The Battle For Harkanor

Introduction

“The sky shall be painted in blood.” Lord Krugous of the World Eaters

This was just the beginning.

In the days to come Inquisitor Sewell had arrived on Harkanor with his retinue to advise the Planetary Governor Joseph Swansung. A small fleet of Imperial Naval ships prepared for a defence, each of the ships commanders knew an Imperial crusade fleet was inboun. What they didn’t know was the crusade would take another month before Harkanor could be reinforced. Three thousand Cadian Shock troops made planet fall in the attempt to defend the world from the ground. Mordian Guardsmen numbering two thousand and five hundred bolstered the PDF in the defence of the main city Xiberia. A detachment of Adaptus Soritos also made ready to defend the great city of Xiberia.

The Imperial forces had just six days to prepare a ground defence, it was on the third day the Adaptus Astartes of the Crimson Fists commanded by Captain Shymra Karridon of the third company made orbit around the planet, yet they were small in number. Numbering only thirty warriors seven of which were newly trained scouts The Captain and his Astartes made planet fall leaving the none Astartes crew to man the vessel. On the fourth day two more Imperial warships had arrived with a small flotilla of frigates to aide in the main defence. The frigates however were tasked with transporting civilians off world most of which were of the noble households and the Governors own family. The Imperial naval warships made a blockade which was to attempt to slow down the oncoming armada of chaos warships. On the fifth day came the arrival of the last cruiser to aide in the defence after hearing the immediate request. This ship was a dauntless class warship of the Flesh Tearer’s chapter named Red Shadow with a contingent of fifty Astartes of the third company, under the command of Captain Rubious Skran. This was the last to reinforce the defence. Red Shadow remained in orbit of leaving the Small naval fleet to its blockade.

On the sixth day of the sixth hour of the sixth minute the Armada emerged numbering over a thousand ships of all sizes led by the large space hulk Domious Est Voldor It was at this point Harkanor had ran out of time and the biggest slaughter of lives the population would ever know was about to commence.
 

Prologue
"Let them know what it means to take on the vengful Might of the Imperiums Navy" Lord Admiral Oliver Budami
 

Admiral Budami slowly walked across the bridge balcony hands firmly behind his back, each step taken clanged on the metal flooring. The tall muscular man admired his ship a large Emperor class cruiser of great power. Below his crew manned their stations with great efficiency, while servitors spoke to one another in binary. Though they worked with efficiency sometimes he wondered if it was the presence of Commissar Ford who stood firm in the shadows watching everything. Budami never liked the presence of the Commissariat He preferred to dish out his own justice should the situation arise. Ford stood along attired in a long leather trench coat that drooped to his ankles.
The bridge Budami walked across was lit in a low lighting and looked more like a cathedral than a ship of war. Large arched windows surrounded the sides of the massive command centre of his mighty ship. From each side Budami could see the other naval ships in a blockade waiting patiently for their foes to arrive. The scholar had predicted this was the day. Budami himself felt his war ship the Righteous Hand was more than ready. But then he also knew that would depend on the size of the invading fleet. All he knew about his invaders was they were due anytime.

All in all there were fifteen naval warships of differing sizes and a large number of smaller frigates which were preparing to leave orbit of the planet the flotilla was defending. A further two vessels haunted the darkness both belonging to that of the famed Adaptus Astartes. One smaller frigate Talon’s Claw belonging to the Crimson Fists and Red Shadow a larger strike cruiser commanded by the Flesh Tearer’s. Budami blessed his Emperor for their presence yet felt cautious of the dreaded Flesh Tearer’s. Knowing little of their small chapter, yet what he did know of them was purely by reputation. And that reputation scared the Admiral to his bones. Contact with the Red Shadow had been brief and short but clear enough they would remain in orbit of Harkanor as a last stand before planet fall.

Satisfied with his inspections Admiral Budami returned to his command Pulpit taking a seat within he placed his hands on the controls of the pulpits arms. Shortly after Commissar Ford approached his side remaining silent. The admiral noted the plasma pistol holstered at his left and the long chainsword at his right thigh. Silence fell across the bridge leaving an eerie air of atmosphere. This was always the case before a battle was coming. Keying his holo image Budami looked at the other fourteen ships all waiting as was he.

“Time Commander.” Budami asked looking across at the middle aged man standing firm by his console.

“Aye sir, six “o” six am, Lord Admiral.”

The bridge lights began to flash with the intruder alarm forcing the Commander to turn back to his console.

“We have incoming Lord Admiral.”

“Hostile or friendlies Commander.”

“Unconfirmed as yet Lord Admiral.”

“Distance and speed.” Budami queried.

“Two Hundred and ninety Kilo’s and at a slow pace.” Junior Lieutenant Hershy Called out in her soft voice.

“Should I hail them Lord Admiral.” Hershy asked.

“Not as Yet Lieutenant, let them get closer. If they are Imperial they would likely make contact soon.”

“Lord Admiral more have entered system.” Commander Brannik said looking up.

“Numbering.” The Commissar said.

Commander Brannik looked up facing the Commissar his back remaining straight and his footing to attention.

“Size has tripled. Commissar. Admiral order’s”

“For now we wait and watch it is all we can do signal the fleet to do likewise. However have engineering prepare for fusion recoil and system restart should we need to. Order forward Lances active and bring the missile launchers online.”

“Aye, aye Lord Admiral.”

Commissar Ford leant over to whisper into Budami’s ear.

“Perhaps it wise you order a launch on all fighters. From what we’re looking at if those vessels are hostile we will need all the fire power and protection we can muster.”

The Admiral looked up pondering the thought himself, he hated it when someone else had his idea’s especially that of a commissar. Yet deep within he knew the man was correct in his thinking.

“Lieutenant Hershy Order all fighter squadrons on launch standby. If those bugger’s are of hostile intent it will be wise for some back up fire power.”

Hershy did as ordered speaking softly into her ear piece giving the Lord Admirals orders.

“Lord Admiral we have an accurate reading from approaching fleet, they are running weapons hot, I repeat they are running weapons hot.” Commander Brannik announced.

A grin fell across Budami’s face.

“Good the wait is over. Let us show them what it means to take on the vengeful might of the Imperial Navy.”

“Aye sir.”

“Prepare forward batteries bring all lances online instruct fighter squadrons to make launch.” Budami called.

“Aye sir. Multiple targets approach.”

“What are we looking at Commander.” Budami asked.

The commander remained silent for a few moments before re-checking his systems readings were correct, finally the thin man turned to face his Lord Admiral. His face now the colour of white with tear’s beginning to roll from his eyes.

“Over a thousand Lord Admiral.”

Both the Admiral and Commissar exchanged glances. At that same moment the junior lieutenant called out.

“Multiple shots fired incoming missile fire.”

“BRACE FOR IMPACT.” Budami called, moments before the Righteous Hand shuddered from the violence of impacting missile’s exploding across the hull.

Sirens began chiming across the bridge as smoke began to fill the corners then came a second wave of quakes shock the gigantic vessel again this time explosions detonated within the ship itself. Parts of the bridge’s roofing came away slamming hard onto the deck killing three servitors under the massive weight and two junior crewmen.

“RETURN FIRE.” Budami called, wiping a gash of blood from his forehead.

“Aye sir Preparing to fire sir.” Junior lieutenant Conwan announced.

Budami swung around in his command pulpit letting its pistons grind at a speed like wheels without the protection of tires. The Commissar stepped back keeping his eyes fixed on the large window that enveloped the front of the bridge. Sirens chimed crew moved about working their consoles, while servitors scurried from one end to the other as though everything where normal. Budami spoke into his ear comm. Giving orders for the storm troopers to guard the bridge in case of sudden boarding parties. As the pulpit returned to face the large window a shudder crept across the large bridge letting the vibrations make a low pitched creaking sound. That was the forward batteries returning fire.

The darkness ahead lit up like a firework display would light the night sky as long laser streaks spread across the sky finally exploding off the sides of their targets. Budami slammed his fist the right arm of the pulpit.

“Bring the fusion cannon online Mr Conwan.” He bellowed

“Aye sir.”

“It will take us a minute of more to rebuild power after one shot Lord Admiral.” Brannik mentioned wiping sweat from his forehead.

“And.” Commissar Ford queried.

“And Commissar the commander is reminding me we will be vulnerable for that period. However the Commander forgets the other ships can cover for us.” Budami retorted.

“Fusion Cannon online Lord Admiral.” Conwan interrupted.

“Order a launch on all fighters with immediate effect.”

“Fighters white quad red squad and blue launch.” Conwan said speaking into the micro com fixed into his ear.”

“Lord Admiral they are closing.”

“FIRE.”

The crew wrenched forwards some thrown silently from their footing yet all wrenched forwards from the impact of the large fusion cannon opening up and releasing it’s blazing impulsed attack. The crew watched as the bridge fell into darkness losing all lighting, followed by the drop of the chiming sirens. Budami rose from his command pulpit dropping to one knee both fists clenched tightly yet his eyes remained on the fusion trail. The weapons attack slammed hard into one of the invading chaos vessels slamming hard into its hull followed by an almost blinding explosion as it simply tore the others hull away like ripping paper. The explosion forced the other vessel down to a slant while flames roared across the hull and the inner sanctum of the mighty vessel. What follwed was crewmen drifting away along side bulkheads and various other components.

“Hit.” Budami yelled with a roar of cheer in his voice.

“Lord Admiral engineering report sensors down a full vessel blackout and shields down.” Commander Brannik said.

“Order the Blazing Sun to protect our frontal section and the Burning Hawk our mids.”

The commander sat in his seat brushing his hand through his hair.

“I’m afraid I cannot Lord Admiral, all our Comm’s vox channels are down we’re dead in the water sir.”

The Lord Admiral sat back into his command pulpit in a slouched position both arms resting on each of the arm rests. The crew stood and watched the burning vessel they’d just struck limp away trailing a long line of flames. What they saw come into view struck each and every man on the bridge with a fear unimaginable in their darkest nightmares. The Dominous Est Voldor strode slowly into view.

