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Sam caught the first traitor in a bear hug pulling his arms in tight like a steel vise. He heard the enemy's spine break like a rotted branch and tossed him aside rising up to his feet. Instantly more traitors fell upon him. The albino caught one by his helmet and crushed it with his iron grip. Sam felt very tired and spent but he willed himself to fight on against the hard press all the while still focusing his mind to block the black tide. In his mind he heard the heavy crash of the roaring waves of the warp as the entropic force struggled to free itself again. The tip of a buzzing chainsword stabbed into his hard belly bringing him back to fight. The Captain closed his eyes tight meditating upon the rot within and channeled it back with a silent scream. The closest traitors stumbled then withered as the power of Nurgle flowed through their blood.

"Brother be very careful engaging Khane. One blow from his warhammer will spell certain death." Captain Abel voxed to the war hawk over an encrypted channel. "Ovid had a theory that Khane is still subject to the Black Rage. If it were to ignite it would most likely drive him over the edge. Be careful!"

 

War Bellum leapt in front of the Warlord cutting a deft blow with his glaive. Khane roared like a mad beast as he slapped the blade down with an open gauntlet. It was all the war hawk could do to maintain his grip on his long hilt as it tried to wrench itself free. "You are a freak." taunted War Bellum. "Why would a Flesh Tearer ever drink the blood of the Archfiend? You are despised by your entire chapter." He sneered behind his face plate carefully choosing his next words. "Our holy Primarch Sanguinius surely must roll over in his tomb every time your filthy name is mentioned. How can you ever live with yourself?"

 

Khane glowered from behind his dark bronzed mask as he slowly advanced bringing up his warhammer ready to deliver another swift blow. "It was Sanguinius who went mad and killed Horus!" shouted the Warlord. "I can still see the visions of his death now. Surely your Emperor, the false god, must have been the one whose hand slayed Sanguinius! Your Primarch went stark raving mad after entry upon the Warmaster's battlebarge. His jealously of Horus then grew unbound. The Emperor had to put Sanguinius out of his misery just like a mad dog." Khane spit a lump of dried blood then continued. "You are all fools!"

"That is precisely what we wanted to know... that is, if you knew." said brother Abel as he stepped beside the war hawk. The rest of the Sanguinary suddenly appeared forming a circle around Khane. "Fire at will!" shouted the High Priest. They all raised their firearms and proceeded to shoot. Khane stepped towards one of the enemy but they all stepped away simultaneously keeping the ring intact. The infernus pistol blasted and Khane felt the intense pain again as the melta energies burned through more of his armor. "Charge!" cried Abel. Their fangs were all fully extended and sharp as fresh razors as one they hit the Warlord.
Vampires can live for a very long time as you know being one yourself... The Sanguinary Guard were the right hand of the Primarch... They took care of very difficult situations that required discretion and finesse... Mistakes can happen and when they do they expose you... They don't want that... No one does... As you know time is not linear though it appears as such to most... Vampires can live for a very long time and there is always the danger of madness... We must always keep ourselves occupied... Idle time is the daemon's workshop as you know being one yourself... Mistakes can happen as you know being one yourself... It must be addressed and corrected... The Sanguinary Guard are the right hand of Sanguinius... You are the left hand... You must be excised... Vampires can live for a very long time but now yours must come to an end... Ovid was once a Sanguinary Guard once so long ago back before the schism... Free of the Black Rage but still hungry with the thirst...

Brother Champion Saul Atreedes had opened a direct link to the Grey Knight strike cruiser orbiting the planet. Outside the ruined building he watched through a rent in the open wall as a host of mycetic spores began to rain down upon the planet. "We have secured the Blood Saint High Chaplain as well the Chaos Warlord. Open a portal and bring us up. The planet will be teeming with the coming Hive Fleet soon enough." Saul turned to look at the huge Blood Saint in black terminator armor and smiled. The rest of the party stood at attention waiting for the command. The silence on the remote end of the comm link was filled with erratic static crackle. The interference grew in volume and seemed to throb. "There might be some delay due to the presence of the Hive Fleet." Atreedes said to his retinue. "Remain ready."

 

The vox chirped sevetal times then a deep resonant voice boomed over the link "You have been cleared. Prepare to board." Saul could hear the sound of the teleport chambers firing up over the static hiss. He smiled again briefly then gave a signal drawing his gauntlet like a knife across his own throat. The party stood still all stiff as rods. Slowly a smoky haze began to seep up from the floor and one by one each of them started to shimmer. There was a loud roar then they all disappeared.

