enough Gallus had a distaste for drop pods in general. They always seemed so loud so clumpy. As he quickly and silently teleported down to the right flank the outer scouts in the legion dispensed to assist the main assault he and his marines moved up towards a better spotting position. They found a hill overlooking the battlefield where they could target the enemy with ease. Gallus made ready his sniper rifle as Spotter Alpha and Beta got in to position behind him. A quick look over the battlefield saw the two forces fighting. One was using las-guns and was from the imperial army from what Gallus could tell. They where firing on warp spawn so clearly they where the force that they had been called to assist. He started giving out orders.
''Spotter Alpha. I want wind speed and direction. Spotter Beta. I want target's engaged with fellow brother marines pointed out first. Trapper Alpha secure our position with traps. Trapper Beta assist Trapper alpha.'' They nodded and Spotter Alpha with his cybernetic implants for calculating wind and speed and distance.
''Wind 0,6 west. Bullet effect minimum''. Gallus started to line up his shot. Spotter Beta started looking around for suitable targets.
''Fellow space marine engaged with warp scum.'' It was the captain shooting at at one of the warp spawn. Sure the bolter fire had dug deep but he was quickly getting surrounded. Foolish bravery from Luna wolfs. Not unexpected but he did not think less of him for it. Gallus lined up his target on a warp spawn approaching the captain from behind like the coward that it was. It was moving rather fast and if he missed the foul thing would surely cause the captain harm. Gallus took a deep breath. His eyes fixed on the target moving across the dirt. Its sword was high it mouth open like it was just about to send out a battle-cry. He wasn’t going let it have that satisfaction. For light a lighting bolt he would strike out of the sky.
''For the emperor'' And he pressed the trigger. The silence before the shoot always amazed Gallus. That one split second when the trigger is pressed and yet it hasn’t fired. Den the sound the sound of the rifle's bullet leaving the nuzzle at a speed faster den even his eyes could see. Den the recoil pushing agents his shoulder. Den his targets reaction. The bullet went clean though the warp creatures head and the bullet hit the ground right behind him. His shot had been true as the thing still had enough force to move forward before crushing on the ground. As quick as it started it ended. He drew back the bolt action as a enmity cartages hit the ground behind him.
''Spotter Beta. New targets'' Spotter beta nodded.

[SgtKlum]

"We have arrived, my lord." Kiam was roused from his meditations by the crude monotone drawl echoing out of the vox unit of one of the ship's servitors. He was one of those Marine Captains who spent as much time as possible away from the bridge of his ship, the Crimson Cyclops, because the intricacies of it's running were a mystery to him and he often felt like he didn't really belong there. He preferred to leave it to the astropaths and techpriests and focus on the things that mattered, like honing his psychic abilities or leading his Marines in combat drills. Today, he had spent most of his time focusing inwardly, meditating in his private chambers.

"Very good. Assemble the warriors. I will perform the pre-battle rites and then we shall make landfall." He nodded, pulling himself to his feet, then walked calmly over to the far wall which was completely devoted to his armoury. Among the lines of weapons, Power Axes, Force Swords, a Thunder Hammer gifted to him by an Iron Warriors Terminator Captain after a joint crusade several decades ago, lay his favoured: a long, ornate Force Halberd which he had brought into almost every battle he had fought since the day he earned his Terminator honours. Next to the rack of weapons was the aforementioned Terminator armour, looking old and battle worn, but still every bit as functional as the day he had first put it on the better part of a century ago.

"Techpriest Werrig wishes to speak with you on the bridge, my lord." The servitor's vox crackled once again. "An important matter requires your attention."

"Hrm... so be it. I will be there shortly." Kiam grunted. Werrig almost never bothered to call him up to the bridge unless they received orders from High Command, but they'd only just arrived in-system, they couldn't be being deployed elsewhere already. He quickly suited up and made his way to the bridge, receiving almost no recognition beyond the occasional salute as he passed through the interior of the ship in full Terminator armour. By now, most of the crew had come to expect it and the halls were large enough to happily accommodate him.

"This had better be good.." He muttered as he stomped onto the bridge. The Techpriest was waiting patiently for him next to his Captain's chair, which had unfortunately been designed to accommodate someone in Power Armour but not his larger, bulkier frame.