“GET ME FULL POWER NOW.” Budami bellowed almost choking from the strength of his voice.

Two large green beams emerged from the Dominous Est Voldor and hit across the darkness and through the raging battle straight for the Righteous Hand. Budami felt his feet leave the ground at such a force he saw his Command pulpit almost implode in on itself as the front of the bridge tore apart followed by a blaze of plasma flames that seared across the consoles taking the crewmen manning them in a puff of green flames the large window shattered while large panels from the ceiling came away crashing hard into the deck shattering the floor. What could only be described as the sound of thunder raged across the entire of the bridge in sink with the back walls buckling in on themselves forcing wall monitors to slam hard into the decking. Servitors burst into metal and flesh fragments once large panels collapsed onto the brain dead creatures crushing them from the sheer weight. A third and fourth followed by a fifth quake of the large cannon fire from the Dominous Est Voldor tore deep into the bowels of the large ship of war killing thousands of minions and naval crew. Flames took hold and residence down many of the gothic corridors wiping out and thing that they consumed.

Deep down in the engineering the chiefs whipped the serfs and slaves into working faster in the hope of bringing some vital signs to the flagship but the sixth quake turned the tide and then it was those same serfs and slaves that turned their master’s guns on them. Moments later storm troopers burst into the engineering mid sections gunning down anyone who appeared to be attacking their masters, hellguns blazed on the decks of the large engineering section as the troops tried hard to regain order. Yet to those who stood against these oppressors felt it was the end anyway and chose to go down while they watched their masters die at their hands.

Commander Brannik rose from the ground spitting blood across the deck his hair covered in large strands of sweat giving the appearance water had been thrown into his hair. His uniform was torn his boots dusty his knuckles bloodied from the sudden impact.

“Lord Admiral.” He called.

Commissar Ford like him covered in dirt straightened his cap spitting phlegm across the floor looked across at what remained of the Lord Admiral’s body.

“I think it’s safe to say Commander you have the bridge.”

Brannik slumped back to his seat still they remained silent and out of power. Looking up he watched the Domious Est Voldor annihilate the Burning Hawk. Brannik never heard those cries of death but could only imagine their horrifying screams.

Commander Brannik sat at his console on the dark bridge of the dying Righteous Hand watching the chaos fleet as a whole destroy anything in their path with great ease, leaving only flames in their wake.Some of the bridge crew began to pick themselves up the sound of coughing seemed to echo loudly through the silence that had fallen across the command centre. Commissar Ford placed a hand on the Commander’s shoulder; both men seemed at peace excepting their fates.


 

PART ONE
Battle For The Stars
 

Chapter One
First Contact

“History will remember my name.” Commander Brannik of the Righteous Hand



Governor Joseph Swansung stood from his observation lounge at the peak of the city of Xiberia looking on at the dawn sky. The sun had began to rise lighting up the rich blue of the morning sky a few clouds had began to cross above. The lounge was almost surrounded by the large window lighting the room brightly. In the distance passenger shuttles and troop carriers began to dominate the sky. Governor Swansung had been alone much of the night watching his beloved city, apart from the two guards attired in a golden plate armour, golden covered lasguns held firmly to their chests and their faces covered by a golden tinted visor.

The Governor wore a rich crimson silk gown covering his tall body. Rings of platinum donned each of his fingers; across his chest was the eagle crest of his family line. Though the Governor clearly liked his possessions, he was a well built man muscular and had clearly spent his life training well.

The doors to his private sanctum opened with a soft hiss, taking his gaze from the city below, he forced a smile at the site of General Roach commanding officer of the Harkanor PDF. Groach was also a tall well built man, wearing a long grey storm coat that drooped to his knees, and his grey smart dress uniform underneath, across his chest he wore a golden chest plate of armour, with the Emperors Aquila centred and masterly crafted.

“Forgive my intrusion Governor, but it is time we moved you to the bunker’s. The fleet have engaged the Chaos armada. It will not belong before they make planet fall.”

Joseph Swansung turned back to the window taking a long look at the beauty of his city Xiberia the capital of Harkanor. A small tear fell from his right eye, knowing deep down he would not see the city in its beauty again. A war was coming and they were out of time. And with these Invaders he undoubtedly knew his precious city would crumble before they were defeated. What the Governor did not know was the sheer size of the invaders.

Another entered the room and stood besides the general. The newcomer was attired in a black leather storm coat also drooping to his feet. At his chest her wore the crest of the Inquisition a simple “I” with three lines down the centre.

“Inquisitor Sewell.” Swansung said without turning his gaze from his city.

“They have come and it will not sit well with the population if the hierarchy fall before the battle has even begun. I suggest we head down to the bunker now Governor.”

“Yes of course.” The Governor paused for a moment longer making sure he would remember this place before the fires would come.

“This world will burn won’t it Inquisitor Sewell. The sky will be filled with fire and the city will burn to the ground won’t it.”

Inquisitor Sewell looked to the red carpeted floor for a moment before his answer.

“It will. But we will not let them take this world Governor. The cost is always high and we do have reinforcement’s en-route as we speak.”

Governor Swansung followed the General and the Inquisitor from his lounge, taking just one final look before his guards followed and the doors closed. The corridor was short and covered in more guards all stood to attention. The three men and two guards entered the elevator, once the doors where closed the five went down.

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Black Dog looked across the street his men carried food supplies in large boxes and began loading them on the three large trucks engines gently humming. At his side stood Beks a tall dark skinned man wearing only a body warmer with his large stub pistols holstered within. Black Dog was a gang leader of the black hearts, which were considered more of a friendly gang force not stepping too far out of the illegal zone as others did. Black Dog of course was charging the civilians who wished to flee the city of Xiberia. Extortion maybe but profit most certainly.

“C’mon hurry it up. Yeah hear that sound of thunder. That ain’t natural thunder that’s war in orbit.” He called out to his gangers.

Beks opened the large cabin door and jumped up to take the wheel, a revving sound followed and Black Dog began to clamber aboard.

“Ow many we got boss?” Beks asked.

“Sixty civilians some of which are nobles.”

Beks began to pull on the clutch giving a grinding sound before the large white truck began to move. As they felt the motion of movement Black Dog took his large combat shotgun to his lap cocking it ready for immediate action should they drive into it. Behind then the other three trucks began to follow.

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Inquisitor Sewell was the first to enter the command centre of the underground bunker deep below the Governors palace. Behind him Governor Swansung and general Roach. The Governors two guards took their positions by the door they’d entered. The three men approached the hololithic table set in the centre of the room. Around the table were the commanding officers making preparations. Stood tall at the end were two Astartes attired in a dark blue armour both much taller than a normal man, each man had their hands coloured a deep crimson with the symbol of a crimson fist on their right shoulder pauldron. One stood taller than the other. The Governor knew him to be the Captain. His head was bare and bold apart from his dark brown Mohawk that ran down the centre. Across his face he was a criss cross scare on his left cheek. The Cadian General stood to the right next to the Fenrissian Colonel. To the left of the table we’re the Modian Colonel and Major who stood with the PDF Colonel. At the far side stood Lord General Greyson a tall and powerful looking individual the man himself had a presence all of his own and at his side was the Sister Supreme of the Holy rose.

“Governor we are getting battle reports from the fleet. It doesn’t go well we’ve had reports of over a thousand Chaos ships.” Lord general Greyson explained keeping his large arms folded at his chest.

“So this is a full invasion fleet. Then we are doomed.” Governor Swansun replied in a sombre voice.

“We are not doomed until we are beaten Governor.” The taller Astartes said, his voice deep.

“Believe me Captain I appreciate the presence of the Astartes but not even your small number can defeat such great number’s. I mean you no offence in this.”

“None taken.” The Captain replied.

“What have we of the defences?” Asked Inquisitor Sewell.

“We feel we have fortified Xiberia well enough but its hard to tell before the bombardment will begin.” The Cadian Colonel Farrel answered.

“Devlin city is held up well enough and much of the civilian population have been evacuated from Queras. Those we couldn’t get off world have been moved to the western mountains.” The Modian Major Jackson explained.

“Governor you should be prepared to move to the mountain’s yourself should Xiberia fall we will not be able to continue the fight here.” Lord General Greyson then said looking into the Governors eyes.

“The Mountains?” The Governor queried.

“The mountains will make for good cover and good guerrilla tactics.” The Astartes had said.

“Have we received word of the other Astartes still in orbit.”

“Not much they remain silent mostly. Captain Rubius Skran has clearly stated his warship will make a last stand before the Chaos fleet make planet fall. He has assured us he will then make orders for his own to drop planet side.” Lord General Greyson said.

“What can you say of these Flesh Tearer’s Captain Shymra Karridon.” Greyson asked looking up at the tall Astartes.

“It is not for me to speak ill of our comrades. But you should know its better they fight with you than against. As of yet I have had no communications with Captain Skran.” Captain Karridon the Crimson Fist answered.

“Then we can assume the Navy still have bite in them.” Governor Swansung queried.

“Yes it is safe to say they do.” Inquisitor Sewell answered.

Captain Shymra took his helm from his waist and placed it atop of his head, they eyes beginning to glow red.

“I will take my leave and join my battle brother’s.”

“God speed Captain.” Greytson said as both Astartes left.

Ok Gentle men time to go. Make them suffer for every inch of land they stand on.” Greyson said giving the order.

Sister Supreme Karma smiled she’d remained silent through the whole meeting having little to add except.

“For The Emperor.” Then she was gone.
 

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Captain Cameron stood on his bridge watching the Righteous Hand take hit after hit from the other Chaos ships that where now crossing their lines. The Corbilous Est had engaged in broadsides with another Chaos ship each vessel blowing large chunks of Hull away from each other in a blaze of flames. Both vessels almost an exact match.

