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Commisar Ciaphas Cain

"Never fear brave men of the Imperium! I am right behind you!"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Specmarine

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"The Emperor protects."

So begins...

Commisar Ciaphas Cain's Story

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As her discs slammed into the Chaos Prince Lake easily ducked ubnder its wide swing of the arm as it tried to grab her only to get two fingers cut clean off into small blocks of data that faded away seconds later as she caught her discs and then got into a full on pummeling match with the Daemon Prince one on one.

Lake never saw or heard the reenforcements show up, nor did she really much care for that matter that many of them stood and stared mouths agape at what they were seeing before them.

A woman in blood red clothing, drenched in Daemon blood as well as CSM blood and torn flesh tangled in her otherwise beautiful red and black hair.

A woman, by herself, Barefoot at that.

Fighting toe to toe with a Daemon Prince.

And winning.

Of course with each successful attack on the Daemon prince only made the thing madder and madder and madder and it screamed in a langauge Lake couldnt understand for the life of her, the stuff around the thing was showing signs of extreme corruption, whereass where Lake stood the corruption seemed tp have halted and split to go around her where she stood. ASs if it was trying to avoid her,

Of because she was immune and the corruption had no effect on her to begin with.

But how could a woman, so very frail appearing, be winning one on one, with a Daemon Prince and not be even the slightest distracted whatsoever ?

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A few miles away on his personal Baneblade, The Fortress Of Arrogence, Commisar Ciaphas Cain was accompanied by a small convoy of Lemen Russ Battle Tanks and Chimeras with a retinue of Kasrykins. The lead tank of the convey, a Lemen Russ Punisher spotted the battlefield. "Sir, we have located the demon. It has engaged a woman and she appears to be winning, there are also squads of guardsman retreating along with what appears to be a man wearing a uniform. Estimated time for weapons range in ten seconds sir." The tank commander relayed his information to the Commisar. "I have heard only space marines could beat demons in single combat. Regardless prepare to send that demon back to the warp with the Emperos holy armaments...fire all weapons in three...two...one...Fire!" He shouted and the tank squadron fired their main battle cannons at the demon impacting it from miles away at perfect accuracy.

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The Daemon shriekd in her face as it over time of the battle realised its abilities were having no affect on the woman in blood red clothing. The Daemon Prince tried everything in its arsenal to take Lake down, but nothing worked nomatter how it tried. the Daemons corruptive powers had no effecdt on the soulless woman.

And it was too late for the woman to disengage 8in the heat of battle as the Daemon prince, as well as Lake, picked up the sounds of gunfire. Well fuck. Lake thought smacking hard at the Daemon Prince before ducking, at the extremely last second, from a Lemen Russ tankfire round.

Easilty dropping to mere centimeters to from the ground as the lemen fire ripped into the Daemon Prince. Lake waited until the last shot was fired had impacted on the Daemon before standing up and activating one of her scarlet edged discs. It was time to completely derezz this thick bitch

With the Daemon Prince on the ground flat on its back Lake Climbed onto it and raised the activated buzzing madly scarlet edged desive and brought it down hard and fast into the neck of the daemon Prince.

As she stepped away from the derexzzing mass Lake smirked saying. "Plus one to kill counter" As she spoke she licked a finger and then made a downward motion in the air as if saying "+1"

That was that

Lake walked away from the battlesite and seemingly headed off in a random direction as the corruptive powers of chaos was already affecting the ground around her bare feet yet seeemingly she was unaffectede

Question was. Why, and How was she not affected ?

Also the question was; how the fuck could she, a human woman, take on a Daemon Prince of Chaos, and win without any affect on her mental abilities ?

Anoither question was; who was this woman that just entered a house lawn and sat on a lounge chair to relax next to a beautiful Mustang car ?

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As the smoke cleared, the lead tank commander would see that the demon was no more. "Sir! The demon has been sent back to the warp! Glory to the Emperor!" The commander gave a silent prayer to the Emperor however Cain would already relize what was up. "First we cleanse the chaotic taint on the ground, I will leave this up to you all. I will be interrogating that woman on the scene, no one fight a chaos demon and lives in single combat that simply." The Commisar gave the order and the rest answered in affirmation.