The Techmarine stood at the console beside the teleport chamber watching as the shapes of the arriving Grey Knights began to emerge. Interference from the Hive Mind seemed to delay the process. Several times the teleported party had taken corporeal form but then ebbed away again. The Techmarine adjusted a knob on the console slowly rotating it. The lock LED turned amber to a solid red. Brother Champion Saul Atreedes was the first to fully materialize and he quickly stepped off the deck. "Don't be alarmed brother by what you are about to see."

 

One by one a golden Marine emerged on a teleport pad finally followed by a terminator clad in tarnished plates of steel. Quickly the Techmarine moved to sound a general alarm but Saul was there beside him pushing him firmly away from the console. "Who are they?" question the adept. The Techmarine then watched in amazement as the Brother Champion slowly morphed into the shape of a female clad in a tight black body glove. Ismerlda ignited her sword and stabbed the Grey Knight through the torso.

 

"We are going home now." said brother Abel as he stepped down.

Ismerlda intently listened to the comm channels as the Blood Saints primed their weapons. The Callidus was silent seemingly lost in the intense banter going back and forth across the multiple channels. Finally the assassin spoke. "This sector of space has been engulfed by several tendrils from a rogue Hive Fleet. So far the psychic shielding has protected the ship but it is only a matter of time before the Hive Mind becomes cognizant and acts. The cruiser must move to another location to make a warp jump but the conjoining space is saturated with a vast multitude of many Hive ships. The psychic influx brought about by Ovid has become an imminent beacon. I believe that the interference from the Hive Mind acted as a sufficient enough mask for us to gain entry onboard this ship and presently we are still undetected. The majority of the Grey Knight company has their hands full taking preventive measures to keep up their psychic shield. To move this ship now would almost certainly bring about imminent death to us all."

 

Abel replied immediately. "We shall proceed with the plan to overrun the command center. We shall deal with the xenos threat after we have dealt with the Grey Knights."

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Onboard the bridge the Grey Knights watched their consoles intently. "The warp rift has drawn the xenos here." said Brother Captain Jaems. "We are stuck in a holding pattern for now. This area of space is swamped with the Tyranid tendril. Any movement now would give us away and we are vastly outnumbered."

 

"Brother Champion Saul Atreedes and his company have boarded." replied the Tech Marine assigned to the bridge. "My first attempt to hail them has failed. Their only response is seeking permission for entry here to the command center."

 

"Permission granted." replied Jaems.

Brother Captain Jaems studied the dimly lighted vidscreen in silence. The panel displayed a number of hive ships drifting towards the cruiser. Jaems reached down and pressed a rune to zoom in the focus on the closest xenos vessel. A large number of fleshy pods were clustering on the forward prow. The screen then panned out and zoomed in on the next hive ship again displaying an alarming number of pods popping up through thorny openings running along the length of its prow. One by one the flesh pods began to break free drifting en masse towards the strike cruiser. "Our position in hiding has been compromised." said Jaems solemnly. "All men to battle stations. Prepare to be boarded. Set the first array of cyclonic torpedoes on full blast to seal off the forward perimeter."
The Grey Knights onboard the bridge watched in silence as the spores leeched off the hive ships filling the surrounding space with a vast amplitude of biomaterial. Jaems gave the signal and a pair of slaved servitors began to detonate the cyclonic torpedoes. The first wave of spores were erased in the heavy hail of implosions but many more drifted through the silent conflagration. Again Jaems gave the signal to erupt the second wave. As the torpedoes exploded there came a wailing doom ripping through the bridge. The Grey Knights first buckled to the heavy brace of the psychic attack then returned to their stations. Fresh blood dripped from the nostrils of Jaems' nose. "That hurt." said the Brother Captain as he wiped the fresh visceral from his chin. "The enemy is well prepared."

The Grey Knights could almost feel the dull thud as the spores began to crash against the outer hull of the strike cruiser. Jaems watched the vidscreen and could see some acidic soup pouring out from the fleshy pores located on the underbelly of the dull green spores. The spores gestated as ropey bundles of wet sacs began to burst forth. All manner of Tyranid creatures emerged from the bursting spores. Vast droves of rippers swarmed freely along the outer decks seemingly in wait for the acid bath to eat through the admantium shielding. Again the Brother Captain gave the signal but was met with silence. Jaems fixed his gaze upon the two servitors to see their heads exploded from the xenos psionic attack. Their dead bodies still twitched and spasmed. Jaems grunted in disgust as he stepped up to the ordnance panel shoving aside the dead. Quickly the Brother Captain pressed a series of arming runes and fired off the final wave of cyclonic torpedoes. There was the high pitched sound of a hard blast and the ship rocked then tilted off canter. Alarm klaxons began to sound immediately.

 

"The xenos must have plugged some of the tubes!" shouted a Techmarine over the wailing sound of the klaxons. "The underside of the ship has been severely compromised. The Tyranids are boarding now!"