Captain Cameron had now assumed command of the fleet not knowing the fate of Lord Admniral Oliver Budami, his ship was still there but a light in flames and all systems down. Assuming the Lord Admiral dead Cameron had signalled to the fleet he was taking command. Out of the fifteen warships two had been obliterated the flag ship lay a blaze and the two Astartes ship’s where yet to engage in the battle.

The Captain had also ordered his Lieutenant Commander Goyer to send a communiqué to the command Centre on Harkanor itself. He’d since learnt that the planet was nowhere nearly as ready for this kind of onslaught. And that it would take weeks before the Imperial Crusade fleet would reach Harkanor. The prospect of being soley alone was enough to strike fear against such odds but the worst of it was the presence of the World Eater’s Space Hulk Dominous Est Voldor. The Hulk was last seen during Abbaddon The Despoiler’s thirteenth black crusade. And before that it had been many centuries. The large destructive warship struck fear by its mere name, but to be someone to stand before the gigantic Hulk was something Captain Cameron hoped would never be his misfortune.

“Captain two dark frigates coming into our port side.” One of the ensigns called out.

And at that moment Captain Jason Cameron and his Galaxy Class Warship ThunderHawk had entered the battle for the stars. The Captain removed his long stormcoat letting it rest on his Command chair and stepped forwards keeping his eyes fixed on the light show outside his cathedral looking bridge.

“Lieutenant Commander Goyer prepare portside broadsides. Charge up forward plasma cannon lets take one of those bugger’s down.”

Goyer a young looking skinny man looked up from his command bench with a nod then spoke softly into his ear piece.

“We are good to fire Captain.” He send moments later.

“Fire.”

The ship shook in a gentle aftershock as the Plasma Cannon released a large burst of Plazma that streaked across the darkness and slammed hard into the forward shields of one of the approaching frigates. A moment later the crew watched the hull smash and buckle followed by a release of green flames.

“Fire.” The Captain called again.

And again the plasma cannon fired sending a second streak of Plasma hitting the frigate a second time, causing more mayhem across the vessels hull. The bridge crew watched as fighter’s released from the Lord Admiral’s ship began making bombing runs across the burning vessel’s side. The Captain admired their accuracy and skill at flying in unison. Satisfied the Frigate was dying Captain Cameron turned his attention to the second frigate to approach.

“They are almost upon us open broadsides and engage with immediate effect will you.” He ordered.

The ThunderHawk shook from impacting lance fire bracing its portside hull as both vessels went side by side and both firing in broadside actions. The ThunderHawk had the advantage of been a much larger ship of war than the smaller dark frigate and all but destroyed the second vessel.

“Move us away would you Ensign Singh.” Captain Cameron ordered.

“Aye aye sir.”

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Lieutenant Corsch watched the Rightous Hand lit ablaze from the violent attack of the Chaos Space Hulk Dominous Est Voldor. Lieutenant Corsch was a fighter pilot launched from the Rightous Hand and red squad leader. He tilted his fighter to one side speeding away from the Dominous Est Voldor guns blazing at her hull.

“This is Red Leader to red squad turn about and make a second run for that cursed Hulk.” The lieutenant ordered.

The seven fighters of red squad did as ordered and spun around on their axes and made a second bombing run across the red tinted hull of the large Dominous Est Voldor.

The fighter pilots noticed the launch bays of the great vessel had opened and suddenly found Chaos fighter’s emerging to intercept their futile attemps.

“Got seven Chaos birds.” Said Red five.

“I make seventeen.” Red Six spoke out.

“Twenty.” Red two.

“Form up and make a cover for your partners rear. Hold and fire on contact.” Corsch announced.

His fighter shuddered from impacting laser fire, the short ranged attack bounced of his hull with small effect of damage. Corsch watched and waited for the fighter’s to close on his position then swerved his fighter to the starboard side while his next Red three swerved to the portside. Red seven engaged with a frontal assault, and unknowingly entered a game of chicken. Red squad watched in horror as Red Seven was blown apart, his screams echoing through their vox channels.

The rest of red squad engaged in dog fight style fighting chasing and been chased by laser fire. Blue squad moved into a defending position to engage the Chaos fighters two of which slammed hard into the hull of the Dominous Est Voldor and became small fire balls on the hulk.

Lieutenant Corsch took a suvre hit to his rear forcing him nose down into a dive the young lieutenant tried hard to maintain a balance but found he’d been followed by three chaos fighter’s all taking pot shots at his back.

“This is Red Leader I need assistance.” This was the last transmission Corsch ever made before his was blown apart.

What was left of red squad took down those three fighter’s in a victory charge leaving only burning metal in their wake. White squads seven fighter’s had now joined the two squads to bolster their number’s but yet still found themselves seriously out gunned out numbered and on the retreat back to the Imperial fleets line.

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“We have power.”

Commander Brannik suddenly looked up to see the bridge of the righteous Hand light up as the voice of the enginseer in charge of engineering had spoken.

“Ensign stats now.” The Commander called with a new found enthusiasm.

“We have partial shields the fusion cannon is still active. We’ve lost our forward batteries and lances. Broadsides are still functional.”

“Good open them up. We’ll take the fight to that Chaos Bastard.”

“Aye aye sir.”

What took so long for a power build up.” Commissar Ford asked.

“Mutiny some of the serfs took it upon themselves to leave their duties. We’ve regained order.” The voice of the enginseer through the vox line.

The bridge crew looked up to witness the Dominous Est Voldor pass to their starboard side.

“Are they aware we’ve become active again.” Ford queried.

“Who knows either way that will be a mistake on their part. OPEN FIRE.” Brannik bellowed.

The righteous hand poured everything it had into damaging the side of the Chaos space hulk guns blazed firing brutal shots that slammed across the hull of the Dominous Est Voldor cracking its red tinted side with a roar. The crew cheered at their success but those cheer’s soon died down as the Chaos warship returned fire.

Shot after shot tore deep into the Righteous Hand’s hull smashing the inner decks apart creating a mass effect of internal explosions that ripped deep into each deck. The force of the attack was that violent it blew the large flag ship away with such force the ship rolled and took more hits to the underbelly. More explosions co horsed smashing deep into the vessel again. Crew were blown about like rag dolls some fell ablaze in flames while others just disintegrated on contact. The vacuum blew hundreds from the flagship.

The bridge burst into a large ball of flames killing half of the crew manning their stations, smoke filled the large command entre and the floor began to cave in deep. Commissar Ford found himself thrown into the Commander knocking him from his seat. A gush of flames blew overhead of both men igniting the ceiling in what looked like a flow of larva.

“What now.” Ford coughed.

“Now Commissar, now we die.” The commander picked himself up looked about his bridge the now charred body of the Lord Admiral Budami and his dying crew.

“Give me full power to the fusion cannon and bring us around for ramming speed would you Lieutenant Hershy.

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Five minutes had passed and the badly blazing Righteous Hand had turned about and picked up speed headed straight for the portside of the Dominous Est Voldor. Commander Brannik watched the red Hull become closer and closer as the righteous Hand picked up more speed its engines all ablaze from the force of their attack and the push of power.

“We have speed Commander we can fire the Fusion Cannon now and we’ll not lose speed.” Lieutenant Hershy said her face covered in soot golden hair hanging past her eyes and blood dripping from her cheeks.

“It’s been an honour Commander.” Commissar Ford said.

“It has Commissar.” Brannik replied.

Spitting phlegm and blood from his lips the commanders eyes widened as the flag ship was almost on impact.

“FIRE.”

The Fusion Cannon came online and a mighty roar screamed across the whole of the Righteous Hand from the sudden recoil of the cannons power it blazed hard and slammed into the hull of the Dominus Est Voldor causing it to crack and buckle.

“Now history will remember my name.” Commander Brannik said allowed.

The Commanders eyes remind wide moments before the flag ship impacted into the space hulk in an almighty blaze of flames and destruction across the portside of the Chaos ship. Explosions reeked across the dreaded World Eaters gigantic war machine causing a slight shudder. Yet to vessel remained on coarse trailing a plume of flames but not enough to do serious amounts of damage, but the Imperial flag ship was no more.




 

Chapter Two
Broken lines



“Admiration for the futile fools is amusing.” Krugeus, Lord Of The World Eater’s

Lord Krugeus sat in his large thrown made of stone centred on the bridge musing at his path of destruction, his pearl black eyes remained firmly on the blazing of ship to ship fire. Krugeus was taller than most Astartes and donned in the ancient and powerful terminator armour its colouring different shades of red and purple. Strapped to his back he carried a large and powerful deamonic sword bearing deamonic teeth like that of a chainsword the sword had been his trophy for at least seven thousand years. Krugeus thirsted for blood he’d spent thousands of years within the warp time had passed to such a degree he felt it time to wreak a new kind of havoc and destroy the important world Harkanor. He longed for blood and longed to feel the joy of taking life once many millennia ago now he stood on ancient terra and thought against the might of the loyal imperial forces, before that he brought death at Istvaan V standing by his Primarch Angeron. It still pleased the violent World Eater’s Lord that his vessel of war struck such fear to his enemies, yet for all he was he found admiration in their attempts to block his armada. Unlike that of his fellow World Eater’s such as Khan The Betrayer Krugeus was a mastermind tactician and had taken with him the Blood Guard a large and well organised force of Khorne worshippers.

Below where his mere minions working his mighty war machine the Dominus Est Voldor. The World Eater lord towered over his own traitor Astartes who maintained their own controls, some stood at the doorways all fully armoured wearing helms atop their heads with lard ankler type horns.

“Lord, another petty piece of metal is drifting our way.” Another World Eater spoke out.

“Stay on course, I want to make planet fall shortly. We have blood to shed.” Krugeus sneered.

“Do they not realise their already dead.”

“Admiration for the futile fools is amusing.” Krugeus retorted with a loud roar of laughter.