As the armoured covey arrived on scene, the Kasyrykin armed with flame throwers began to purge the chaotic taint before it had a chance to spread. Of course the remaining units surrounded Lake with weapon aimed directly at her along with tank weaponry also aimed at her. Soon a figure dressed in a uniform and accompanied by a rough looking soldier stepped forward. "By order of the Imperium, you are now in Imperial custody. The reason goes as follows: engaging a demonic threat all alone with no assistance and somehow beating a demonic prince, and you may be tainted by the ruinous powers of chaos making you a danger to everyone and everything. You will answer any and all questions or face immediate termination. Is this understood?" Commisar Cain spoke as he looked as Lake. His assistant near him Jurgen quickly had the elites round up the guardsman that retreated along with the survivors that they were facing, to face punishment by the Commisar on duty.

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Lake was reaching for the hose to just hose down with as Cain stepped up to her. When she looked up however she saw at first not Cain but the barrel of a tank cannon only centimeters from her face. The fuck ? She looked abit to her rightandthsighed in relief, the Mustang wasnt touched.... yet.

But when the man spouted nonsense she just raised an eyebrow. She raised a hand in order to get the guy to shut up a second and simply said "Explain to me exactly what this.... taint, and ruinous powers and Chaos is." Apparently she had no idea, but then without a soul there wasnt any chanceof her being adffected by Chaos, muchless a nurgle or slaaneshi cultist...

She smirtked however and picked up the hose making sure it was on she first rinsed her left hand off before rinsing off her right hand of the daemon blood. Pure untainted skin was beneath the cloth as she removed it. She spoke as she pretty much did a improivised shower using the tank barrel as a means to hold the hose as fresh icecold water poured over her. "I take orders not from you. I take my orders from her." She pointed a slender almost frail hand towards the strange Mustang car. "If you want to talk to me, then do so now." Her hazel eyes had a strange look to them. As if she was.... immune to whatever Jurgenwas trying to dotowards her.

For one she wasnt aNull psyker, nor was she a psyker to begin with. She was in fact, soulless, and heard no voices in her head. Within seconds however she was soaking wet and rinsing the daemon blood off her body and clothing. "Fought before, got away, unharmed. Won both times. Derezzed second fight" Lake mused in broken english. Meaning she had fought the same Daemon before, and it apparently wanted a rematch. She removed from her belt her discs and set them on the nearby muscle car's hood.

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"That's right, not many people in this sector knows about chaos. I will make this very brief, the forces of chaos seek to destroy all life in the entire universe. What you encountered was a chaotic demon which is capable of corrupting all those that come in contact with. You may hear minor whispers and if that is the case you have been tainted by chaos. Now, I do not care if you don't follow my orders, if you do not wish to die faster than you can blink then I suggest you watch what you say from now on." Commisar Cain spoke as the elites sent to round up everyone had returned.

There were guardsman handcuffed, civilians and theirs were also handcuffed. Cain turned around to quickly give out his punishment. "Guardsman, you may have done your job fending off the skim of society however your cowardice for running away from a demon is noted. You will all be serving as the boxing dummies for the next three hours to drill some courage into you all. As for those that dare stand in the way of the Emperors will...even after we have gave you warnings to stand down you dare attack a faithful serpent of the God Emperor? You are all sentenced to immediate execution." As he said this, he turned around and the Kasrykins aimed their hellguns without question and opened fire on the round up civilians, their gunfire drowned out their screams. The round up guardsman were escorted into awaiting armoured transports.

Cain soon returned to face Lake without a hint of guilt from his decision. Of course Lake was busy washing the demon blood off of her, the blood was just regular blood. Unless it was a Nurgle demons blood on her, he had nothing to question her about that. "Now you will answer these questions, your name, do you have any genetical enhancements? Have any other recent fights with chaos? And you hear any whispers at all?"

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As the gunfire rang out and the innocents just defending themselves were slain... on her front lawn ofall places. Lake rolled her eyes, ignoring the sounds and for a brief moment the guy speaking to her and warning her to watch what she said, She had to wonder, how the motherfuck can you watch what you say ? Do you have to read what you say like a script ? She wondered that for a brief moment as the Mustang gave a low gutteral growl of unhappiness at the deaths of innocents.

Lake however made a wave motion with her hand, queting the Mustang, however the quiet didnt last long because of the questions directed to her. Lake grunted something, the car purred then shut off. Lake turned around still under the hose and drenched to the core. She reached over to the Mustang's hood and picked up one of the discs.

