Blood for the Blood God

[MarshallBrant]

I thought I might bring my story here from The Rogue Fourms to see what you guys think of it. So ya 'ere we go part 1 of 9. I just want to get some first impressions, so as to see if I should continue. I'll wait a day between posting so the masses can give their C&C.

"Sir we have a Warp breach outside the system." alerts a Servitor.
The commander looks over to the Servitor who spoke "how far outside the system is it?"
the Servitor responds "two hundred thousand miles, sir."
"Hmmm, how long ago did this breach occur?"
"Five minutes ago, sir" says the Servitor in it's monotone voice.
"have they made contact yet?"
"No, sir."
The commander ponders for a sec before saying "How large of a fleet is it?",
"we count ten Scout ships, five Cruisers, one Carrier, one Battle Barge, and one Capital Ship, sir", drones the Servitor. The commander looks over to the air traffic control Servitor,
"Scramble a scout wing of ten Thunderbolt fighters. I want to know who they are and what they want."
"Aye aye, sir" responds the Servitor.

Brant the Butcher, Blood Lord of the 82nd Grand Company of the World Eater Legion, looks out from the main viewing ports abroad the Chaos Capital Ship "Sacred Doom" he sees the star system stretched out before him. He speaks in a low growl "Yes, this system shall be a good sacrifice to Khorne."
He turns away from the viewing ports and looks at his captains,
"This shall be a triumph for the 82nd...." he bellows, but before he could continue with his speech a cultist speaks up.
"Lord, we've detected a scout wing approaching!"
Annoyed Brant looks over to the cultist who interrupted him, "What did you say, worm?"
Brant strides over to the cultist and is about to strike it when he sees the display. Ten blips moving toward them at speed.
"Have they been identified?",
"ye..ye...yes they have. It's a scout wing of ten Thunderbolts, Lord" The cultist says in a weak almost pitiful voice.
"Shall I tell the "Hell Fire" to scramble fighters to intercept?" It adds
Brant thinks for a moment
"No. Let them come and if they fire on us then we shall defend our selves."
"Shut down all systems I want the fleet blacked out!"
"Aye, sir" responds the Captain of the "Sacred Doom".


The Thunderbolts get closer they notice that there are strange markings & symbols all over the ships in front of them.
"what do you think they are, sir?" asks right wing thunderbolt 1,
"I don't know, but they look hostile" responds the Wing Leader.
They get within AA range, but nothing happens
"Strange, they haven't fired yet." notices Wing Leader.
"Aye, maybe their adrift, sir." replies his Wing man.
"Seems like it I'm getting nothing on the readouts.",
Wing Leader Voxs to the Commander "Lord we detect nothing from our scans, the ships are adrift", "Good, but get some picts of the markings on the ships. Maybe the Inquisitor can gives us an answer on who they are."

[MyNameDidntFit]

Ah I just read through it again and my opinion remains the same: awesome

[MarshallBrant]

Thanx mate. I just had this brain wave in that the forums are like lightly toasted bread and my story is like peanut butter, I have to spread the peanut butter love'in.

part 2.0.

The Thunderbolts return the the planet Theron VI. The planet is lush and full of life, every time Wing Leader sees the planet from space he's reminded of Pict slates of Ancient Terra he was shown when he was still in grade school. His flight knows it's coming the same question he says every time they return from a space mission.
"Beautiful isn't?"
"Sir?" Asks his Wing Man.
"Theron, isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"
"You always say that no matter what!...sir" declares his Wing Man.
"Like Hell I do, Victor!" Snaps Wing Leader
"Ya, remember when we had to fight off an Ork "Asterod"?"

"Wing Leader you've got a boogie on your six!", alerts Victor
"I can't shake 'em!" yells Wing Leader,
"I got 'em" confirms the pilot of Thunderbolt 5
*Target Destroyed* intones the machine spirit of Thunderbolt 5.
"excellent kill, Riley!" thanks Wing Leader
"No worries."
As Riley peels off to help the imperial Fleet defend Theron VI from an Ork "Asterod". Wing Leader watches as the Fighta spirals into the gravity well of the planet below and as it starts to burn up in the atmosphere of the planet. Wing Leader can't help but say,
"Beautiful isn't?"
"What the sight of a Fighta spiraling to it's doom in the planets atmosphere?" Asks Victor.
"No the planet."
"Give me a break, we're in the middle of a space battle and all you can think about is how beautiful the planet is!...Sir." snaps Victor...