The others looked on as their lord laughed all of them even his own Astartes feared him all knew the lord would not hesitate to shed blood at any cost theirs or Xenos, Yet it was always Imperial blood Krugeus longed to shed and spit upon. Turning back to their stations the minions and Astartes alike watched as another warship tried to ram them and yet again it fell pray to a ball of flames with the remains embedded into the Hull of the Dominus Est Voldor.

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“Road Block Boss.”

Black Dog turned to Beks with a wry grin then lowered his shot gun to the inner side of the passenger seat. Beks had a well trained eye but it was impossible to miss the Adaptus Arbites armoured carrier blocking the roadway. Five Arbites stood at the roads side all armed with their famed shotguns. Beks began to slow the truck down on approach to the blockade. Blackdog wound down his side window to pop his head out, brushing his slick black hair back and gazing through matt black shades, he looked at the approaching Arbite. Just as the tall well armoured officer looks to the Gang leader a glint of sunlight reflects from the other’s shades from the morning sunlight, the law enforcer blinks the brightness away and stops by the white cabin of the lead truck

“Problem.” Black Dog asked.

The Arbite peered into the cabin of the long white truck then signalled two of the others over. Black dog shared a glance with Beks then switched to watch two more of the black armoured Arbites approach.

“What’s in the back?” The officer demanded, his voice deep affirmative and gruff.

Black Dog watched the two other Arbites walk over to the other two white trucks now parked up engines humming behind theirs, Beks made a note of the four barrelled stubber atop of the armoured carrier now pointing towards them.

“Boss.” Beks pointed.

Black Dog ignored him he was more concerned with the officers headed for the back of his trucks. He’d instructed his gangers to drive through any obstacles but taking on the Adaptus Arbites in an almost empty city was fool hardy and suicide.

“Food supplies and civilians, we were taking them into the mountains for refuge. Is there a problem with that.”

“Open up the back.”

Black Dog nodded and jumped down from the cabin his black boots landing with a crunc on the concrete road. His eyes now fixed on the enforcer he led him to the rear of the truck were he opened the tall long white doors. The doors swung open with a creak of grinding metal. Inside Suzie stood pointing her autogun straight ahead. Behind the black haired ganger sat a large group of civilians some of which wore rich silk clothing, behind them towered piles of food boxes and medical supplies. The arbiter turned to Black Dog.

“Suzie down your weapon now.” Black Dog ordered, his voice firm and meaningful.

“I’m satisfied of your cargo, but we still have our orders to prevent smugglers from the city limits. Not only that but there have been more reports of cult cells operating on world. We’ll escort you to the city limits. My orders are to protect civilian life at the cost of my own life.” The Arbite explained.

The Gang leader smiled knowing the two men now shared a mutual feeling, he knew deep down the Arbite officer wished not to engage in a fire fight, he would see plenty of that in the coming hour’s, however Black Dog didn’t wish to partake in a war which would spell his death.

Black Dog returned to the cabin where Beks revved up the motor again, the road block was removed while the armoured carrier began to lead the way. Beks followed with the other two trucks in tow, his fat hand gripping tightly on the clutch with a sluggish push.

“We ain’t gonna be back ‘ere is we boss.”

“Not likely. By the time we make it half way to the west this city will be in flames.”

The Gang leader looks around from the window, the city streets are now empty and only a few carriers and transport ships are airborne, those who couldn’t get out of the city would probably not now. Home, that’s what this place was Xiberia the capital city of Harkanor. A good place for trade then again he would make a home elsewhere, Harkanor was about to fall, the question was how bad. Black Dog felt a loss at the sight of the city. Beks had now passed the boundaries and left Xiberia behind, the Arbites armoured carrier had now stopped and left the three trucks to pass. The officer waving his hand wishing them luck. Hell they’d need it in the coming days.The road ahead was clear with no traffic nothing in sight just an empty dusty road. The gang leader gave a sympathetic thought to all those people panicking at the star ports pushing past one another trying to gain access on those final carrier’s. That indeed would be a mayhem all of its own.

Black Dogs eyes remained focused on the city until they were out of sight and headed for their long journey down the long winding roads, which would eventually lead them to higher ground and rough terrain. How long it would take to get where they were going was any guess. And how long they’d have to stay was an even greater guess but if anything they’d be safer than in the city.

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The Thunderchild shook violently from the impact of lance fire striking their broadside, a second quake shook the crew, in defiance Captain Cameron stood firm he knew his crew maintained a level of respect for their Captain and it bode well with him that they see him stand firm before them.
The Thunderchild was an Emperor Class warship and was bigger than the now destroyed Righteous Hand. A vessel of mass power and capable of great bouts of destruction.

“Bring us about Ensign will you.”

“Aye aye Captain.”

The sound of humming echoed across the whole vessel whilst the ensign began its turning procedure, moving away from broadside action to engage one of the bigger chaos warships. The Thunderchild shuddered again from more missile fire impacting across her hull, yet leaving little damage. The Captain had ordered his side plasma cannons fire which tore the other vessel apart

leaving it limp in flames and adrift. The tech Priest on the bridge moved across to the Captains command chair his servos whining with each action, his large mechanical arms pincing the air. The priest wore the usual red robes of the Tech cult and his face hidden under a deep hood leaving two eye dots for his glowing eyes.

“Captain we will not hold out against that chaos beast.” He said his voice a sneer of a whisper.

The Captain ignored the tech priest leaving his eyes firmly on the battle outside his gigantic bridge window. In the distance the Captain glimpsed the Crimson Fist frigate make an attack run at the chaos war machine.


“Maybe not. But if that Astartes ship is attempting an attack run the least we can do is offer our assistance.”

Sorbo the tech priest merely bowed his head in respect for the Captain’s enthusiasm.

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Captain Du Ramor of the Talon’s Claw Crimson Fist frigate issued orders for full weapons fire at the Dominous Est Voldor. Du Ramor Commanded the small frigate attired in midnight blue uniform and a scouts chest armour. The Captain had once been a neophyte of the Crimson Fist’s many decades ago but a fatal injury had ended his career as an Astartes, before it had really begun, although he possessed the implants of a neophyte he was unable to continue his training yet due to his record of bravery the chapter had given him another purpose and now he commanded the Talon’s Claw. A small ship yet it contained a great amount of fire power.

“Captain the Thunderchild is turning to match us. Perhaps we can hurt that World Eaters blasphemy.” The young lieutenant spoke out.

Du Ramor smiled.

“Signal our thanks to the Captain.” He said.

Once in the line of site the Talon’s claw began taking shots and missile fire from the mighty Dominous Est Voldor. Its large guns brought the full might of its wrath down on the small vessel. The crew rocked back and fourth from the violence of the attack.

“Remain on course. Forward batteries on continuous fire. We have no margin for error now. They have us in sight so lets show them what we can do shall we.” Du Ramor smiled.

Sparks blew out across many of the bridge consoles smoke filled the interior of the bridge sirens echoed, and yet the little ship began punching back making direct hits across the portside of the World Eaters war machine. Hit after hit paid off as the red armoured hull of the Dominous Est Voldor began igniting in flames. Du Ramor now satisfied honour had been maintained for the small crew. And now Thunderchild had engaged the large battleship.

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“FIRE, FIRE.” Captain Cameron called.

The large forward cannons blazed in a red fury all of their own firing shot after shot in an attempt to weaken the side hull of the Dominous Est Voldor. The Captain wondered how much punishment that ship could actually take before slowing down.

“Captain , three war chaos battle cruisers are emerging on our position.” Ensign lex called out from her station.

The Captain turned to nod in her direction and looked down on his systems array taking a few moments to consider his option’s. He’d already ordered Thunderchild to turn and engage the Chaos Space Hulk which no doubt would cause critical damage to his ship. Now he had to consider taking on another three larger warships. The Captain grimaced pondering hard on a successful outcome for Thunderchild. Sadly he could think of none.

“Signal The Flesh Tearer’s we need aide with immediate effect would you Ensign.”

“We’ve almost made full turn Captain weapons fire has engage the Dominous Est Voldor.” Lieutenant Commander Goyer called out.

“Maintain a clear level of fire charge up all forward lances and bring the quad cannons online. Launch all fighter’s and issue order’s to engage an pursing ships.”

“Aye aye Captain.” Goyer replied.

A sudden and violent quake rocked Thunderchild the crew feeling a slight loss of balance on their feet from the shudder.

“We’ve taken a portside hit to the lower decks twelve through to sixteen, minor damage Captain.” One of the crewmen announced.

“Very good Crewman. Send fire teams to deal with any fire breakouts.”

“Captain we’ve turned full course and are now on course to engage the Dominous Est Voldor.” Goyer had said.

“Very well Commander. Ensign have we receive reply from the Red Shadow.”

“Not as yet Captain Stargazer has also been calling Red Shadow for aide. They are refusing a reply.”

“Signal again will you.”

“Aye aye sir.”

“Quad Cannons online Captain.”

“Continuous fire.”

“Aye aye sir.”

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The Thunderchild soared through the ongoing space battle its forward guns firing shot after shot pounding pressure on the Dominus Est Voldor. In return the Dominus Est Voldor returned fire its massive plasma cannons blazing plasma fire across the hull of Thunderchild forcing the might Imperial warship to shudder and rock from the impacting devastation. A sodden spurt of Imperial fighter craft launched from the launch bays spread in formation they began attack runs across the nearest Chaos warships.

The Crimson Fist Frigate had now emerged at the front of the Dominus Est Voldor blazing all weapons fire hoping to weaken the Chaos Space Hulk. Large explosions rippled across the red hull of the World Eater’s gigantic war machine. With every shot fired return fire hit hard across the Talon’s Claw.

Stargazer entered the fray in an attempt to block the Space Hulk with a continuous streak of lance fire cutting into the red hull igniting sections in flames creating black scorch marks. Again missile fire slammed across Stargazer’s side causing its mid section to buckle in the shear force of impacting explosions.