"Captain Valantius, we have some news. Firstly, our vox systems lit up almost as soon as we left the Warp. The planet below is urgently requesting aid to fight back what they are calling 'Chaos', but I assume they are reffering to the Warpspawn. Secondly..." Werrig began to move on to his second point, but felt no need to do so once he noticed Kiam standing at one of the large observation windows facing out over the bow of the ship, before which stood another five Apocalypse-class Battleships, none of which bore the Thousand Sons heraldry of his own.

"Quite the gathering, it seems. Pay them no mind. We were sent here to perform a duty and perform it we shall. Rally the troops at once, the taint of the warp must not be allowed to consume this planet." He replied, then turned to leave the bridge, stopping only to affix his helmet.

"And if they contact us?" The Techpriest asked, looking a little annoyed at the vagueness of Kiam's orders.

"Be polite, but tell them nothing. If they wish to converse, let them follow us to the battlefield."

***

"It's the Blood Angels! The Blood Angels are here to save us!" An excited Guardsman screamed as the crimson drop-pods began peppering the front lines. It was a sad fact that even after all the good the Sons had performed over the centuries, the common folk were simply ignorant when it came to distinguishing between the various Legions. If you were wearing any shade of red, you were a Blood Angel. If you were wearing any shade of blue, you were an Ultramarine.

Opting not to stop to correct them, or in many cases to even look them in the eye, the Sons forces immediately rushed the Chaos front lines and began slaughtering the cultists and daemons they found there. It was when the Chaos Marines entered the fray that the Sons were pushed back. Initially unprepared to be facing down an enemy which wore the twisted face of their allies, many of those on the front lines tried to greet their attackers and were brutally cut down before they realized what was going on.

"Fight on, Sons! This enemy wears the visage of Astartes, but we will prove them to be no mach for the real thing!" Kiam screamed across the battlefield at the top of his lungs, rallying those warriors who had been falling back from the initial wave of Chaos Marines. He then raised his spear high above his head and began to charge.

"For Magnus the Red! FOR THE EMPEROR!" He bellowed, and his Sons surged behind him. Moments later they were in a writhing sea of bodies, metal, blood and noise. Using his psyker powers, Kiam reached out and crushed the helmet of a nearby Traitor Astartes, causing a satisfying 'pop' sound to resonate as his skull cracked like an egg and his body went limp. As another rushed him with a chainsword he brought his mighty weapon around in an arc and lopped the man's weapon arm off at the elbow. Before he could finish him off, however, he was sent onto his back by something which felt like a hard punch to the chest, even through his thick armour. He looked down to see that he had been hit by a volley of shots from a Bolter, which had punctured his thick outer armour but become lodged in the inner machinery of his chestplate. Though usually bolter rounds carried an explosive charge, he couldn't worry about that now. The likelihood is that if they hadn't gone off already then they wouldn't any time soon, so he opted to continue fighting for now and hope to retrieve them later.

[Ollumhammersong]

