New smells. New hunting grounds. Most importantly new prey. The Brass Hunter had seen fit to reward his Hounds with this strange boon. It had been a mere few hours ago that the Hounds had embarked on their ships after a succesful hunt ready for more when they had suddenly awoken in this strange place. A massive domicile or house of sorts, and they seem to have been placed near a large bathroom of sorts. Immediately the Hunt-Master had ordered bikers to scout the edges of the doors and as far as the bathroom. The reports back were intriguing. Seemingly, a large metal plate with a connection to the immaterium had been found, and within had been a stockpile of munitions and other supplies. Gifts from the Red God no doubt. In addition the bikers had seen the edges of a rather large community, ripe for the Hounds to plunder. The Hunt-Master ordered a march towards these two targets, both to quickly blood his men in this new land and to establish a base.
Not too far into their march an unidentified ship was spotted above the marching host, high enough to be just out of the range of their largest guns. Many called for the Helldrakes to tear it apart... but the Hunt-Master had a better idea.
"Mad Dog. Call Rakgol and his Pack. The Warp Talons deserve an early blooding don't you think?", Mad dog nodded, and called for the Warp talon Alpha.
Rakgol looked skyward, his neck craning in his ancient power armour to see where the Hunt-master had pointed. Hanging in the sky was his packs new prey, a large ship listing lazily far above the marching warband, no doubt beleiving itself safe out of the range of the Hounds guns. He looked back to his lord and growled his approval before pouncing back to his pack. The other four talons snarled and clawed at one another as they waited for their Alpha's return, not unlike petty birds of prey. Rakgol perched himself just above them and let out a low, guttural growl to get their attention. In the packs own stange form of communication he informed them of their new prey which caused much joy amongst them to be the first in the warband to be blooded in this strange new place. Rakgol snarled the order to begin, and the five daemons ripped their way out of realspace with their target held in their minds eye.
It was then that Padawan Taka'ki felt a dark shiver crawl up her spine. She turned and looked at the troopers, her hand pulling her lightsaber free from her belt and igniting it with a humming sound, the moisture in the air around the laser blade sizzling and crackling as it turned to steam. The clones standing there with her turned and some seemed confused for a moment, but one lifted his rifle and seemed to be at the ready. "Get us out of here!" Taka'ki shouted towards the pilot, and the LAAT turned heavily preparing to take off back towards their base. "WE need to go.. These men.. They are pure evil."
Unfourtanetly for the young padawan and her retinue, it was far too late. For the talons had their scent in the warp... even if they had beem able to gain distance you could not run from the immaterium. Rakgol burst forth first, his claw breaching reality straight into the back of one of the confused troopers, blood spraying as the rest of the Daemon thing that was once a man burst through. Inside and around the ship the rest of his pack arrived, one smashing against the outside of the cock pit, his claws buried through the thick material to slash at the pilot within. The other outside materialized at the back thrusters and set about ripping them apart. The remaining two joined Rakgol in the cabin and set about the other troopers, their growls and howls mingling with trooper grunts and screams. One, Marsik, set his eyes on the woman and her glowing sword. Tossing his previous prey from his blood slick claws he lunged at the padawan, wishing to claim her for the Blood Lord himself.
For a moment Taka'ki was frozen in fear, her eyes staring at the brutality being tossed about her, watching as a trooper was tossed out of the ship and fell towards the carpet below. She stumbled a bit but caught herself just as Marsik came towards her. Her lightsaber came around in a flurry as she cut through one of his wrists and then sheared off a chunk of the warp talon's head. However it was too late to stop the daemon as his body came crashing into hers, and she she tumbled from the ship with a scream. Her lightsaber fell from her hand as she reached for the ship as if she might suddenly be able to grab it. Though all hope for that was lost as it suddenly veered and began careening towards the ground flames billowing from it, and more troopers falling lifelessly towards from the vehicle.