By now the remaining ten Imperial navy ships were calling for aide from the Flesh Tearer’s who were still ignoring calls for aide. Every last Captain knew the moment the Chaos fleet reach Orbit of Harkanor a planetary bombardment would begin and then they would begin to make planet fall. And with this Every Captain knew the more time they could give the ground forces to prepare was vital to the ground defence. Each Captain however was beginning to realise they doom was inevitable.

Chaos short ranged fighters began to engage the Imperial navy short range fighters in dog fighting, the darkness became filled with hundreds of dots all equalling a short range fighters, followed by what looked like a spectacular light show.

By now the Planetary orbital defence system had come online; firing missile after missile; creating direct hits within the fast approaching Chaos Armada. Red Shadow remained still in orbit of Harkanor, by now they were receiving distress call after distress call and yet they remained on silent running still yet to engage the Armada. This however was causing distress amongst the Imperial fleet.

A thousand Chaos warships and smaller frigates were descending closer to Harkanor and engaging attacks on the Orbital Defences as well as passing the small flotilla of Imperial Naval ships. Twelve large Chaos demolition class warships began to open fire on single targets causing great amounts of havoc on the Helforged Imperial warship. Within minutes the large cruiser was destroyed leaving spinning fragments of debris streaking across the stars, large chunks impacted across the rear engines of the Stargazer causing them to experience internal explosions leading to their demise.

Stargazer began to take a nose dive spitting out large plumes of flames from their now destroyed engines. The powerful ship suddenly got caught in the atmospheric pull of Harkanor. All the Imperial ships listened in horror to the dying screams of Stargazers crew whilst the giant vessel disappeared into the atmosphere of Harkanor. Wherever the ship would land would cause mass destruction across the ground. And more would die from the impact.

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“Damn those Flesh Tearer’s, They ignore our hails damn them. Why in the name of the Emperor do they not answer nor engage do they not see we need their fire power.” Captain Cameron grimaced slamming his fist hard on the arm rest of his command chair.

By now screams of the dying fighters and crew of the other ships had flooded his bridge from the horror that was happening all around them. Thunderchild was by now the only undamaged Imperial warship still in the fight. However the torment of the sounds of dying were beginning to take a strain on the Thunderchilds crew.

“Shut them out.” Cameron ordered his voice hoarse from all his bellowings.

“Captain I’m reading a bearing of fifteen large Despoiler class warships entering a trajectory on our position.” Lieutenant Commander Goyer announced his voice also hoarse.

“Captain my sensor array has detected a further fifty five chaos warships coming down on our bearing.” Another crewman announced over the ringing of alarms now pounding throughout Thunderchild.

Captain Cameron looked at his own system array and soon realised what had just happened. The small imperial flotilla was now grouped around the Dominous Est Voldor all guns trained on the gigantic space hulk. Yet all in the same position.

“Oh my God Emperor. I see what has happened, we’ve been forced into a cage like trap. They knew we’d concentrate our fire on their biggest asset. This is a trap. Now they are bringing their full might down upon us. Now I understand the Flesh Tearer’s reluctance to join the fray, they saw this all alone.” The Captains voice for the first time in the encounter was full of sombreness.

“Order’s Captain.” Lieutenant Commander Goyer asked.

“Send word this is a trap. Signal the fleet to come out fighting.”

“Captain urgent communiqué from the Talon’s Claw.” Goyer called.

“Put it up.”

Commander Goyer did as ordered.

“This is Captain Du Ramor of the Crimson Fist Battle Frigate Talon’s Claw. By now I assume you have realised what’s happened.”

“I have Captain. I have was just about to send order’s to the fleet to move away from the cage trap.”

“It’s too late for that Captain Cameron, Any attempt now would be futile.”

“What do you suggest.”

“The only thing we can do. Go down fighting. Lets make every shot count and let those Bastards suffer before we fall.”

“Understood Captain Du Ramor. It has been an honour fighting alone side you. Mark my words they will know a high cost before we fall.”

The com channel was cut with a screech of static forcing the crew to remove their ear pieces from the sudden surge.

“Captain they’ve blocked our com channels. We will not be able to make anymore communiqués.” Lieutenant Commander Goyer explained.

“Understood Commander. It would appear the battle for the star’s has already been won. Lets make them suffer for every inch they close in on our position.”

 

Chapter Three
Red Thirst Black Rage


“In those final moments before battle you must prepare for death then when it comes you will not be afraid.” Lord General Greyson.







Captain Rubius Skran of the Flesh Tearer’s stalked slowly down the long dismal corridor of the Red Shadow’s under belly. Skran was tall attired in a dark Crimson armour, his shoulder pauldron’s the colour of black. At his back hung a long ebony cape that trailed past his ankles on the metallic floor, following his clanging heavy boots with every step taken. His face wore many scars the most notable where the three deep scars that ran down from his bottom lip to the end of his chin, these were a trophy of a conflict with one of the menacing genestealers. Across the right side of his shaven scalp was a metal disc, fragments of flesh had been stretched over the sides. Atop his head his hair was short no longer than a centimetre tall. His eyes where circled by a deep red line.

“Captain, Corbilous has a fever.” Came the voice of Chaplain Crogius.

Skran stopped taking in the dark surroundings of the long corridor before answering the vox unit within his scared ear.

“Has the dreaming began?”

“Yes. It saddens me but it is time for the rites to be spoken.”

“I am on my way Chaplain.” Skran replied.

The Flesh Tearer Captain turned around to head back the way he had come when a violent quake rocked the Red Shadow almost forcing the Captain to lose his footing. Skran placed his hand on the wall to remain steady his eye’s catching the site of a servitor scuttling off in the distance. The smell of burning soon reached his nostrils.

“Bridge give me a report.” Skran said speaking into his vox unit switching channels to the bridge net.

“Captain we’ve taken a hit to the starboard side, a fire has broken out in the mid section. I am not counting any fatal loses except that of two maintenance servitors. We are getting a request for aide from the Thunderchild.”

“Ignore the hail. I have other pressing matter’s hold this position and return fire on our aggressor.”

“Yes Captain.” Came the voice of the ships Captain Taelos.

Skran continued down the corridor his thoughts on what he deemed an unfortunate matter which to him was more pressing than that of the large Chaos Armada that neared Red Shadows position.

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The sight of mass panicking people was almost unbearable to see, the star port gates had been closed Iron Mordian Guardsmen stood behind them las rifles in hand. The bright blue uniformed soldiers watched on in horror the crowd crushing one another in a desperate attempt to board the last transport vessel to leave Harkanor. Sergeant Hilts stood by the closed gate looking on through the mesh a chainsword strapped to his waist and las pistol in hand. The Mordian sergeant had already fired three shots into the air but to no avail the large number of civilian’s citizens of Xiberia had ignored his warning shots, now they were attempting to climb the fence. Hilts felt sorry for their pitiful lives, how the noble and poor mingled together crushing one another in an attempt to break the mesh fencing. Twelve Mordian guardsmen stood in a row behind the mesh fencing six on either side of the Sergeant.

Behind them the sound of roaring engines boomed out almost deafening out the pity full cries of the large crowd a heat wave washed over the guardsmen from the ignition of flames spitting out from the large transport carriers rear engines.

“Stand back I say.” Hilts bellowed above the din of the noise.

Suddenly with a mad desperate rush hundreds of the crowd began to climb the fencing pushing it forwards. Hilts and his twelve men stepped back raising their guns forwards hoping the gesture would put fear into those now almost over the fencing. But not a sign of retreat came from the charging mob whom now were forcing the fencing down.

“Last chance. We will open fire.”

Even as Hilts had spoken the words he knew they would not listen let alone acknowledge him, deep down he couldn’t blame them they were scared of what was to come. All of them so desperate to board the last transport from Xiberia; and off world from Harkanor.

The fence came down with a crashing clang across the landing platform of the star port forcing the twelve guardsmen and Sergeant Back. With a violent surge hundreds of panic citizens stormed forwards rushing past the Mordian guardsmen crushing them under foot. Not one of the Mordian’s managed to fire off a shot before the crowd stormed the transport carrier. Hilts rolled over onto his belly witnessing the horrifying sight, large amounts of people women children and men attempting to rip the side passenger door of the vessel off. Weighed down the transport failed to make take off and eventually slammed back onto the platform with a thunderous thud all the while more and more people crashed into the side rocking the vessel in desperate attempts to gain access.

Inside the transport craft the passengers watched from the windows in shear horror the outside mob begin to rock the ship side to side. The two pilots danced their fingers across their control panels attempting desperately for take off. Too many of the scared crowd where cling to the sides for dear life, shouts of insults and desperate pleas filled the air begging to gain access to the shuttle.

The Mordian Guardsmen tried to take hold of their las rifles but found themselves been clubbed to death as others snatched their guns from them, and began firing wildly at the hull of the large transport vessel. Hilts himself struggled to keep his las pistol, the Sergeant found himself shooting one desperate women in the face. The woman’s lifeless body slumped backwards and her corpse crashed on to the ground with a thud. A man seeing his wife fall to her death charged at the Mordian Iron Guard Sergeant with such fury his fists clenched together the expression pressed to kill upon his face was simply gunned down by Hilts who shot the man through the gullet. Blood vomited from the gaping hole in the aggressive mans neck one hand reached and clung to his neck as the man was forced to his knees gurgling; Hilts fired a second shot killing the man instantly hitting him between the eyes, his body slumped over his wife’s. One such desperate man attired in fine silks took a las rifle from one of the badly beaten Guardsmen now groaning on the ground covered in a mess of blood. The man took aim and fired the gun at Hilt’s making a direct hit across his shoulder. Hilts cried out in pain his anger drowned out by the mob now firing the guns at the vessel, one unlucky shot impacted across the rear aft engine igniting the flames in a mighty devastating roar. BANG the explosion from the engine tore deep into the ship creating a mass explosion of flames that engulfed at least a hundred of the cling mob and taking the vessel in an almighty combustion of flames. Hilts rolled to the edge of the platform moments before it became engulfed in flames hundreds of the mob now running around screaming in agony covered head to toe in flames.