She was quiet however at the questions for possibly longer then needed before finally speaking. "According to my father I can speak with you." She said simply setting the disc back on the hood of the Mustang, using its translation software so the guy could understand her easier. "My name is Layla One. Yes. Yes I told you already I fought the creature and won, twice, and no. No voices in my head other then memos to myself for changing my cars oil after we're done here, and also trying to find my date afterwards so I can get dinner for once and not have to pay for it" Meaning her name, her fake name most knew her in public by, yes to the enhancements, she was a genetically created from nada supersoldier after all, and yes she had just mentioned she fought the same daemon twice already and won both times, and no to the voices in her head

How could she have voices in her head when she had no soul to begin with for Chaos to try and take hold of ?

She pointed towards Jurgen however asking simply "Why is he staring at me" The man never took his eyes off her and it made her nervous.

And when Lake got nervous, she got dangerous. And in many cases deadly.

But at this moment she was simply bored, and nervous

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"Then everything seems to check out, you faced the demon thanks to genetic enhancement and hear no voices in your head. You are clear of suspicions of chaotic corruption." Vain spoke as he logged Lake's name in a small book. However when Lake pointed at Jurgen he simply spoke. "I am staring at you to ensure you do not to put a bullet in the Commisars head. You seem like you are talking to yourself half the time like some psychologically damaged person goin of about 'her' and 'father' so all I know is that you could attack us without warning. Even the simple guardsman could understand my reasoning, if you could not tell then you must really be losing your mind. Regardless Commisar, what's the verdict?" He spoke as he turned to face Cain.

With Cain finished writing in his book, he pocketed it before speaking. "She is free to leave. She does not seem to be tainted by chaos but she seems to have some sort of mental issue that is not related to chaos. Leave this area now, this is now under Imperial jurisdiction. Carry on." He spoke as he turned around and ordered a soldier to begin burning the corpses. They must have also encountered the demon to better safe than sorry. However that car seemed to do things on its own, he would keep an eye on Lake in the future. She may be harbouring a sentient machine.

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Lake raised a hand; her face set up in a smirk. "On the contrary" She said indicating the car. "I take my orders from her. I would only attack anyone if I was wronged by that one person anyway. And since I have no ill will towards any of you other then killing my neighbors.... I can simply ask that you please get off the grass." She pointed at the trampled lilies on the former flowerbed and with amazingly good manners motioned the men to join her on the pavement of the driveway. Gah, the Triplets had gone through so much work making it look nice and habitable!

She laughed then, her laughter like a bark of light in the darkness. "I always talk to myself. It adds spice to my conversation, besides most times I dont have a mirror to try new clothing with so I get some help from myself!" She said simply, meaning that Swallowtail had a means to look exactly like her.

She shook her head however at mention ofleaving. "Sorry but no. This is my home This is all I have left, I'm done running from my past. I have to change my cars oil, and then go find my date. Now if you want to watch me change my cars oil, which honestly is actually more of a private matter she doesnt like onlookers. I suggest you may take your leave since I apparently check out by your word" Though truth be told her movements were designed to be fast. But like she had said, she had no ill will towards these people other then ruining their lawn which honestly happened on an hourly basis asit was anyhow.

"Now if that is all I must get busy with this oil change" Lake said removing the hose from the tank's barrel as she spoke. I dont want to keep either my car or my date waiting too much longer. Besides,without an oil change my car gets grumpy. The Mustang purred, Lake gently bonked a tire, the car shut up fast.

Lake didnt trust these people if at all. yet they said she was in the clear.

Yes, she fought the daemon, twice, and won both times. And not just because of simple gentic enhancement either. Lake was full on created from nothing but basic DNA strings on acomputer screen supersoldier. Designed andliterally built for battle on a computer then grown within a vat. The end result was her.

Even her worst enemies tried to see what made her tick simply died trying. But as she had stated, she had no ill will towards these men. And they in turn had let her go.

And her mental issue ? It wasnt exactly an issue perse, it was more like a pure psychotic hatred of anything trying to kill her

Though it left her wondering curiously, how the fuck did they know she had a hatred ? Muchless call it an issue ?

But they let her go, so that was the good thing.

But it left a question

Who the slag was "Her" she kept referring to ?