Sestius Stood at on the bridge of the "Flaming Chariot" If the captain of the vessel found his presence distracting to the men or unecessary he said nothing out of respect for the mans position. All men aboard were fervent supporters of the Actual Imperial truth and They trusted the chaplain's wisdom so that whatever he was doing must be important in some way. So they left him to his own devices which he appreciated. He said nothing. He simple stood by the main viewport and stared out into the immatrium. He had received reports of several other vessels responding to the call but was unable to hail any of them. No doubt the warp was playing tricks and merry hell with the finer tuned instruments of the ship again.
He frowned under his helmet at the inconvenience but the metallic voice warning the crew of the upcoming jump into real space pulled his thoughts in toher directions. A voice rang in his ear
"Honoured brother. My men stand ready in Drop pod and gunship to bring the fury of the God emperor down upon our foes. Will you be joining our decsent?" The voice was one he well recognized as the battalion commander. "What vox news we have heard tell us That our Majesties guard have engaged a foe they are calling 'chaos' They elaborate no furhter over the comm. We are unsure if it is a Xeno breed or warpspawn who have spilled from the Immatrium."
The chaplain digested this information as he made his way to the Gunship that would carry him into the thick of combat. "If they refer to it so casually we can assume the majority or indeed all of the Emperor's forces stationed there have come into contact with them." As he voiced his thoughts aloud to the Battalion commander He was met by his gunship by his Neophyte, Coryan. Not yet a full marine the young pup was still wearing the scout armour of an initiate. He was selected just before this diversion to work to one day become Sestius's replacement. To carry on the word of the Emperor to these brave men and help lift their souls to salvation. He was pulled from the normal scout details and attached to Sestius for training, until death or he proved himself unworhty of the honour being afforeded him. The young man was still nervous at being under the direct service of a chaplain and held out the crozious with his head bowed and one knee on the floor. The insturment has been polished and oiled, and the power system cleaned and tested. He paid the boy no heed and simply took the tool from his hands and clasped it to his belt. His copy of the Divinicatus, his most treasured posession was always at his side, secured safely by a chain belt and sash and his Neophyte tucked his freshly cleaned bolter into his chaplain's holster before taking his own positon and buckling himself in for the ride.
The rest of the brothers in the Gunship were silent as he entered, those that were already strapped in nodded their heads respectivly and those who were not took the extra few seconds to give a bow before buckling themselves in as well. The ship barely left the warp before sirens were sounded and all bays and hatches were closed. Within three minutes of being in real-space the surface was scanned and the enemies location was aproximized, Drop pods were launched at the planet below sending the majoirty of the attack force followed half a minute later by the group of gunships carrying the secondary command personal.
He did not need to ask permission to speak tot he men over the vox. As a chaplain it was seen as his right to adress the brothers as he saw fit for only he had a true look into the Primarch's mind and thus attempt to interperit his will.
" Look to your battle gear and it will protect you." He intoned "We guard it with our lives." The chorus of loyal voices responded. "Your armour is your soul, and your soul's dedication is its armour." He said with rising voice to overcome the increased noise of the battle group entering atmosphere. "The soul of the warrior is the protector of humanity." They responded in kind. "Honour the craft of death. And know that only the Emperor is higher in our devotion." He said even louder as the turbulence rocked the vessel slightly. "Honour the battle gear of the dead. We ask only to serve!" was the rousing response to the simple litany as seconds later they felt and heard the Gunship live up to its name. Heavy bolters jackhammered into this new enemy and the great cannon at the bow belched fire and smoke.
By now the drop pods have already landed and the Bay door at the stern of his vessel opened. The pilot was keeping them just off the ground so he could get back inot the air quickly and the Word bearers wasted no time in unbuckling themselves and jumping the ten or so feet into the Maelstorm of combat. Sestius stood at the edge of the ramp and surveyed the battle field and armoured bodies ran past him on either side and joined the fray. At first he did not know which side was his. But the rousing cries to the Emperor alerted his men to their true allies. He unhooked his crozious and jumped down into the firefight smashing the skull of what could only be a warpspawn with a cackle and loud pounding sound of his powered crozious obliterating the corrupted flesh and bone. A second Large beast, easily bigger than a human but still smaller than an Astartes leaped at him only to have his chest smashed in as Sestius thrust out his Blunt Crozious perfectly straight to meet the charge. He slowly lifted the suprised creature who was still resting its by its destroyed chest on the crozious, only now he was also being held aloft. "I CAST THEE OUT ABOMINATION!" he roared and threw the beast several feet forward at the feet of a squad of his men who butchered the creature with brutal effieciency.
the kill seemed to inspire the men who were shouting their own pious platitudes in the Emperor's name, such things made his heart sore but there was soemthing still off putting about these men. As he moved through the feild he noticed Nearly every guardsman wore the Aquila on his helmet, Were these men attached to the Emperor's children? it was the only answer that made any sense, Even astartes weren't permitted to wear such a holy symbol so brazenly. If that was the case then were were the Children? dead? retreated? or did this group move ahead of the main force? How were they allowed to be so openly pious if Fulgrim was their leader. He despised the Imperial Faith.

[Sugihito]

Out of one of the Drop Pods, Jahn emerged out with his squad. They started ripping the cultists to shreds with their chainswords as they attempted to swarm and overwhelm them. Jahn himself cut through the heretics with ease, seeing the rest of the battlefield. He was able to identify the "Imperial Guard" and their enemies. A peculiar sight to him were the Space Marines in tainted and twisted appearance. Although the use of intimidating armour is widely spread within the Legion, their armour additionally had markings of the eight-pointed star along with different heraldry compared to the midnight-blue and gold used by the Night Lords. The only way for Jahn to identify his his foe was that they appear terrifying as the Night Lords. By that time, his four subordinates have dealt with the cultists.