“You stupid bastards.” Hilts bellowed before receiving the butt of a las rifle to the temple of his head.

Seconds later the platform erupted in an almight combustion of explosions killing half of the mob almost instantly, while the other half fled the scene desperate to evade the flames and explosions now reeked across the large platform.

Hilts awoke to the sight of PDF soldiers rushing into the mob in mass numbers guns blazing into anyone they neared, it saddened the Mordian Sergeant that such an action was necessary, not only had the mob sealed their own fate but had also sealed the fate of those passenger’s such a waste of precious life Hilts thought to himself. It should not have been like this. It was only a matter of hours before the Chaos forces made planet fall and already Sergeant Hilts had been wounded from gun fire.

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Both The Governor and Inquisitor Sewell had watched in horrified bewilderment the incident on the Star port of Xiberia’s last transport vessel. The Governor looked away in disgust at the sight of the burning remains of the transport vessel. Inquisitor Sewell had not been surprised by the incident, he’d seen it so many times on other worlds before, and He couldn’t blame the desperate. Colonel Roach commanding officer of the Xiberian tasked PDF looked to the Governor hate filled his face after witnessing the demise of the city’s last transport vessel.

“I have ordered my men to regain civility amongst the survivors. That was an outrage.” Roach said with a grimace.

“No General that was no outrage. Discusting yes. More Guardsmen should have been positioned around that Star Port. PDF troops should have helped bolster the Mordian Iron Guardsmen defensive line. But that was no outrage. That was pure fear and what fear can lead to.”

“We don’t have the men to spare to maintain order around the landing platform.” Roach retorted.

“Is that so, So General tell me where did those what is it thirty PDF troops now gunning down the what remains of that fleeing mob come from?” Sewell replied his voice edging caution towards Roach.

Roach considered his next words carefully, the General had to remind himself he was speaking to an Inquisitor an agent of the Imperium and it was not wise to offend one unduly.

“Perhaps you are correct Inquisitor, Should this incident be repeated I will be more aware of the precautions to take.”

“Perhaps you should instruct your men to stop executing those who’ve survived.”

Roach simply smiled. “Of course.”

“It really is time to return to the command bunker Governor.” Sewell said with a gesture of his hands pointing towards the doorway.

Governor Joseph Swansung looked up to the sound of distant thunder, his sight locked on the light show high above the clouds on the morning sky. Slowly the Governor said a prayer to the Emperor begging for mercy for his people. The sound of thunder grew louder and felt closer. Joseph Swansung watched the long streaks of what at first appeared like lightening, but it was not, he knew that was the lance fire of dying Imperial ships.

“Governor now if you please.” Sewell pressed.

“I have never lived through war you see Inquisitor. This is something terrifying to me, today I have watched my people full of fear rampage and then executed by the very men and women pledge to defending them.”




Inquisitor Sewell took a moment himself to watch the lightening display, followed by the sound of thunder.

“They are not pledged rightfully to defend the people but more so the planet. However I feel your concerns. It is unfortunate that Harkanor will now fall prey to the slaughter that plagues so much of the Imperium. Now I must insist we move you back to the underground command bunker before it is too late.”

“Very well Inquisitor.”

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Brother Corbilous was knelt on his knee’s his upper body bear and from his armour, sweat beads pouring from his brow his hair unkempt screamed out a feral cry. At his side two serfs tried to keep him steady his hands chained behind his back, the Astartes eyes the colour of red and a long streak of blood ran from the left corner of his lips. Chaplain Crogius held a book in his hands reading aloud the rites of war aloud.

Captain Rubious Skran entered the room and looked down at his fellow Astartes, then to Crogius. The Chaplain looked back at his Captain through the skull shaped helm his eyes a glowing red.

“The Serfs have re-coloured his armour. He has almost fallen to the thirst.”

Skran looked into the room where he saw five serfs bodies broken faces bitten lay dead across the floor in pools of blood. Corbilous’s jaw had been covered in their blood.

Skran knelt by Corbilous placing his face into the distraught warrior.

“Concentrate on the sound of my voice brother.” Skran said in a soft tone.

Corbilous looked directly into Skran’s eyes regaining his momentum acknowledging the Captain.

“Horus. I see Horus he waits for me. I swear this.” Cprbilous’s voice was hoarse each word had been followed by a panting.

Skran bowed his head placing his left hand on Corbilous’s shoulder. A deep sadness filled the Captain knowing a brother had fallen to the red thirst deeply gripped him, there were so few of the Flesh Tearer’s left now. It would seem within only a few thousand years the chapter would cease to exist, only now numbering four hundred each Flesh Tearer that fell to the consumption of the red thirst was a great loss for the chapter.

“I believe you brother.” He said softly.

Corbilous jerked forwards hate twisted within his face anger so violent deep in his consciousness screamed a feral roar that echoed through the room.

“I promise brother you will maintain your honour. You will take your rage to Chaos.” Skran said rising to full height.

Chaplain Crogius returned to reciting the rites of war placing a hand on Corbilous’s forehead.

“Be at ease brother Corbilous the Emperor has one final task for you. He will walk with you as he walked with Sanguinius. Be at peace within. The time is close for you to take your vengeance to the darkness that comes. War is our everything and in war you will find your peace, the Emperor waits for you Sanguinius at his side. Rest your mind and focus on the now. Focus not on Horus but on the sound of my voice. Listen to my words Brother Corbilous.”

The Flesh Tearer fell silent as such the Serfs slackened on his restraints and the warriors breathing slowed to a controlled beat.

“Have him don his armour Crogius.” Skran said a tone of sadness remaining in his voice.

“What will your order’s for him and the other seven be.” The Chaplain asked.

“Have them in a boarding shuttle the two serfs can pilot it and crash the thing into that Chaos Space Hulk. There they can go down fighting taking the fight to that traitorous scum.”

Skran took one final look at Brother Corbilous bowing his head in respect for the warriors self restraint.

“Now I must go to the bridge, it is time Red Shadow entered this fight.”

Crogius bowed.

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Captain Cameron bellowed order to fire after order, his crew never once swaying in their duty filled the heroic Captain with pride. Each and everyone knew now that their end was coming, yet in the face of such they all chose to go down fighting. Most of Thunderchild was now ablaze flames spreading deeper and deeper into the large Emperor Class warship from the pounding barrage of weapons fire from hundreds of Chaos war ships belonging to the World Eaters and Blood Guard.

From his monitoring stations the Captain witness the small Imperial Flotilla ripped apart in a desperate and destructive battle to the very end. The Crimson Fist frigate was ripped apart and the latest to fall under the onslaught leaving only fragments of burning metal which was the only evidence they had been there.

“Captain starboard broadsides are destroyed internal fires have broken out on mid sections. Engineering are issuing evacuation reports to the main engine core.” Lieutenant Commander Goyer called out above the din of noise.

Thunderous sounds rocked the war ship side to side throwing crew from their feet, a fog of smoke now covered the bridge; the Captain covered his mouth with a soot stained handkerchief. Goyer’s forehead was a mess of blood a large gash streaked down the side of his face.

“Keep those guns firing.” Cameron bellowed.

“Sir communiqué from Red Shadow.” One of the crewmen called out.

“Put it up damn you.”

A static hissed through the vox channel before the comm..s officer managed to clear it up.

“Thi….Ca…ain Rubius Skran…We’re launching a boardi….” The vox line went into a louder screech of static.
The Bridge crew suddenly found themselves thrown forwards as a massive quake rocked the vessel in such a violent force. The incident was followed by flames bursting out across the bridge engulfing three of the operating crew. Servitors rushed to them extinguishing the fire with their extinguishers.

“Hold your….nes For The Em….” Static followed.

“That’s it Captain. That last hit knocked out the Vox net. We’ve also lost portside broadsides now. The forward lances are crippled and The Quad Cannons have over heated. We’re dead in the water.” Commander Goyer explained whilst regaining his balance from the continous quaking as hit after hit shook Thunderchild to its core.

“Well it looks as though the Flesh Tearer’s have entered the battle.”

“Aye aye sir.” Goyer agreed.

“Issue a full evac. If there is nothing more we can do, it’s time to abandon ship.” That was the last thing Captain Cameron said before the bridge was torn apart in a devastating explosion, moments before the whole of Thunderchild was torn apart in an almighty combustion of flames. The two Imperial ships that fought at the Captains side were also ripped apart. Over a thousand guns disintegrated what remained of the Imperial ships. Dominous Est Voldor flew straight into the burning remains of Thunderchild ignoring the debris as though it where dust. Its weapons fire now concentrating on the orbital defence system of Harkanor and Red Shadow the single remaining war ship.

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Captain Rubius Skran stood tall behind the Captain of the bridge at his side Veteran Sergeant Augusta attired in full armour and helm fitted over his head. The crew stared on watching the Chaos Armada led by the dominating World Eaters Space Hulk Dominous Est Voldor. The ship Captain Taelos attired in black sackcloth looked away a prayer under his lips to the poor lost soul’s who’d sacrificed their lives.

“Maybe we should have aided them Captain.” Taelos had said.

“And to what help could we have offered. They had lost before the battle had begun, in aiding them we would have fallen prey to the same traps. We had work to do. Now Captain Taelos this ship will fight its last battle. Launch the boarding ship straight for the Dominous Est Voldor.” Skran snorted.

The Flesh Tearer Captain engaged the Vox link within his ear.

“Chaplain Crogius are they prepared for battle.”

First came static then.

“Aye Captain. Corbilous will lead the Seven Death Company into the Dominous Est Voldor.”

“Then seal the boarding ship’s hatch.” Skran turned to Taelos. “Launch the boarding ship.” He said.

