[h2][center]Surface of Zeta[/center][/h2]

Sergeant MArius crouched low behind the ridge, his men similarly crouched behind him, tending to their mix of weapons in silence. No one spoke, it was tradition to be silent as the dead and buried before battle for it may be that soon a marine could join them. Marius looked out acroos the massive crater filled area in the lead up to the hanger. He could see even from this distance the many thousans of Combat servitors dug in outside, thier orders to hold until they were dead. The auto-sentries and turrets dotting the mining complex swiveled around searching for targets, and just within the hangar were the emplacements of the Fallum Harvest Guard could be seen, ready to rain fireand death down on their attackers. He turned back to his own men, all in the black and red of the Death Company, all had once been in its throes... and now they were cured... but the blood still sang in his ears, he could hear his own bones creaking and muscles constricting... he needed to kill. Soon he would, his squad had jumped out to the this far ridge, intent on using the vantage point to see where they would be most needed and use their Jump-packs to arrive from the airless sky in fury and glory.

They were more dangerous than other marines, all veterans and all still had the strength of the Black Rage in their bones, the visions were gone but the strength and hate remained. THey would spill much blood this day. But they would have to be careful, they each carried several patch kits for their armour, but could only use each so many times. After that they would need to return to the Mining complex or suffocate slowly. It didn't matter, Death came for all and if they died this day it would be in glory... it was then the sound of thrusters filled the air. The Imperial Forces were descending, and soon the Brothers would be upon them. All at once this silent coven of marines had stopped adjusting their weapon and turned their heads skyward, watching as the ships of their enemy passed over, coming to land a short distance out from the killzone. They shifted impatiently, the beast inside the armour begging to escape from all of them as gauntlets gripped weapons tighter, breaths came in short growling pants, and teeth were unintentionally barred. Even so they had to sit and wait, for Marius was their sergeant, and he would not order the attack until the time was right. 

Marius himself gripped his power axe and Bolt pistol all the tighter, his knuckles white beneath his gauntlets who's servos whined and protested at the strength with which he gripped the axe and pistol. His corvus pattern helm peered with red tinted eyes hungrily at the Imperial forces... soon Marius thought, very soon the killing would begin. Soon the screaming blood and creaking bones would stop. Soon the [i]screaming[/i] in his head would stop, [i]'Blood, Death, Blood, Death, Blood, Death, Blo-'[/i], he shook his head, paying the screams no heed. Their was work to be done... luckily such work would include what they screamed for, all they had to do... was wait. And even that, seemed like the worst sort of torture.