"Hmmm, your right I do say that at the most inappropriate of times." realizes Wing Leader
"Finally." mummers Victor
"What?"
"Nothing."
As they descend through the planets atmosphere. Scout Flight has to weave it's way around pleasure dirigibles, where only the high born and most noble of dignitaries are allowed. Their sort of like a resort for the super wealthy, where they can indulge in every fantasy they desire. They fly over the cities and villages that dot the surface of the planet below them. The only thing that keeps this place on the Imperial Space Charts is the abundance of Imperial Guard worthy men that are raised here, and with a population of 2 billion. The Guard is sure to find quite a few worthy men to enlist. Other than that Theron VI is a farming world with a Capital City of Thausa where the Planetary Defense Force is stationed, with close to 1 million men at arms, no sane person would dare attack. When they land at the air field outside Thausa they're greeted by the stationed Inquisitor, Ramsey.

"Did you get the picts?" he asks, walking toward the powered down Thunderbolt
"Yes we did." responds Wing Leader, as he climbs down from his plane.
"Good, But you'll do well to remember that I'm a higher rank they you, Sig."
"Yes lord..." replies Sig
"Alright lets get these picts to the viewing chamber. I'm sure the commander will want to see them as well."
Sig and Inquisitor Ramsey board Ramsey's personal Chimera. The rear ramp closes and the two are bathed in a crimson light that fills the interior of the Chimera.
"Take us to the Citadel!" commands Ramsey
"Yes lord." drones the Driver Servitor.

[MyNameDidntFit]

Haha! That's IS a weird thought... More of the same awesomeness in this part, normally I wouldn't read anything a second time... But I have... Lol.

[MarshallBrant]

Haaa. I'm suprised that I've (at this point in time) typed 9 parts to this story. At the moment (while playing Halo3) I'm in the process of thinking up part 10.

[MyNameDidntFit]

Hehe, I still get that feeling when I think about how much I've written in my stories... I look at it and I'm like "damn never thought I'd be able to do this much :/" lol

[Rain]

Ooooh very good I love the present tense format too

[MarshallBrant]

Thanx guys. I have been away for a few days so I'll post 4 parts to make up for my absence.

part 2.5, it's a short entry:

"Lord, the scouts are gone." Reports the cultist while it rubs it's still human hand with it's tentacle.
"Good tell the fleet to power up, Capitan." orders Brant
"Aye, aye, sir" responds the Capitan.

As the Sacred Doom powers up. I sit in my cabin cleaning my Bolt Pistol "Khorne's Rage" it was a gift from the Blood Lord himself. I put down Khorne's Rage and I pick up my helmet and look at the scar that runs down the left eye piece. I think back all those millennia ago to the time when the Heresy broke out and civil war erupted all across the newly founded Imperium of man. 'Times were simpler back then' I think to my self. But before I can reminisce about those time so long ago, my Company Captain enters my chambers.
"Lil' Brant, prepare your squad the assault will begin in two days time."
"Shouldn't we be alerted 12 hours in advance instead of 48?" I ask
"Aye I agree, but the Blood Lord want our Berserkers ready for anything even ship to ship boarding."
"Alright. But what does the the Blood Lord want here, theres nothing of interest?"
"Indeed, but he's heard rumors that one of the lost Primarchs landed here."
"Really?"
"Aye."
'One of the lost Primarchs. That would be a great trophy indeed' I think to my self.
"Alright I'll have my squad ready and we'll be in the sparing room."
"good."