With one talons claws impaling the pilot and the other having torn apart the ships thrusters its rapid descent had been inevitable. Rakgol watched Marsik get cut as he careened out of the ship with the woman, the Alpha letting out a shriek to tell the pack to abandon ship as he hurled himself after them. His jump pack ignited with hellish fire as he boosted toward his brood mates corpse and its killer. A hellish howling shriek echoed from his helm as he sped towards the woman, grabbing her and pulling her into a crushing embrace away from his comrades corpse. He turned back for only a moment to see the rest of his pack escaping the now flaming wreck as it plummeted downwards surrounded by the corpses of its former occupants. He snarled looking at the woman, the leering red eyes of his helmet and the warp twisted face mask exuding an intense hatred as they plummeted towards the Warband; Rakgol veering towards the Hunt-Master using his jump jets.
He slammed down feet first before his Lord, screeching loudly at him and restraining the woman. His pack landed around him, one of them dropping Marsik's corpse at their feet as they joined the Alpha's screeching with their own angry howls before the mad dog silenced them with a roar. "By what right do you speak to the Hunt-Master so harshly?!", he shouted above their howls and screeches, the pack shrinking somewhat under his angry gaze. Before the dog could continue the Hunt-Master jammed a finger at the woman held by Rakgol,
"What, is that?", he stared at her atop his massive mount, his terminator bulk only adding to his immense size.
Squirming in Rakgol's tight hug Taka'ki was breathing harder than before, her eyes bulging slightly as she stared at the terminator behemoth that stood pointing at her. She wondered if she could take them by surprise and escape. Suddenly an intense blast of the force erupted from her, and sent Rakgol spinning and tumbling across the ground. Dropping onto her rear she stood and started to run as quickly as she could, her lightsaber wasn't that far, and she extended her hand having it quickly zoom through the air back to her hand. As soon as it landed in her palm she didn't even try to turn back to fight though, she just kept running as hard as possible.
The Warp talon brood screeched and flared their packs ready to go after her to avenge their comrades death and Alpha's humiliation, but were knocked aside as the Hunt-Masters steed surged forward. The massive Juggernaut pounded after her with the Hunt-Master's gaze locked upon her . The Juggernaut skidded along her side to come before her, growling in its guttural Daemonic ic voice as the Hunt-Master slid of his mount to stand before the padawan. He drew only his smaller blade, the massive butchers knife was still the size of her leg and it writhed and seemed to scream in her mind in agony. He stepped forward, brandishing his blade at the padawan.
Taka'ki ignited her saber and gulped, he was massive but still seemed to wield a metal blade... no matter how wrong it felt or big it was it was still metal. She brought her lightsaber up towards his chest intent on carving a hole in it only to be parried by the seemingly metal blade. Her mind raced as fear overtook her senses before his free hand had closed around her neck and she was lifted before being tossed back into the ground. Dazed upon impact she lost her saber on the carpet, desperately trying to find it before she felt a massive foot smash her into the floor roughly.
The Hunt-Master leaned down, holding the small saber in his hand and putting it before her face,
"Looking for this?", he sneered in a whisper before placing it on his belt. He looked up at Mad dog,
"Shackle her in brass and chain her to my Juggernaut. Khorne has blessed this xenos and given her to me as a gift. She will no doubt be of use.", Mad dog nodded and shouted for shackles.
Less than three minutes later her hands were in full shackles of brass which were themselves attached to a brass collar about her neck which had been chained to the Hunt-Masters own Juggernauts massive black iron collar. She now marched alongside them, to afraid to try anything so close to this behemoth... but this was only the beggining of her new hellish life amongst Khorne's chosen.
And so the Warband marched on, eventually the vanguard made 'contact' with the locals. The Hunt-Master gave a very simple instruction to be followed in dealing with the natives,
'Slay only those worthy enough to fight back. Leave all others alive to become our slavestock. We will need them.'. With this only stipulation, the vangurad rushed forth with the rest of the warband joining bhind them. The completely unprepared natives hadn't stood a chance, and were in bondage in but an hour or so, any brave enough to fight back dead.
After this, the Khorneates set about preparing their new home. Using explosives they dug holes in the tile and carpet, creating trench works, pillboxes and other defenses ranging from crude and brutal to effeciently simple. They worked tirelessly to set up their new home, for the Brass Hounds knew only of war and would not be caught unprepared. The Hunt-Master watched it all, his new pet still chained to his steed. Truly, Khorne had brought them to a new land of plenty, and perhaps it would be here that he would finally ascend to Princedom. He chuckled quietly, itching for war to begin anew.
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