Planet Vionsec, a desolate desert world with black sand, red rock and dark waters. The planet surface is cob-webbed with massive fortresses of ceremite and ferocrete, bastilles and walls dozens of stories high with weapons ranging from multi-las turrets to Volcano cannon batteries.
The bare earth of Vinosec was pock-marked with massive craters and scorched leagues of earth. Entire deserts now planes of glass from orbital bombardments and deserts now stank of death, the bloated bodies of last month's battle rotting in the sun. Carrion eaters darkened the skies daily, their cawing filled the ears of both sides, demanding more food, even though they had leagues of dead to feed upon. Echoes of gunfire and war and carnage echoed around the entirity of the planet as the Green Tide smashed against the imperial defensive line. The local imperial guard and the early-arrival reinforcements held their line with iron-clad bravery and indominable will. They knew that if they wavered, their families would perish soon after they did.
The sun was at it's pinnicle in the sky, noon. The air was dry and blistering hot, waves of heat snaked from the baked earth, casting tempting mirages on the horizon. The only thing keeping the Guardsmen from going to the illusion of water in the distance was the mass of green on the horizon, the Ork horde. Their primitive warcry dominating the air as they began their charge.
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In the deep black of space, a blinding flash of light sparked for a moment, a solemn grey Astartes Battlecruiser emerging from the warp, entering realspace after the three day trek through the Warp.
Immediately after all the systems diagnostics were run and all the lights were green, the order for battle preparations rang out through the battleship Thunderfist, every Wolf inside it's hallowed ceremite halls running to their battlestations. The Drop Pods were being readied for launch by the Iron Priests and their Thralls.
The Blood Claws were rambunxious as usual, the Pack of Andhun Stonejaw already making bets and jabbing fun at one another. A few punches thrown here and there in good sport.
"Blood Claws! Save the fight for the enemy before I flay all of your hides." the booming voice of Skoll RageClaw echoed through the metal halls. The entire Pack flinched at the voice of their mentor. All eyes fell on the massive hero of the Space Wolves, his 13 foot tall frame filling the doorway, his three massive Thunderwolf companions close behind him.
"We make drop in less than twenty minutes. Do one last weapon's check before loading." Andhun was the first to do as his mentor commanded, always eager to please.
"This is your first combat off-world, lads. Remember all that you have been taught and stay in line, or I will thrash you myself." Skoll finished before walking inside the Drop Pod, his Thunderwolves never staying far from their master. The Blood Claws joined in the Pod.
"Allfather guide us and Russ protect us. For those of us who are to fall this day, may they awaken in Russ' Golden Hall." Skoll chanted deeply as the Drop Pod was loaded into the firing tube...
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On the surface, the greenskin menace had engaged the Imperial forces planetside. Gunfire, warmachine engines, and bombshells rocked the earth and air. Screams of the dying and wounded on both sides rose up to the heavens in a sorrowful and grim serenade. The Imperial guns kept the Greenskins at bay, keeping their blades from Imperial flesh as long as they could, but the massive tide of savages was closing in quickly, jaws foaming and slobering, massive, muscled green arms swinging massive bladed weapons, begging to be drenched in human blood. Just as their red eyes came into view, the sky was filled with fire and a massive roar filled the ears of all who walked on that plane. Drop Pods wrapped in fire fell from the sky, the radio interference garbling, a chorus of howls as the Great Company of Ragnar Blackmane fell upon the Ork menace.
"Show no mercy you would accept!" The dominating voice of Skoll RageClaw echoed out once the ramps of his Drop Pod fell. His Thunderwolves charged out from the pod, himself not far behind, and his Blood Claws right behind him.
"For Russ and the Wolftime!"
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