My Capitan walks out and heads down the hall to alert the rest of his Sargents to get their troops ready. I finish cleaning Khorne's Rage I holster it on the right side of my belt, I grab my helmet and attach it to a hook on the right side of my belt behind my pistol, I grab Khorne's Fury (my chainaxe) and clasp it to the left side of my belt. I head out into the hall to gather my squad.
I approach my squad's bunk, I open the door and turn on the lights.
"Alright kids rise and shine!"
There's a bunch of groans as the 6 other members of my squad wake up from their half sleep.
"I'm not getting up even if the ship is on fire." mutters one of them.
"You'll get you collective asses out of bed! The Blood Lord wants us ready to kill at a moments notice!"
I stand impatiently as they slowly get out of their bunks and sleepily stand at attention.
"All members of Squad Gorgoroth at attention, sir." Reports my second in command
"Good, suit up and meet me in the sparing room when your ready." I tell them
"Yes sir!" they respond in unison.
I step out of the bunk and walk down the hall to the sparing room.

[MarshallBrant]

part 3.0:

I wait for what seems like 4 hours, Knowing them it would take 4 hours. But checking the digital time piece on the HUD of my Helmet it reads only half an hour has passed. Maybe it's because I'm eager to start training, or I'm hoping for some ship to ship boarding action. Also I haven't had a wink of half sleep for close to 400 years...that's probably not good for me, no matter. As I begin to wonder if they'll show up at all I hear the unmistakable clank of 6 pairs of Cermite boots on the metal hall floors. 'Finally' I think to myself, the squad files in and stands at attention.

"What took you guys so long?" I demand
"We had to clean our weapons first, sir.", repiles my Lieutenant
"Bull shit! It should take you guys 20 minutes tops to get ready. You guys went back to half sleep for 10 minutes."
"Actually it was five mins, sir."
"Still that's lazy ass-ness. I should smack you guys bow leg-ed for that!"
They say nothing. But one of them notices a Marine standing in the corner with his arms folded across his chest.
"Who's that, sir?" the Berserker asks
I look over to where the Berserker is looking,
"Him? Thats our newest member."
"Whats his name?"
"I don't know, his name has been lost to us and himself. He's a renegade nick-named Rogue by his former Battle Brothers. For his style, lack of discipline, and being a renegade."
"Has he under gone the lobotomy?"
"Aye, he has....I'm surprised that you knew that word, Ardan." I say
"Ha ha very funny...sir." Ardan responds
Squad Gorgoroth brakes into laughter.

As we train with the newest member it becomes clear that he knows his way around a Chainsword. And in the sparing matches he bests Berric, the youngest full blooded son of Angron. Rogue has a tough time practicing with an Axe. But he's determined to become one of us, so determined in fact he continued to practice long after we left to our bunks and continued all through the night. I walk back to our sparing room the next morining to see that Rogue has taken off his Cuirass, shoulder guards, gauntlets, and his helmet. He's still practicing with the sparing Servitors. I look over to the corner and see a pile of dead Servitors, all of them are hacked to pieces and their blood-oil is pooling all over the floor.
"My, Your really determined to be an Axe welding berserker aren't you?" I ask
"Aye tis be true." he answers still fighting the Servitor
"But I still be likin' the feel of a sword in ye hands." he adds
"You know you don't have to weld an Axe to be one of us."
"really?" as he lops off the head of the Servitor and it crashes to the ground.
"Aye, A good number of the 82nd use Chainswords."
Rouge walks away from the dead pile of Servitors.
"Show me."
"Alright." I step out of our sparing room. I then lead him down the hall toward the other squads' sparing rooms.

[MarshallBrant]

part 4.0


As the Chimera grinds through the busy streets out side of the Capital City Thausa. Ramsey studies the pict slates taken on the recon.
"Well?" Asks Sig
"unfortunately I'm from the Ordo Hereticus, not Malleus so I would not be able to tell you what these symbols mean."
"Ain't you suppose to be fluent in these sorts of things?", Sig points out
"Witches yes, demons no." Ramsey replies

The Chimera approaches an PDF check point. theres a line of twenty civilian vehicles waiting to be cleared to enter the city. The Driver Servitor pulls onto the shoulder of the highway and proceeds to pass the other motorists. Some of them make rude jesters and honk at them but once they see the Inquisition's =I= symbol on the hatches and front of the APC, they immediately stop. "the power of the Inquisition..." mutters Sig. When the APC approaches the Check Point, the PDF salute and wave the APC through.
"Why didn't we stop that Chimera?" asks a Green Horn PDF trooper as they watch it disappear into the distance.
"He would have shot all of us for getting in his way." a veteran PDF enforcer answers
"Figures..."