A Berserker of Khorne took notice of the newly arrived Space Marines. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" He roared from the top of his corrupted lungs. He charged at Jahn at extreme speed with his chain-axe at hand while continuing his chant. Before the Khornate could lay a hand on him, Jahn bisected him messily with his chainsword. The Berserker's roaring chant faded into a whisper. As his opponent was slain Jahn realised that he killed a Space Marine. Did the Space Marines join the local rebellion? He found a guardsman desperately firing his lasgun at the cultists. He grabbed the man and brought him in front of his face.

"Soldier, what is the situation?" The Night Lord asked him.
"Please don't hurt me..." The guardsman whispered. Jahn's intimidating armourg and distorted voice didn't help at all in this question unfortunately implied to be an interrogation.
"I am an Adeptus Astartes of the VIIIth Legion." Jahn told him. "We have received your distress signal and have come to aid you."
That sentence was able to slightly calm the man. "We are overwhelmed by Chaos!" He explained, attempting to hide his fear in his voice. "There are Chaos Space Marines, Daemons and Cultists everywhere!" It was completely hard to tell if Chaos or the Space Marine he is having a conversation with scared him.
"Tell me where the enemy leader is." The Space Marine requested. The request unfortunately sounded more like a threat to the guardsman.
"I Don't know!" He shouted. "There are enemies everywhere that I can't even see the rest of my squad and sergeant!"
It seemed like the only answer Jahn will be able to get from him. "Very well." He said. "Continue."

The Sergeant activated his Jump Pack. The Jump Pack responded with a roar of flames ready to send him flying towards the enemy. "Death from Above!" He roared. He flew towards the direction of a huge number of cultists, followed by his squad.

[Omega]

Upon the bridge of the battleship Iron's Remit Warsmith Nassor Ajani waited as they neared the end of warp transit it had been a rough voyage through the immaterium though was at last at an end. With a sudden awkward feeling within his gut and the slight discomfort all Iron Warriors felt within the warp fading he gave the order to open the viewing panels before he was even told that they had exited the warp. As they rose he saw the world far below them that they had come to protect from an unknown force. It was foolishness or ignorance in their enemy that had driven them to attack a world of the Imperium, both were crimes of superb heinousness to an Iron Warrior and one that could only be punished with death. About to relay the final orders to prepare the assault something struck him as odd and was quickly given voice by one of the serfs at one of the many auspex screens, "My lord, we are getting no readings from our escorts. We lost contact near the end of our voyage during a rise in warp interference and do not appear to have exited with us."

Another serf spoke up almost as soon as the first was finished, "My lord we are detecting several battleships in system, currently out auspex are still receiving interference from the immaterium but I count at least five likely all Apocalypse class."

At this Warsmith Ajani could only sneer, many of their brothers they got along rather poorly with. He could only hope for Emperor's Children and Thousand Sons as he knew he could count on them and should it be such bastards as the Imperial Fists then the only thing keeping him here would be his loyalty to the Emperor. As it stood his loyalty to the Emperor would stay unshaken and so prepared for the battle ahead even if their escorts were lost to the warp for now. Turning to his command staff who stood around the command dais upon the platform overlooking the gargantuan bridge of his battleship he began to relay orders. Locking eyes first with the ship's captain, a tall gangly man who had seen many years and many battles, "Scramble several fighter squadrons we will need some screen out there, nobody attacks a planet without a fleet so we will need them out there and get all other craft ready. Also, maneuver the ship into standard bombardment position I want precise shots on the enemy's rearmost positions and flanks, try to force them to the center." Next he looked at several astartes with him though focused on the two marshals who lead the battalions of his grand battalion's first great company. "Antochius, leave two of your greenest companies here on the Iron's Remit, then take the remaining three companies and land in stormbirds behind the Imperial Army formation with most of our heavy equipment. You are to shore up the Imperial Army and link up with any legions to encounter then push on towards my position." Nassor then looked at his first battalion commander, "Tryphon, your battalion is with me we will land in drop pods and thunderhawks at the front of the enemy formation, we will break their attack and form our line upon their corpses."

Both hardened warriors nodded at the orders from their Warsmith though Antochius a fraction slower, he clearly felt shorted with Tryphon being given the honor of the vanguard but that was to be expected and would still perform with great fervor and would make up any loss in honor with the arrival of his heavier armaments when the battle became more pitched. The last two he spoke to was a slight woman, he had been told she was young for such a position but as an astartes such a thing was irrelevant to him, supposedly despite angular features and short cut brown hair she was also supposedly beautiful with her dusky skin but as Nassor was no son of Fulgrim any beauty she had was lost on him, all that mattered was that she was well schooled in tactics and strategy, "General Stratonica, your Selucid Thorakite are to land in the rear of the Imperial Army formation and support the second battalion, utilize artillery and gunships to force the enemy towards the center as best you can. See what you can do about improving the Imperial forces fortification as well. Though I do not want less than one quarter of your soldiers to remain aboard this ship."