The signal was sent and a small arrow shaped ship flew fast from the starboard launch bay straight towards the gigantic Dominous Est Voldor, shots from the space hulk where fired at the speeding boarding vessel explosions rocked the ship, yet its speed was too fast for an accurate hit. Eventually the boarding ship slammed hard into the hull of the Dominius Est Voldor. And Eight Death Company Flesh Tearer’s were unleashed with all the fury of the black rage. Corbilous was the first out plasma pistol and chain sword in hand. His whole being as well as that of the other seven filled purely with rage.

Skran looked on with satisfaction.

“Captain Taelos order full assault.” Skran then engaged the private vox within his ear. “All Brother’s to your designated drop pods, we make planet fall now.”

Taelos looked down at the small crew which mostly consisted of servitors working the small bridge, his one and only order.

“Ramming speed.”

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Governor Joseph Swansung sat alone in his chamber shrouded in darkness his thoughts on the incident at the star port, his heart sank for the poor souls that tried to flee on that last transport. A memory that would now haunt him till the day he died, he pondered on what other memories would haunt him in the coming onslaught. Sat alone eyes closed a single tear fell from his eye thinking of the poor crew and passenger’s denied their escape from terror. Killed without reason. His thoughts shifted to the PDF who’d charged in guns blazing.

A large quake shook the ground forcing bits of dust and debris to fall into his chamber, the ground rocked again with such a violent force Joseph Swansung felt his stomach wrench. He felt an uneasy queasiness in his knee’s as a third quake rocked the ground again.

The door to his chamber opened allowing the light from outside to flood across the floor and bathing him in a dim yellow glow. The Governor looked up seeing a dark outline of someone stood in his doorway. At a closer glance he soon recognised General Roach. Joseph Swansung rose to his feet his knees still feeling uneasy.

“We’ve lost contact with the fleet. Orbital bombardment has begun.” Roach said.

Chapter Four
Unleashed Fury


“When Unleashed nothing can stop the rage that consumes those lost in a most dark nightmare.” Mephiston Chief Librarian Of The Blood Angels.







Deep in the darkness of the dank Corridors of The Dominus Est Voldor the eight rage fuelled Death Company Flesh Tearer’s stalked cautiously looking for prey. Attired in their black armour and barely visible under the cover of darkness, Brother Corbilous led the group. Blood on their minds and the willing to kill ignited their willingness for prey. Yet as maddened and crazed as they were, the small group of lost Astartes moved in unison and a well organized manner, though that would soon change once they made for the scent of their first kill.

Corbilous held a firm grip on his revving chainsword stalking forwards, the taste of copper in the air infusing his instincts for violence. The Death Company Marine held his Plasma pistol forwards to make a kill. His mind shifting from the present to the bloodied death of his once Primarch Sanguinius, the Blood Angel that had fallen under Horus’s brute strength. Occasionally a restraint of sanity would return to his state of mind. Stopping at each corridor passing Corbilous would take a moment to sniff the air; the scent of decay surrounded the group.

Just ahead the sound of approaching armoured feet echoed through the long decay filled corridors. Stopping once again momentarily Corbilous caught sight of five armoured warriors their armour an orange firey red. The five were armed in a similar manner short ranged weapons and chainswords.
Corbilous took a moment to grin, then taking a further moment in wait, allowing his opponents to grow closer. His grin soon turned into a violent howl the rage of the red thirst took its hold on the Death Company group leader. The five stopped eyeing the darkness taking a glimpse upon the eight intruders that dared invade their space hulk.

Corbilous sprinted, the screech emanating from his lips an inhuman sound, and with sudden surprise the five World Eaters found themselves under a sudden attack. With all the fury of a pack of wild hyenas the Death Company tore into the five stunned World Eater’s, Chainswords clanging in aggressive strikes. The Word Eater’s endured their intruding prey. Unfortunate for the World Eater’s they had not anticipated the fury of the Death Company and found themselves hacked to pieces in a violent onslaught. Brother Corbilous head butted the first knocking him back into the wall with such force the World Eater lost his balance. Corbilous impaled his chainsword deep into the traitors chest revving the blades churning the other’s innards. A second tried to cleave Corbilous in two. One of the other Death Company Flesh Tearer’s slammed his Chainsword into the others neck severing his horned helm from the shoulder’s a spray of black blood followed.

“For Sanguinius.” Corbilous yelled and tore his victims head clean from its shoulder’s in an almight fury using his bare hands.

In less than a minute the five World Eater’s Khorne Bezerker’s had been slain, leaving a mess of blood intestines and bone fragments. Jorzen knelt by one removing his own helm letting it drop with a clang across the blood stained floor, and bit into the fallen’s neck his teeth ripping the other’s jugular wide open with a spray of blood. Jorzen swallowed the flesh raw his mouth and chin now stained with the blood that came from the cannibalized wound.

Corbilous looked across at the most gruesome sight and did the same removing his own helm and gnawing down on his victims flesh. A few moments later and the group moved on vengeance and fury in mind, to each of them they were invincible fully consumed to the black rage that plagued all of Sanguinius’s sons.

In the distance More World Eater’s appeared followed by more fury, the two opposing killer’s met in fatal combat the Death Company gaining that edge of hatred blades hacking into one another. Brother Kelm fell under the might of a world Eater’s Champion’s power axe, the weapon slicing clean through Kelm’s armour and deep inside the flesh. Corbilous witnessed this; his attention’s now turned towards the World Eater Champion. Swinging his chainsword low Corbilous made to swipe the Champion from his feet. The World Eater sprang back his power axe held in a doubled handed grip a fury all of his own in mind anticipated the sudden attack. Bringing his own axe to bear Corbilous’s chainsword met the blade of the Axe in a defensive block.

Tilting his head the World Eater Champion watched in bemused shock at the rage that fuelled his opponent. With a second swipe the World Eater cleaved his blade through the chainsword cutting the weapon in half, followed by his own insane laughter. To his surprise Brother Corbilous disgarded the now useless weapon and grabbed the World Eater by the throat hefting him from the ground. Both took a moment to gaze into the other’s eyes. Corbilous dug his finger’s deep into the Champion’s throat blood seeping out and then ripped the Chaos warrior’s gullet out dragging the limp killer closer Corbilous bit deep into the gaping wound. Blood dripped from his teeth dropping to his chest and streaking down to the ground. Corbilous disgarded the fallen victim. Altogether the Flesh Tearer’s Death Company had slain twelve Khorne Bezerker’s and only lost Brother kelm.

Brother Corbilous took Kelm’s fallen chainsword to claim as his own ignoring the fallen corpse of his once battle brother and moved on sighting a stairwell leading up, the group followed this time in sprint now hungry for more kills. Corbilous’s eyes were a dark shade of red, his face stained with Chaos blood the taste of decayed meat in his mouth. Chaos Blood guard charged down the corridor following the Death Company now moving swiftly up the stairs. Las gun fire bounced of the walls leading up took the attention of Brother Jorzen. The Death Company warrior took a single melt grenade and dropped it down the stairs. The seven blood guard screamed to death from the explosion of pure heat taking the flesh from their bones.

Now in the upper level’s of the Dominus Est Voldor Brother Corbilous continued to lead the Death Company deeper and deeper into the vaults of the space hulk.

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Shot gun fire echoed in the distance catching the attention of Brother Jorzen, his sense’s already psyched up to full. The Flesh Tearer stopped using his enhanced vision his sight now mainly filled with a red wall watched five Blood Guard progress swiftly towards the Death Company, guns held forward’s. Without a second thought Jorzen charged towards them blade swing left to right his face a twisted form of madness yet it was not the five Blood Guard he saw but the visage of Traitor Warmaster Horus. His screech an almighty feral cry Jorzen tore the first Blood Guard apart the blade’s of his chainsword dissecting the first. The second slammed the butt of his shotgun into Jorzen’s temple. The violent act merely infuriated Jorzen who took his bolt pistol to the aggressors face splitting his skull with a single shot. The gun chamber rang empty not even acknowledging the weapon Jorzen cast it aside using his bare hand to puncture the face of the third The fourth and fifth caught in the melee of his chainsword blood frayed across the walls. Jorzen dropped to his knees his cry inhuman. The Death Company Flesh Tearer began ripping at his own armour. His sight solely focused on Horus’s grip around his throat, except it wasn’t his throat, but that of Sanguinius. Once his upper torso’s armour had been stripped from his flesh by his own bear hands Jorzen leapt across the corridor and disappeared deep down into the darkness from sight.

Corbilous had watched the once proud warrior turn into a feral beast his mind completely gone, his mortal soul now at the mercy of his own inner nightmares. Only six remained Jorzen would not get far now stripped of his armour. Yet a small grin braced Corbilous’s face knowing that to be true he also knew Jorzen would kill again before been taken down.

Leading the crazed group off Corbilous now headed for the command centre of this thing, there he knew he could hurt the World Eater’s.

More gun fire followed in the distance and still the Death Company tore Blood guard’s apart in feral fury. None of the Chaos follower’s had expected this kind of dark maddening fury. Then again They had not known of the Death Company nor their living hell that consumed them all.

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Captain Rubius Skran was the last to strap into the final drop pod the hatch hissing on closing, A sudden red light flipped on bathing the ten Flesh Tearer Astartes in a dim red. A sudden surge and they were out of Red Shadow’s belly speeding towards the Planet Of Harkanor. Less than a minute the five Drop Pods had entered the atmosphere speeding down their underbellies burning up from the atmospheric fall.

Skran felt each vibration course through his being remaining still and readying himself for the coming slaughter to follow, his thought’s staying with Captain Taelos and the Death Company. The thought of the anarchy they would be creating within the darl vaults of Dominus Est Voldor.

“Captain three minute’s and we’ll have touch down.” Veteran Sergeant Augustus had said.

“Understood Sergeant. Once down we form defensive position’s and locate our whereabouts.”

“Do we have a destination.”

“Xiberia is the capital that’s where the main fighting will ensue so there will be our destination.”

“Understood Captain.” Augustus sneered.