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With her refusal to leave the area, Cain turned around clearly not amused. "So you wish to ignore our warning to leave this area? Then it can't be helped then. Men, terminate that woman immediately along with everything she has. This area shall be demolished and restored once the filth has been wiped clean." With his order the entire regiment turned and faced their weapons at Lake along with the tanks that aimed their main cannon directly at her clearly aiming to destroy her and the house.

Cain simply turned around and left for his tank, he clearly thought that his men had it under control so unless Lake had some sort of backup plan she would be blown to the stone age by a massive amount of firepower. Of course it seemed that destiny had other plans for this encounter. Before the soldiers opened fire they would all receive a box communications. "Attention all units! Report back to command! This requires all soldiers to be present. This is not a drill, return immediately to command." With the order given out to the newly appointed Lord General, all units lowered their weapons and entered the armoured transports before leaving Lake behind with piles of burning bodies and burnt landscape.

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Wing City...
Imperial Guard Head Quarters...


Back in Wing City, Imperial Guard forces stationed in wing city were busy with efforts to rebuild the city after the invasion. It had been a few long months, most of the destroyed buildings had been repaired and they were also reinforcing the law of the city. Actively hunting down the criminals of society and getting rid of them, the city was safer and the city was looking back to its old self before the invasion.

Sitting inside the headquarters sat a man in a uniform, he was the second in command after managing to appoint a new Lord General after the previous one had sacrificed his life in the defence of this city. In front of him stood stacks of paper, from civil to military documents he had to sign off on each and every one of them. Filling in death certificates for the thousands that lost their lives was tiring work, he had finished doing that a few hours ago. Now he had to get to work ensuring that they could expand their influence and begin Imperium projects such as a training academy for new recruits or even a church to gather more followers for the God Emperor, he would also need to create a Chapel-Barracks for when the space marines return.

However suddenly, a Guardsman burst into his office before giving a salute. "Apologies Commisar sir! I have an urgent report! We have received word from active patrols that they have seen the 'Wing City Highway' under attack by an unknown group! Casualties unknown and damage appears severe! What are your orders!" The soldier spoke and the Commisar quickly spoke up. "Send word to the Imperial Airforce, I want Thunderbolt fighters mobilised and on their way to this bridge to asses the situation and clear out hostile aircraft. If no aircraft are there then begin staffing operations. Then I want Valkarie transports with soldiers in them to proceed to the highway and begin relief efforts. Afterwards aend word to the closest armoured divisions to pack up all supplies and head to this highway. Eliminate all hostiles and repair that highway. Also I want all nearby squads nearest to the bridge to arrive either on for or by transport. Get a move on soldier." With his order, the Guardsman quickly nodded and left his office and quickly began to alert the rest of the unit.

A few minutes passed and over the city a squadron of thunderbolt fighters flew overhead, they were on their way to the highway and not far behind them squadrons of Valkarie transports few overhead as well. For the fighters it could take them five minutes to arrive, for the transports in the air it would be ten. Armoured forces on the ground, fifteen minutes as well. However multiple squads with no less than four in each team were only a few minutes away from the highway. And there were Kasrykins elites already moving ahead of their guardsman counterparts.

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This time the squad was ready, everybody braced for the impact, and held tight as the thundering barrage of RPGs struck. The only problem was just how accurate the attacking shitheads had gotten. Four out of eight rockets either struck the tank, or close enough to it to cause a problem. Two collided with the front, one on the rear left side, the gunner and driver were bounced around their stations, bodies colliding with metal in the process. They both suffered fractures, Boa to the wrist, and Sunbeam to the ribs.

The jerking of the tank had also made things worse for Python. He was on the opposite side of were the rear RPG struck, and though he ducked and covered his ears in time, he couldn't hang on to the siding well enough, slipping off the tread-wheel and tumbling backwards onto the pavement. Even through his helmet, the impact on solid asphalt was painful, something had even cut him pretty bad over the eyebrow. The worst of it was the tread-wheel, though. His foot had gotten caught on some part of the mechanism he was standing on, and it didn't un-wedge when he went sailing.

Pain wracked his body, he looked up at his leg, still stuck up in the tank where it was caught. It was hard to tell much with his bloodied vision, but he thankfully noticed it was still attached to his torso. Just utterly broken, and useless.