The general's response was short and clipped as she bowed with one arm across her chest in her drab grey uniform, "Your will shall be done my lord."

The last person he spoke to was perhaps the least human among them, even in a room full of astartes, "Magos Priam the Pneumachina are to stay aboard the ship until I give any orders otherwise. With so many unknowns I do not wish to risk our heaviest armored assets until we have a proper landing zone we know is ours." The magos responded in his usual binaric and it took a moment for Nassor's augmentations to translate it into an affirmative response. With the preparations for war complete it was now time to enact upon them, striding away from the command dais his fellow astartes fell in step behind him while the general took another corridor as she began to send commands down her own chain and the ship's captain was already bellowing commands and preparing firing solutions.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Plummeting through the atmosphere was always an odd feeling for an astartes, in almost any other situation his life was in his own hands but as he fell it was instead in the life of the dreadclaw machine-spirit which were known to be all too bloodthirsty. The only thing satiating them was the knowledge that below them were many mortals which could be easily crushed by it. Roaring down down from the sky the cultists scattered away from the dreadclaws as the closed several getting smashed for being too slow. When Nassor's landed it impacted with a resounding crunch barely missing a handful of cultists who dove out of the way, for a moment it then sat there and did nothing before a series of cracks split the air and frag assault launchers detonated peppering the air with shrapnel killing dozens and wounding more. It then promptly lowered it's doors crushing those unfortunate enough to be in it's way. From these doors now barreled out astares in the livery of the Iron Warriors, the cultists closest to the dreadclaw still alive stood no chance against the powered armored warriors, each a master of combat with both ranged and close combat weapons they cut through them like paper. This only grew worse as the Warsmith strode upon the battlefield, raising his right arm he pointed it through a gap between two of his honor guard and unleashed his autocannon upon the enemies of the Emperor. As a weapon capable of defeating astartes it was devastating, each round had the explosive power of a heavy bolter shell only with greater velocity behind it meaning each round often went through two or more cultists before detonating clearing a small area of enemies before more pressed in on them. Pushing forward they took a small rise and Warsmith Ajani let lose with a long pull on his autocannon watching the ammo counter tick down as he spread swath of death outwards. Other squads were pushing back the enemy just as well and now thunderhawks were landing as well tearing apart the cultists with heavy bolters and more astartes poured into the fight. The standard bearer of the 13th Grand Battalion stood beside his Warsmith and raised the banner high declaring for all to see that they had arrived and inscribed upon the banner let the foe know they now fought the "Dream Breakers".

As in the distance shells from orbit fell upon the world killing hundreds or even thousands with each resounding flash Nassor surveyed the battlefield saw few real threats aside from some subhuman beasts and gave an order to his honor guard even as he removed his autocannon used his mechadendrites to mag-lock it to his back, "Honor guard, spread forth and allow some to pass, I shall not waste ammunition upon such vermin." No doubt each of the four warriors did not wish to follow the order as protecting their Warsmith was their duty in life but followed it anyway and soon opened the tight cordon they had held around Nassor. At this he strode forth, wading into battle against the forces which had threatened this planet, he did not even bother to activate his power fist at first simple strikes from his powerful fists was sufficient to fell these men. Many he saw appeared to have once been Imperial servants wearing symbols that indicated as such but now had defaced such noble signs with much more vile signs, the most common of which was an eight pointed star he had seen when cleansing other worlds deemed beyond saving. His first real threat came when some demonic looking beast with a flaming sword came at him, it was all attack though with no thought of survival and so all Nassor had to do was activate his power fist and parry the sword aside before punching forth and grasping his foes head in his right hand. This was his normal fist though and such did not vaporize the skull as his power fist would and so had to squeeze his fist such with a satisfying crunch that splattered smoking blood across his right forearm. His troops were now rallying more and more to his banner and butchering the foes before them which he looked upon with satisfaction when he noticed a similar scene some distance away, the regalia was distinct and he knew that the Luna Wolves had already made planetfall as well. Faling back momentarily towards his honor guard one of them leapt forth almost, swinging his power halberd down in a wide arc that slew two foes with a single swipe the Warsmith tried to raise his fellow astartes over the vox network, "All forces loyal to the Imperium of Mankind this is Warsmith Nassor Ajani, subject of our glorious Emperor, Warsmith of the 13th Grand Battalion of Perturabo's Iron Warriors. I ask that all those loyal to Terra and the Emperor of Mankind respond."