When the Chimera reaches it destination the Driver Servitor parks the APC in front of the capital building. Sig and Ramsey disembark and proceed up the grand stairs that lead to the entrance of the building. There's a PDF Check point at the entrance, Ramsey shows his Rosarius, the symbol of his authority. The men at the station salute and let the two of them through.
"Must be nice to have that little gizmo." inquires Sig
"It has it's uses." responds Ramsey
The walk down the main hall, theres foot traffic like that of rush hour on the high ways, but the masses part for the Inquisitor and Sig just follows in the wake created by Ramsey. They approach a stair case that leads to the Imperial Government Offices, and yet another Check Point.
"Halt. Nobody get past without proper authorization." demands the Guard
"I'm Inquisitor Ramsey and this is Wing Leader Sig. We're here to see the Commander." Explains Ramsey
"My apologies Inquisitor, please proceed."
The two begin the long hike up the stairs to the Imperial Government Offices.

[MarshallBrant]

part 5.0:

As Sig and Ramsey crest the top of the stairs, their meet by a long hall with Storm Troopers stationed in pairs at each and every door and fire teams of ten Storm Troopers on patrol.
"I guess the commander wants this place secure..." Sig whispers to Ramsey
"So it seems." he replies

The two of them walk down the hall to the Command Center. Ever now and then a Storm Trooper will glance at them, but when they see the symbol of the Inquisition on Ramsey's shoulder guard they dismiss any notion of stopping him or his compatriot. When they reach the Command Center their greeted by huge blast doors 15 feet tall with a complement of 20 Storm Troopers guarding it. One of the Storm Troopers walks up to them and holds up his hand.
"Halt. State your business."Demands the Trooper
"Me and my friend here are on official Inquisition business regarding the space fleet detected outside our solar system and we wish to show the Commander what we found."
"I'm sorry lord. But the Commander is busy and doesn't want to be bothered at th-"
There's a loud bang of a Bolt Pistol, and the echo of the discharge sounds down the long hall like thunder. The headless trooper crumples to the ground in a pool of blood and skull fragments. All the troopers in front of Ramsey move aside and they open the doors to the Command Center. They walk into the Command Center and find it a hive of activity they wind their way through the throngs of petty officers and servitors. When the reach the Command Throne they both kneel before the Commander.

"Rise." requests the Commander
The two of them rise as requested,
"I don't want your petty kneeling, save it for the God-Emperor." The Commander adds
"Aye, Lord we wish to show you some pict slates of the symbols that were found on the hulls of the drifting fleet. They are markings I can't make heads or tails of I was hoping you might know."
"Yes yes. But did you have to kill one of my Storm Troopers?" asks the Commander
"Lord?" inquires Ramsey
"You could have told him you were here on behalf of the Inquisition."
"My apologies Lord. But I wasn't in the mood to explain."
"Alright then. Show me what you found"
Ramsey hands the slates to the Commander.
"I've seen these symbols before."
"What are they?" asks Sig
The Commander looks at them both,
"Their the marks of Chaos." he says evenly
"Chaos? Here!?" Exclaims Ramsey.
"Aye."
The Commander opens vox speakers to the whole of the Command Center.
"Men. The Great Enemy is here, we must retaliate against this threat! We will go to war and we will give these bastards a fight they will never forget. We will have victory at any cost!"
Cheers roared from the thronging mass of Imperial officers. As the cheers die down the Commander speaks to the fleet coordinators.
"Send out our fleet to engage the enemy."
"Aye, Aye. Lord"

[MarshallBrant]

part 6.0:

"Lord! The Imperials' are sending out their fleet to engage us!" Alerts a cultist
"Good. Let them come." responds Brant
One of his Carnage Captains steps forward with slight unease due to Brant's volatile temper, one wrong syllable and his head will be the Blood Lord's new mantle piece.
"Blood Lord, shall I send word to the Slaughter Squads to prepare for boarding?"
"Aye, that will do nicely, brother."
The Marine gives a slight sigh and he relaxes a bit, although he doesn't remember being tense in the first place.
"It shall be done."