The Brother Captain drew up his daemonhammer gathering a tight press of Grey Knights into the fold. "We won't go down without a good fight. The Tyranid numbers are overwhelming but we have the might of the Emperor. Gather as many incinerators as possible. We will burn down any xenos that tries to cross our path!" the klaxons continued to shriek and sparks shot out from between some of the control panels. The cruiser drifted aimlessly through the wake of the Tyranid hive ships. "Here is the plan." said Jaems calmly. "We will make our way to the teleport chamber then gain egress to the planet surface below. The beacon has been sounded so we must hold on until our reserves arrive. Be strong."

 

"Brother Saul Atreedes must be waiting in the teleport chamber." said the Techmarine. "It's possible we can attack the enemy from two sides."

 

"That is true." replied Jaems. "May the light of the Emperor shine down upon us." The Brother Captain then pressed upon a seal beside the hatch opening the circular doorway. Jaems looked into the pitch black darkness of the maw. They could hear the sound of tight squeals and sharp clicks upon metal. The Brother Captain held up his hammer and illuminated the weapon casting a host of bright white light into the abyss. The runway was teeming with swarms of rippers and something large and brooding was hidden behind the bulging alien biomass. Immediately one of the Grey Knights lifted an incinerator and unfurled a burning gout of snaking hot promethium from the braided muzzle. The flame leapt out like a huge vyper uncoiling as it flare out amongst the alien horde setting them aflame. The closest rippers burst into flame crying out in shreaks of burning death. "Forward!" commanded Jaems.

The light emanating from Jaems' daemonhammer flickered and grew dim. A cold malignant force swept through the runway heavy with a dank putrid stench. Suddenly an elongated tentacle burst out immune to the fire. It's tethered end was covered in an array of long sharp spines and it roped around the ankle of the Grey Knight carrying the incinerator. Like a taut whip the tentacle grew stiff and reeled back in upon itself dragging the Grey Knight along the engraved stone planks of the runway. Another Knight shot out and lashed at the spine severing the brindled end with his halberd. The fallen warrior quickly scrambled back emitting another heavy swoosh of promethium from his flamer. Suddenly a frenzied rush of rippers emerged through the burning flame to engulf the Grey Knights. Jaems threw himself forward to blunt the sudden attack smashing down upon the foe bludgeoning them into a bloody pulp of gore. The Brother Captain felt the wet slimy creatures crawling over him as the mass of small creatures struggled to reach the rest of his party. Stormbolters sounded blazing into the teeming masses bursting apart the ripper horde. "Burn them with holy fire!" shouted the Brother Captain. A host of the last Purifiers strode out to assault the enemy. Their very touch set the aliens to flame as they pressed forward descending into the dark maw. There was a blood curdling scream that blotted out the sounds of the battle. A fresh wave of rippers barreled forward quickly slinking over their dead to to engulf the Purifiers. More were set aflame but for each one burnt to a crisp it seemed like three more would emerge to take their place. The Purifiers fell back raising their stormbolters to greet the new horde. Their guns blazed over and over again spilling dark black ichor as they blasted into the enemy.

 

The cruiser then keeled sharply to starboard knocking the Grey Knights about as they fought to keep their footing. A pair of incinerators fired out again clearing a temporary path through the rampant churnel of blood, guts and shattered bones. Jaems concentrated focusing his mind on forming a deadly warp rift. A tongue of ice cold ether descended out from his empty gauntlet. Every living creature caught in the path of his hellish void disintegrated at its touch. The void then blew out leaving the runway empty. "Forward." he said again as he lifted his daemonhammer.

"A brief respite." said Jaems to no one in particular. "We have successfully cleared a path to one of the main lifts. We must take this to the lower berth housing subsector 5, from there we can make use of an old maintenance tunnel that leads down to the main nexus." Lifting his daemonhammer to rest the head squarely upon his left shoulder guard the Brother Captain cautiously began the steep descent along the dark runway heading down into the open maw. "Watch carefully where you step. Tyranids are well known to leave traps in place to snare unwary victims. They are a devious race and quite cunning. May the Emperor guide your every step."
Jaems pulled out a small ornate pipe intricately carved from ivory and filled it with a bit of dried tobacco. The edges of the small runes behan to glow cherry red as the Brother Captain placed the pipe to his lips and lit the bowl drawing in a puff of smoke. He then slowly exhaled forming an elliptical halo. "Embers from Titan." he murmured. "One last repast before the end." He then passed the pipe to the Grey Knight beside him. The odd habit had a calming effect that was refreshing at the same time. Jaems then took back the pipe tapping the bowl to knock loose the spent ash against his chestplate then tucked it away. "Time to go now."

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