[Mattmanganon]

after pushing back a Bloodletter, Regulus shoved his bolter in the beasts face and fired several shots, ending it. a Flesh Hound pounced at him, grabbing his arm, in it's teeth, he smashed it to the ground and fired a pair of shots into its skull. he got back up to see a quartet of Devastators standing back-to-back firing at the sea of enemies surrounding them. "FOR THE GLORY OF HORUS!!!" yelled Regulus charging to assist them.

****

Colonel Pentral and his immediate forces had broken through the Cultist ranks, his squad currently consisting of several broken squads that he had strung together into a working squad, 6 Guardsmen, 3 Ogryns and a Kaserkin Sergeant. He watched as an Assault Marine captain flew in to smash the Cultists. Odd, their armour looks... archaic... and their Chapter markings i do not recognise them... i suppose there are hundreds of different Chapters... He would have thought deeper into this, but the fact that a Bloodletter was now attempting to make his face it's dinner put a halt to his train of thought. However this was quickly remedied as one of his Ogryns smashed it over the head with its gun. Ogryns, beings blessed with minds too small for doubt, good soldiers, but didn't understand that guns were for shooting things, that's why Ogryns were given guns that were extensively reinforced so that smashing their enemies didn't take away their weapons.

Pentral turned and began to charge in to assist the Assault Marine. His squad followed him firing a path through to them, charging Cultists managed to fell 3 of his Guardsmen, and managed to Supress an Ogryn, forcing them to leave the brute behind, the rest of the squad managed to get close enough to see the Assault Marine captain slicing his way through the fanatical meatshields, several of the Cultists fell down, writhing in pain before exploding in a shower of blood, Bloodletters standing where they had been. "By the Emperor..." whispered Pentral. One of the Bloodletters charged at the Assault Marine but was felled by a well placed Plasma shot. They then ran towards the Space Marine "DO NOT WORRY MILORD, WE ARE HERE TO ASSIST!!!" yelled the old Colonel, the Kaserkin Sergeant began to fire wildly with his Hellgun. whilst the rest of the squad ran to form a small perimeter around the Space Marine. "We are forever in your debt for your assistance. Tell us what we can do and it will be done." he said. he then fired several shots at at a Cultist who was getting too close to one of his remaining Guardsmen.

[Sugihito]

Jahn saw a human squad follow him. The leading human seemed like the leader of the force fighting the cultists. He was leading six more men and three Ogryns but one was overwhelmed. Another human in the squad was an elite judging by his equipment. The symbols of the double-headed eagle identified them as servants to the Emperor. He can finally get some questions answered now. After firing six more shots at swarming cultists from his bolt pistol, he took his helmet off as the voice distortion was unnecessary and he did not want a scared soldier to speak to again. His squad covered the humans and engaged in close-combat with more cultists.

"This is Sergeant Severus Jahn of the VIIIth Legion, IXth Company's Assault Squad Zeta." He introduced as he fired several another shot at a cultist point-blanc at range. "I would like your idenfitication and current status."

[Missy]

''Enemy target naturalised. Re-prioritizing'' Spotter Beta started looking for new targets as Spotter Alpha sudden pushed on Gallus shoulders
''Sergeant vox message from the Iron warriors'' Normally Gallus would have used his own vox but in moments like these he tended to let his scouts handle it wile he was focused on the aiming. The still hot cartage from his last shot left his bolt action has he opened up his vox channel and started talking
''This is scout sergeant Alpharius of the Alpha legion. Servant of the Emperor, Horus and Alpharius.'' He quickly lined up a new shot as Spotter Beta pointed out another target approaching the Imperial army. It was warp spawn rider on a huge red metallic beast. He quickly shot it in the two front legs making it trip and den letting it be gunned down by allied las rifles. He resumed
''If i am may...Why are there Night warriors,Thousand sons,Word bearers and iron warriors here? This was a mission for the Lunar wolfs'' Trapper Alpha and Beta where finished with the trap laying and got back to position right behind as they pulled out there bolter’s and guarded his flank.
''Feed me target data and i will make sure the emperor’s fury reach our foes very hearts. Scout sergeant Alpharius out'' Again reassuring focus he quick removed yet another enemy. Yet this was had the power armour that was simmer to his fellow marines. Seems the foes had stolen these artifices from the imperial army. Spotter Beta said
''Armoured foes advancing. Power armour users'' Gallus sniper rifle had thankfully been outfitted with man stopper bullets. Perfect for amour piercing even if he still couldn’t just shot them in the head. No he needed to hit right below the neck where the power armour where the weakest.

