[Rated for copious scenes of violence, gore, extreme themes, and other related horrible things]
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The Imperial World of Kreuzung
Night had fallen and brought a cold, heavy rain with it. The town the rain fell on was slowly growing quiet as the citizens bunked down for the night, feeling secure in the shadow of the mountain pass and in the knowledge that armed soldiers of the Imperial Guard were watching. The mountain pass was a crucial point as one of the only passes through the mountains fit for both men and vehicle to travel. Guarding the pass itself was a large, fortress-like mansion: The Hinterhause. The town was a strategic strong point for both the Imperial Guard and the Forces of Chaos.
On a ridge overlooking the town crouched a figure. Rain pelted on his bare skin, from which jutted strange suds, and which was interwoven with metal plating. Varris, champion of the Dark Mistress, checked his chrono and stood. He turned away from the town to look upon the joint attack force he was leading. Three platoons of reavers sat or stood anxious for action. “It's almost time,” Varris said, walking back to the main body of soldiers. “Let's go over it one more time.”
“We've been over it a dozen times already, Varris,” sighed Fyx.
“And we're going over it again,” Varris said, shooting a hard glare at Fyx. “We can't afford any screw ups.”
Varris produced a small holo-projector and brought up the layout of the town below. The plan itself was not overly complicated, but Varris had the compulsion to make sure everyone knew their role perfectly. Fyx's platoon and his would take the flanks of the town while Markal's would rush up the center. This put Markal's men in the most danger, but he was the best equipped to weather such difficulty. “Let's get ready to begin,” Varris said.
Kreuzung Capitol – One Hour Previous
Sharp footsteps rang through the halls of the Administratum office. A frazzled scribe carried himself toward the office of the senior adept and knocked on the metal door. He was bid to enter and stood before the cluttered desk within. “You've looked better, Carl,” the senior adept commented. “What is it?”
“I've been checking and re-checking the authentication codes and identity information for those merchant ships that arrived a few hours ago. And I found some...inconsistencies.”
Carl handed a dataslate to the senior adept, who looked over it from behind the frames of round spectacles. He scrutinized the slate for several moments, scrolling through the collected data. “This is most troubling if it is true,” the senior adept said grimly. “Have you shown this to anyone else?”
“I came to you straight away,” Carl said. “I wasn't sure if it was accurate, so I thought it best to not show it around.”
“A wise decision,” the senior adept said with a nod, reaching into his desk drawer. With a flash of movement, a laspistol appeared in the adept's hand and he shot Carl in the head. “A little too wise, I'm afraid.”
The Main Assault – The City of Zephyr; Present Time
Victory was key and The Voice knew that. A secondary base would secure a foothold for further conquest on the world. The city of Zephyr, while not the capitol, was one of the larger cities on the continent. It also served as a gateway to the mountain ranges and having control of the passes would be a vital part of achieving victory.
The psychically charged chanting blared from the speakers as a full-scale assault began on Zephyr. Bolstered by their commander's words, the reavers swarmed into the city. The new champions had been given a collective goal: spear through the main artery of the city to the capitol building to secure it.
The Hamlet; The Attack Begins in Earnest
The three-pronged attack began seconds after the main assault on the city of Zephyr. Varris and his men moved on the right flank of the hamlet and pounced upon the defenders like vicious shadows. Blood flowed freely as knives stabbed into flesh with elegant, fatal blows. Varris got caught off-guard by a sergeant who came at him from in between two of the houses. The man was not a simple PDF soldier, his poise and eyes spoke of an experienced Guardsman. The power sword sizzled by Varris twice more, the champion evading the strikes with inhuman agility.
The sergeant was good, but not good enough. Varris found his moment and caught the man's arm mid-swing. His other hand found the sergeant's throat and slammed him into a wall. He pulled the sergeant's arm away from his body and with a serious tug ripped the arm off in a shower of blood, the cry of anguish reduced to a gurgle from Varris's grip. But Varris did not stop there with the violence. He threw the bloody sergeant to the ground and crouched over him. His fist connected with the sergeant's face, breaking every bone he struck. He struck again and again, bloodying the ground and his fists. Varris beat the sergeant until his skull was nothing but bloody chunks. When he was finally finished, Varris opened his jaws and let loose the sonic projector fused with his voicebox as a battle cry and signal to the others to keep moving forward for the Hinterhause.
Fyx heard the sonic shout through the ears of one of his linked soldiers. His platoon worked in perfect unison, firing shots at targets of opportunity. Fyx himself had remained at the edge of the town, directing his soldiers through his powerful psychic links. But even those links did not prevent a few crafty Imperials from locating Fyx with the help of a sanctioned psyker. The two soldiers were consumed by the lightning that Fyx fired from his arms. Fyx had something else in mind for the psyker and dove at his mind. The mental defenses crumbled under Fyx's assault and he burned the psyker's mind from the inside out. His soldiers continued moving forward, only a few falling to Imperial guns.
Fortress World Iko
Light years across the Girza sector, an entirely different battle was being fought. A planetary invasion under the direction of the Chaos Lord Kolgrim. The invasion hit while a Space Marine strike cruiser was refueling at Iko's orbital station. A calculated risk to cut down on the number of loyal Astartes in the sector while conquering a planet. The strike cruiser belonged to the Silver Hands chapter and they had been a thorn in Kolgrim's side for years.
In the opening minutes of the orbital assault, the strike cruiser had been sheared in half by lance batteries. The moment orbit was locked, landing craft ejected from the bellies of ships and pods fell from the launch tubes. The forces crashed upon Iko like a thunderstorm of meteors followed by armored landing craft. The pods unleashed Legionnaires in red armor, shoulder pads adorned with a dripping moon. From one of the first landing craft came the heavy footfalls of terminator armor; footfalls that belonged to Kolgrim.
Among the attackers stood Hannibal, a rising Dark Apostle. Impassioned words flew from his lips as he strode forth among his brethren. He kept pace with the charge through the fortress-city, booming voice emboldening his fellows around him as bolter rounds tore into soldiers defending the city. Large caliber rounds impacted the power armor worn by Hannibal and his brothers. Hannibal zeroed in on the gun firing and took his crozius in both hands, charging the Guardsmen who had the courage to fire upon them.
The Silver Hands were within the city and though reinforcements were not coming from the destroyed cruiser, a sizable number were on the surface of Iko. Stalwart fighters and defenders, silver colored gauntlets gripping bolters and swords with resolute will. From defensive positions, they fired. The older Hands knew the city was already lost when the pods landed inside the walls. At the very least, they could hold out long enough to evacuate a percentage of the population before making a tactical retreat.
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