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Rounding a corner Brother Jorzen slammed hard into the Ceramite armour of another World Eater, the warrior looked upon the Flesh Tearer his bolt pistol now raised and fired. Jorzen took a direct hit to the chest. Fury filled the Death Company Marine ignored the wound down to his bare chest the pain fuelling his rage. Jorzen reached for the World Eater only this time the warrior had been ready for him and sliced his chainsword into Jorzen’s upper torso the flesh torn like splitting paper, blood sprayed across the ground Jorzen screeched with agony yet still he attempted to tackle the Wolrd Eater.

Two more World Eater’s followed by a contingent of Blood Guard moved in surrounding the singular Flesh Tearer. All had guns raised at the badly bleeding frenzied Astartes. Jorzen grappled for the chainsword, once again batted back.



His time was now at an end one Melta grenade at his waist a final glimpse at Horus a nightmare that had now turned any sanity Jorzen once possessed gone. The other World Eater’s and Blood Guard backed away seeing the Melta grenade.

A sudden pause followed by raw heat engulfed the Flesh Tearer, tearing him apart and that of the Three World Eater’s and Blood Guard. The decayed corridors melted from the intense heat leaving chard armour and bone’s across the ground.

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Lord Krugeus slammed his gauntleted fist across the stone arm rest of his command chair, the stone cracked under such power.

“TELL ME WHY THESE ASTARTES ARE STILL RUNNING AROUND MY SHIP.”

The bridge crew shied away knowing far better to stay clear of the angered World Eater Lord. Krugeus’s face a twisted form of hatred now fuelled by the force of eight Astartes loyal to the false Emperor. Taking his mighty Deamon sowrd from the scabbard at his back The Lord swung the blade down beheaded two of the serf’s that controlled the weapons array near his chair. Blood flayed from their severed necks. A small creature leapt from the shadows and began sucking on the dripping blood.

Champion Soshi his helm at his waist stopped before his master, his eyes a dim glow of red over his pale flesh.

“Lord if it pleases you I shall hunt these loyalist scum and slay them by my own hand.”

“Do not return to me until they have been slain.” Krugeus bellowed.

Champion Soshi left the bridge instantly wish not to infuriate his master further. Krugeus turned to the internal operator a crooked form of a man his spine splitting from the skin, and covered in fungus.

“How many of them are there?”

“E-e-e-eight-t L-lord. W-w-we h-have k-killed tu-two l-or-d” It replied.

“SIX Astartes cause this kind of havoc and there are over three thousand crew. WHY.”

Krugeus simply shot the wretched fiend in the head a surge of dark blood decorated the dismal console he’d once occupied. The World Eater’s Lord’s anger on the verge of psychotic. The bridge crew looked back to their consoles not one daring to meet the angered lords gaze, not even the World Eater’s Astartes dared to gaze upon Krugeus.

Lord Krugeus stomped angrily around the command pit of the bridge his bridge, Dominus Est Voldor had now reached atmospheric orbit of Harkanor the order now given for planetary bombardment. A well used tactic to soften down the planetary defences and their famed guardsmen. Krugeus welcomed the coming fight. The knowledge the Crimson Fist’s and the Flesh Tearer’s were here. Primarch Angeron had hated both Sanguinius and that of Rogal Dorn. It would be a good deed to slay their Astartes sons in brutal combat.

“Give the order’s for planet fall. I want to see the whites of their eyes as I take their world from them.”

“Yes Lord.” Champion Argroth had replied.

Krugeus looked down on his favoured champion. Argroth unlike the other’s wore his armour black his helm remaining red. Argroth was probably the better of all Krugues’s champions and favoured lieutenant.

“What of us my lord will we be making planet fall with the fleet.” Agroth questioned.

You shall lead my minion’s Argroth. I will follow when these infernal bastard’s that plague my ship are slain.”

Argroth bowed and signalled his guard to vacate the bridge and head for their ancient drop pods.

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Corbilous crept slowly down the long hall his back to the wall his person using the shadows rto remain hidden from first sight. Six of them remained but to where they had gone Corbilous did not know, they were too far gone now. Corbilous hoped he would fall in glory before the rage took what little of his trained mind was left.

Gun fire barked in the distance leaving a short smile gracing the blood stained face of Corbilous the smell of burnt metal entered the tall hall, probably once a room of prayer now a place of blasphemy. Icons of Khorne hung high from the altar blood stained the dank floor turn curtains drooped down. Naked bodies hung from the rafter’s some skinned other’s just dead. Many of the bodies were that of the elder of what craftworld was not known. Corbilous felt no remorse for them they were nothing more than Xenos filth.

The great door opened a tall world Eater emerged his head bare his flesh the colour of decay his eyes a dim yellow, the warrior’s smile revealed a row of sharpened teeth the Khorne symbol tattooed upon his forehead. Corbilous remained still had the warrior seen him he could not tell. The burning of hatred swelled deep his finger’s clutching tightly the hilt of the chainsword.

Champion Soshi sniffed the air, the smell of fresh blood graced his nostril’s Soshi scanned the hall his power axe in hand still stained with blood from the fall Flesh Tearer’s five gunned down but one remained. Where was he. Soshi moved slowly from the door down the centre of the room a dim light bathing his features.

“Where are you?” Soshi called allowed.

“I smell you.”

Corbilous moved from the shadows chainsword now revving his plasma pistol long since spent now discarded. Both warriors locked eyes a gaze to kill on both. Both consumed with a feral rage.
Soshi moved swiftly leaping high feet landing on a broken bench now the champion towered over the Death Company Flesh Tearer. The World Eater leapt again this time sweeping his power axe low as to catch the Flesh Tearer.

Corbilous moved back using his chainsword to block the attack then parry the axe away. Leaping forwards himself Corbilous landed feet flat on the adjacent bench. Both warriors locked horns weapons clanging from each other. Twisting back and forth both tried desparatly to make a killing blow.

Soshi anticipated each move with feral ferocity his power axe in a two handed grip giving the weapon his full strength. Corbilous doing like wise both hands wrapped tightly around the chainswords hilt. Sparks flew again with a clang this time Corbilous pushed forwards on his blade forcing the Champion back, eventually leading to his stumbling from the bench.

Seeing his chance Corbilous leapt his Chainsword pointing sharp end down plunged the weapon still revving into the chest of the World Eater champion. Blood spatted across his face his eyes flooded with anger his mind all but consumed to the thirst. It was not the champion he saw but the visage of Horus.

Soshi released his grip weakened from the killing blow gazed into the feral eye’s of his opponent, there he saw a rage far worse than any world eater possessed. This loyalist had gone mad, his mind seemed elsewhere. Soshi would never know what anger consumed the Flesh Tearer, with one final breath he died.

Brother Corbilous dropped too his knees and bit deep into the broken armour of his vile opponent biting deep into the flesh his teeth almost searching for vital organ’s. Though the traitor was slain blood still seeped away unclogged.

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Angered further by the news Champion Soshi had been not only slain but mutilated Krgeus stormed off his bridge his deamonic sword unsheathed went in search of the final Flesh Tearer. His foot falls booming with thunder each step taken. The bridge crew simply ignored their master daring not to incur his wrath upon themselves.

Long minutes past since Krugeus’s departure hundreds of drop pods left the belly of Dominus Est Voldor thousands of vessels of all sorts departed from the fleet and entered the atmosphere of Harkanor the biggest slaughter of lives about to commence.

One crew man looked up an ex Imperial Guard lieutenant still wearing his uniform of the Dalagnites 88th though the symbol replaced with that of Khorne heard a sudden growl. He was not mistake the sight of a rampaging Astartes would send fear down any man but the sight of a Death Company Astartes gone mad was something more than fear itself. The man watched in sheer horror the attack came faster than the speed of lightening. Not one crew man was quick enough to escape the biting jaws of the loyalist blood stained consoles torn limbs were thrown across the floor.

The Dalagnite guard unholstered his crude looking las pistol to gun down the Flesh Tearer only the guard was too slow his next glimpse was a blood soaked face that of a man gone insane.

Corbilous ripped the mans head from his shoulder’s with his bare hands then tossed the head into another shaking crewman. It was now time to take this ship down. Corbilous un-hooked his melta and krak grenades from his waist taking a final look of the chaos bridge the crew clearly approaching las guns held for his head. Corbilous pulled the pin, then his world of pain ended and the arkness came with his death.

Krugeus screamed in psychotic fury at the sound of his bridge exploding. Flames spread down the corridors consuming more of his crew the very foundations shuddered from such a violent quake. More explosions caressed across the upper decks forcing the World Eater lord to abandon his own ship.

Captains throughout the Chaos fleet watched from afar Dominus Est Voldor torn apart, series after series of explosions dug deep into the gigantic vessel destroying everything within. The bridge of Dominus Est Voldor had sat above one of the core reactors which had ignited from the internal explosion and that of the many hits the gigantic vessel had taken caused its annihilation. Large fragments spun deep into many of the adjacent vessels causing their very demise. The destruction itself was like setting off a chain reaction flames spread throughout other ships while large chunks of burning fragments spiralled to the surface of Harkanor itself.

Krugeus had managed to board a thunderhawk and instantly went for Harkanor angered with more than vengeance at the destruction of his ship a vessel many times bigger than when first launched ten thousand years ago.

Anger plagued the World Eater’s lord, not fifteen ships could stop Dominus Est Voldor but one damned Loyalist Astartes took his ship apart.
 

Part Two
Battle For The Planet


As the sands of time run thin
All will turn to decay
As the stench of death follows
All the innocent will be stained with blood

The dark ones will dance before the storm
Sorrow will endure a world
Torment and terror will crush the brightest
Flesh will be torn from the bones in red mist


The god of blood will watch the minions pick at the dead meat
The blue skies will fade to a dim red
All the while the laughter of slaughter will blight the good
Mystic’s gave short warning
All in the laughing face of madness

Dangerous times
One world will perish never to be beautiful again
But forever to remain a burning shell
Where there would be hope
Here it will soon fade

Kill for the living
Kill for the dead
Kill for the fallen

 

Coming Soon!