[SgtKlum]

"All forces loyal to the Imperium of Mankind this is Warsmith Nassor Ajani, subject of our glorious Emperor, Warsmith of the 13th Grand Battalion of Perturabo's Iron Warriors. I ask that all those loyal to Terra and the Emperor of Mankind respond." A voice crackled over the vox unit in Kiam's helmet as he was dragged to his feet by one of his fellow Scarab warriors. He nodded his thanks to the man before replying, but before he could speak another two voices answered. So.. there were at least four legions which had been sent to this one backwater planet. A massive mix-up in communication, or something altogether more nefarious?

"This is Captain Valantius of the Thousand Sons' 9th Company, 4th Fellowship. We have taken casualties to the traitor marines who wear the marks of the Warp, but we are holding them back for now. If you have a rally point, patch me the co-ordinates and we will rendezvous as soon as we have an opening. I want to know who in the seven hells is responsible for this clusterfuck!" He replied, then turned his attention back to the battlefield. His Sons were fighting with their usual vigor and it was obvious that whoever these warp-scarred Astartes were they hadn't half the training of his Scarab Occult warriors.

"Captain! Incoming!" A warrior near the crest of a hill not far in front of them turned and began falling back as he screamed and waved his arms to alert his brothers to the incoming threat. Sure enough, not a moment later, a menacing, twisted hunk of tainted armour crawled it's way into sight on four long, spider-like legs. It's mouth, if it could be called a mouth, belched fire as it came and it had two vicious claws, each the size of a bulldozer scoop. Where other Astartes might decide that now was the time to fall back and gather some heavy weapons, Kiam was lucky in that each of his elite warriors possessed a heavy weapon unique to them.

"Bring it down, brothers! Focus your minds and tear it apart!" He bellowed before breaking into a charge towards the monstrosity. It lunged with it's left arm and messily tore one of his men in half before opening fire with the cannon on it's chest and sending another small group of them scattering. Two Scarab Occult warriors in Assault Armour used their jump packs to land themselves ontop of the beast and began hacking at it's head unit with their Force Halberds, leaving several deep holes in it's armour, from which poured the most unspeakably vile black liquid. Undeterred, the creature reached up with one of it's arms and crushed one of them against it's hull with enough force that Kiam heard the crunching of the Marine's bones even from the distance he was at. His brother, maddened at sight, jammed his spear under the thing's head unit and with one powerful motion ripped it clean off it's 'shoulders'.

For a moment, the sinister engine paused and the Sons around it let out a resounding cry of "For the Emperor!". Unfortunately, their celebrations were short lived as the monstrosity lurched back into life. It grabbed the marine from on top of it's head with one of it's terrible claws and held him directly in front of the 'mouth' in it's chest. The marine struggled to break free, but before he could so much as cry for help the orifice erupted in foul green flames and he was immolated. Luckily, the two of them had brought Kiam and the rest of the Sons enough time to position themselves around it in a large circle.

"Now, brothers!" He yelled, signalling each of his kinsmen to unleash the full fury of their psychic powers on the foul machine. At first, it seemed almost to be having no effect, but then sure enough a loud, hollow bang rang out and a large dent formed in it's armour. Then another. A few moments later, it's structural integrity gave way altogether under the psychic assault from the Sons and it crumpled, thick, black tar-like blood burst from the seams as it's armour cracked and buckled. Finally, like an imploding star, the thing collapsed in on itself and fell to the ground with a mechanical whine. This time, the Sons didn't erupt into celebrations quite so quickly. Those with ranged weaponry opened fire immediately, peppering the dead hulk with bolter and plasma fire until any signs of life within it had completely vanished.

"Good work, brothers. You have done Magnus and our Emperor proud. Long live the Thousand Sons!" Kiam called, raising his Force Halberd in the air triumphantly.