"Sir the enemy fleet is 800,000 miles out." droned the navigation Servitor.
"Aye it looks as though they're not as dead as we thought." Chips in the Navigation Officer.
"Whats their status?" Asks the Capitan,
"Scans indicate that their powering up weapons, and moving into combat formation. It also seems that the Carrier is preparing to launch fighter wings."
"Excellent work, get the Carrier "Justice" on the horn and order a counter launch of our own fighters."
"Yes Lord!"

The Klaxons blare in the fighter pilot barracks much to the annoyance of Sig. He get up from his bunk walks over to his trunk with all his personal effects in it. He pulls out a leather holster, inside is an ancient revolver design pistol that was given to him by his parents when he graduated from flight school. He loads a round into the breach, rotates the chamber into the firing position, cocks the hammer, aims at the klaxon, and fires. The klaxon blows up in a shower of orange sparks and bits of metal.
"Ahhh silence."
One of his flight barges into the room with a mixed look of terror and nervous excitement.
"Sir, we've been ordered to mount up and engage the enemy fighters!"
"Good, I hate waiting. I'll meet you and the rest of bravo flight on the deck."
"Aye, sir."

A hideous grow emanates from the vox grills on board the Hell Fire,
"By the esteemed Capitan's order. All crew to battle stations!"
The Capitan looks up from his Command Throne, he looks over to a representative of the "Dark Machanicus".
"Have the pilots been awaken?"
"Yes they have lord. They are powering up their fighters as we speak." it answers
"Good."

Consciousness returns once more to the pilots of the Hell Fire's; Doomfire, Swiftdeath, Hell Talon, and Hell Blade fighters & bombers. They begin the process of powering up their fighters of which their wired into, they can no more leave the fighters as a person could walk into the void without protection. The ammunition servitors bring up ammo from the magazines deep with in the ship. With the fighters and bombers armed and ready they await the signal from the Capitan.
"They await your order, lord." The Machanicus thing alerts.
"Give them the order to engage, Tell them the kill everything." The Capitan orders,
The Dark Machanicus speaks through the vox units inside the fighter cockpits.
"Seek and destroy leave nothing to live. Happy killing."
The fighters scream out of the flight decks and into the void hundreds if not thousands of fighters hurtle through the void at the enemy fighters.

"Sir the Carrier is launching fighters!" exclaims the Sensor Officer.
"How many?"
"Scans indicate..oh on.."
"Just tell me!"
"Sir it looks like there 2,000 enemy fighters. and not all of them are in full range yet, there could be many hundreds more out of sensor range."
"Bloody Hell. How many fighters do we have?" the Capitan asks already knowing he won't like the answer.
"A little over 1,000, sir."
"Has the Justice launched her fighters?"
"Yes, sir."
"By the Emperor's teeth I've sent them to their deaths..."
"look on the bright side. They'll keep the fighters busy long enough for us to destroy their parent ships."
"I only hope you're right..."

[MarshallBrant]

Part 7.0:

As the fighters scream noiselessly through the void, their parents ships move to combat stances and accelerate to combat speed. The scouts move into the fray as much in the support of the fighters as in the harassment of the lager Cruisers. The first kills go the the Imperials with the over zealous head long charge of the Chaos Fighters they forget to notice the scouts providing covering fire for their little comrades, with a little over 1,000 planes the Scouts are completely focused on a support role to them and help to thin out the Chaos numbers.
"Lord, the Imperial Capital Ship is moving to engage us!" Yells the Cultist manning the sensor station.
"Good, I hate fighting from a throne any ways." Brant looks to the Dark Mechanicus thing standing at the side of the Capitan's Throne.
"Mechanicus. I want the teleport array up and running with in the next ten minutes."
"But Lord it will take more time than that."
"That wasn't a request."
"It shall be done..."With that the Mechanicus limps from the Bridge and down to the teleport array.
"Alert the men in the stasis chamber to awaken a squad from the first company." Brant tells the communication cultist
"Yes Lord."

A small light on a control terminal flashes green and text scrolls along a read out ordering that a squad from the first company is to be awaken from stasis and readied from immediate teleportation.
"Sir, we've been ordered to awaken a squad from the first company."
"On who's order?"Asks the Mechanicus
"The Blood Lord, sir." The subordinate answers
"Awaken Squad Bathory."
"Aye, sir."
Slowly the ten Marines from Squad Bathory awaken, they pull themselves from the pods, With thunderous booms they step onto the deck, the deck groans under the massive wight of the Terminator armored Marines. One of the Marines steps forward toward the Mechanicus it removes it's helmet to reveal a scared murderous face with blood shot eyes and the skull rune of Khorne carved into his forehead.
"Why have we been awaken?" He asks, his voice thick with hate and malice
"Lord..you..you..have been ordered by the esteemed Blood Lord...to..to head to the Teleport chamber...and you'll be transported onto an Imperial Capitol ship." the Mechanicus replies
The Marine shows a smile, a smile that assures you that you will die in the most brutal way you can imagine.
"Good. I've waited quite awhile for this moment."
"Your weapons are waiting for you in the Teleport chamber." The Mechanicus adds.
With that the ten marines walk from the chamber and down toward the Teleport array. Upon arriving the Marines take up their weapons from the Servitors that brought them up from the armory. The Blood Lord is standing by the teleport array waiting for the signal to step onto it. He looks over to the Terminators.
"Brothers, it has been some time since our last boarding action."
"Aye it has." Replies the Marine without his helmet on
The Dark Mechanicus adept looks to the Blood Lord and gives a curt nod, indicating that the array is ready. The eleven marines step onto the array and in a flash of light along with the sound of ripping molecules and displaced air the Marines disappear from the deck.

[MarshallBrant]

Guys feel free to say something. I have no motovation when I have no comments.

part 8

"Capitan we detected an energy spike from the Capitol Ship! It matches the pattern of a Teleporter." Alerts the Sensor Officer
"Can you tell where it'll appear?" asks the Capitan
"We guess it shall appear...in the barracks?" the Sensor Officer trails off
"Warn the men in the barracks to be prepared!" The Capitan tells the Vox Servitor
"Yes Capitan." it replies

The men in the barracks arm themselves with what ever they could find weather it be las guns, auto pistols, las pistols, shovels, brooms, pillows, spoons, forks, knives, and lunch trays they were ready for any thing...almost any thing.
"Alright men I think they'll appear over there." The DI points to a clearing twenty paces in front of them. He could not have been more wrong...
The air begins to pop and frizzly. With electricity coursing through the air the would be defenders look straight ahead waiting for whatever was to appear where the DI said it would. With a smack pop of displaced air they appear. Some of the men look behind them selves to see eleven dark red giants standing before them. one of them is holding a glaive taller then the giant with a heavy wicked edged blade at it's tip. They scream not of bravery but of fear, the lead giant seems to relishes the sound of their primal fear as it takes it's glaive and sweeps it in an arc cutting down ten of their number with one swipe. The other giants spread out and open fire with their Combi-bolters and cut the men down with their close combat weapons when they stray too close. Within thirty seconds 50 men lay in pieces all over the floor of the barracks their blood covers everything including the giants themselves.

"Clear." One of the Terminator Champions announces
"Men split up I want teams of two taking the engine rooms, armory, docking bays, chapels, and the infirmary I'm taking the Bridge. Leave nothing alive, Move out." Orders Brant
The Terminator Champions split into teams of two and proceed to their targets. Brant marches down the hall to the Bridge and is meet by a detachment of the ship's security force. They number 100 all armed with Lasguns, they sight on the giant in front of them and as one they open fire. Brant weathers the storm of Laser bolts, of which the impacts just get him angry. As he closes the distance between him and the guards he arcs his Glaive Thrak'shaa out to his side. He cuts into the troopers destroying heads spilling intestines and severing arms. The troopers try in vane to stab at the giant with their bayonets but that only makes Brant even more blood thirsty and he uses the spikes, chains, & hooks that adorn his armour as back up weapons they impale and tear up those foolish enough to attack him. He crushes the Staff Sargent's skull with the blunt end of Thrak'shaa, the glaive squeals with delight as the impact sends shivers up it's length.
"Fall back!" Demands the Sargent the now CO of the security detachment that engaged the red giant.

The men begin to fall back but the weapon the giant is carrying has to great of a reach and even when they think their safe one of the troopers gets his head severed by a far reaching strike. The men start to run thinking the giant can't move to fast in it's armour, they reach the mess hall they pile in and close the doors.
"What was that thing, Sarge?" one of the troopers asks breathlessly
"I don't know. It looked like an Astartes but theres something wrong about him." the Sarge replies thinking that would be enough of an answer but it only made the troopers more nervous.
"Sarge, I think it's a Terminator." one of the troopers pipes up
"Why do you say that?"
"I've seen their kind before as statues at museums and in stories but I've never seen that style of armour before, with the huge horizontal shoulder guards. It must be quite an old suit of armour, I've only heard rumors that during the Great Crusade the Terminators of that era had that style of shoulder guard." The trooper explains
"So what your saying is that that Terminator is 10,000 years old, right?"
But before the conversation can continue the Terminator burst through the doors his glaive is held in his right hand and his left is held out with a wrist mounted Combi-Bolter, the muzzle flashes send shadows across the walls of the men being cut down by the weapon. The Sarge tries to rally his men only to have his head explode in a shower of blood and skull fragments, the troopers around him get showered in their leader's blood and brain matter, they in turn are filled with rage at the death of their beloved leader and they charge at the Terminator.

"That's the spirit." Growls Brant under his breath
He knees a trooper with his spiked right knee as he gets speared through the stomach. Brant shakes him off and crushes his skull under foot. 'I love curb stomps.' Brant thinks to himself as he grabs another trooper's head in his left hand and rips it off in a spray of blood. He looks at it's face and smiles at the sight of the sheer terror imprinted on it's now dead features. he throws it at the nearest trooper it's impact makes the head explode and it causes the recipient of the severed head to fall to the ground with a few broken ribs where the head hit him in his side. Brant punches a trooper through the chest with the bladed end of Thrak'shaa, the weapon drinks deep from the dead troopers chest even consuming his heart to get even more blood. Brant withdraws Thrak'shaa from the now bloodless trooper's corpus the weapon growls slightly but Brant ignore it knowing that the weapon will have more blood to taste. After the remaining 25 men from the security detachment fall dead Brant moves over to the trooper that lays on the ground with the broken ribs. The trooper looked up at him, blood was dripping from his mouth anger in his eyes.
"Why?" the trooper asks
"Why, you ask? Because your so called God-Emperor betrayed us, and this is our revenge." Brant answered and he plunged Thrak'shaa into the dying trooper's throat letting the demon bound to the weapon to drink it's fill from the body. The weapon purrs a little, Brant pulls it out and leaves the mess hall (which now lives up to it's name) and continues toward his goal.


The other Terminators meet the same resistance. As two of them approach the the Docking Bay, Guards and Orderlies charge them with bayonets. The Champions look at each other and nod they holster their Combi-Bolters and take up their power axes, and proceed to cut down the ships crew like wheat. One of them punches a Orderly in the face and he doubles over into his comrades knocking a few to the ground, the Champion stomps on the pile and crushes them under foot.
"Alrax beside you." The other Champion tells Alrax
Alrax look to see a Guard with a melta bomb in his hands running toward him. Alrax picks up a Orderly from in front of him and throws him at the assailant knocking him to the ground and causing the bomb to detonate collapsing a section of that hallway. They decimate the men stationed in the hanger, blood and broken bodies litter the Champions' path of destruction.
"Lord we've taken the Hanger." Alrax tells Brant over the Vox.
"Good, hold there and destroy any one that tries to take it back." Brant Orders
"We will not fail you."