Worse yet, Boa didn't know this, at any moment he could move the tank, and probably tear Python's leg off. He knew he had to move fast, and with a string of curses he sat up as best he could, and yanked on his leg, twisted his foot, pushed, and pulled through the excruciating pain of it all to get it free. It dislodged with a sickening crunch sound, his hands pulled away covered in blood.

This was bad, like 'did you nick an artery?', bad. The only saving grace was that his ceramite armor was mostly intact, just a little crushed. That crushing would probably help stem the blood loss a little, but not enough.

"Sunbeam..Fucking hell, SUNBEAM!", his pained yelling was barely audible over the NEGEV, Python had to resort to picking up a chunk of..Something..And throwing it at his brother to get his attention. When Sunbeam turned, and saw the damage he sprinted over to his fallen comrade as quick as he could, sliding along the slippery pavement as he went.

"I hope that was a fucking rock, and not a shard of bone you hit me with.", it wasn't a rock actually, but the joke was to hopefully keep Python's spirit up. The wounded man only offered a "heh" in response. Bad sign.

"You know I ain't a medic, right? I can only do so much...Fuck I need something to tie your leg up with.." Sunbeam light up with an idea, and jerked the shoulder strap off his M4A4, quickly tying it around Python's injured leg as high up on the thigh as he could. The man screamed, and groaned, but what else could be done? He gave the man a light punch on the shoulder and told him to stay low, and avoid moving.

He sprang up and grabbed hold of the Barrett, quickly scanning around for all the targets he could identify, he needed to know their exact odds.

They were bad. Really bad.

Where only four men had been on the suspension tower 500m-ish down the road before, now there were ten. More little red diamonds were showing up on the nearby hills as well. They were fucked at this rate, they couldn't take another round of ten RPGs outside the tank, let alone twenty. Fuck, twenty could blow the whole bridge.

"Boa, Boa! We need this fucking tank moved back, reinforcements are here, and they ain't ours."

"I fucking know!", the tank driver barked, being the person who supplied the targeting intel, and all. "I'd love to move back, but that'll just bring the fucking rockets with us, killing more folks stuck on the road."

Shit, he was right. They were stuck, they couldn't move just yet, and who knew if there was an ambush placed behind them, too. Sunbeam swore, staring at the suspension tower through his scope. If they could just..Remove..."Fuck."

"Blow the suspension tower, Boa. It'll take a few shots on each side, but fucking do it!"

Boa paused, guiding the massive 120mm smoothbore over to the left tower. His finger hovering over the trigger. "Any civvies down there, man?"

Sunbeam swept the area with thermal, and didn't catch any heat signatures at all. Either the fuckjobs trying to kill them moved everyone, or more likely people bolted, and the Bulwark or somebody shut down the highway. Either way, it was safe to demo.

"Nah, brother, nah. Guess they bolted, or The Bulwark did their job, or some fucking thing. Targets are clear. I repeat, targets are clear for demo."

BOOM. BOOM. DOOM.

The black monster of doom spit out three more rounds, one in the the center that held both side-towers together, and one in each tower. That part of the bridge was reduced to rubble, and fire. At least ten confirmed RPGers down, and the road cut off for more reinforcements. Unknown to the GW squad, half of that rubble would probably come down on one or more of the active IG patrols that had likely been the ones to e-vac the road.

"That's a fucking start!", Sunbeam shouted into his mic, relief in his voice, "Try to take out the left hillside, get NEGEV-man on the right. I'll man the Barrett and do what I can. Python is down, hurt pretty bad. How long till backup?"

Boa glanced at the clock next to his HUD, grimacing as he realized just how much time hadn't passed.

"Twenty-Eight minutes...I'll do what I fucking can."

With that the radio channel went dead, and the 120mm barrel swung over to the hills on the left. He had twenty-three more rounds, and by fucking god he'd turn that whole hillside into a goddamn crater with him. Come hell or high water, somebody was gunna pay.

BOOM...BOOM...BOOM...BOOM...

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The first to arrive at the highway were nearby Imperial Patrol teams. The very first to arrive were Imperial Kasrykins, armed with carapace armour and armed with the best weapons they could be armed with. As they approached the highway they watched as rocket propelled grenades struck a tank and everything nearby. "That tank does not appear to be one of the hostiles, but who drives a tank alongside civilian issued vehicles?" One of the soldiers spoke to himself as he got in position and set up his Long-las. A long barred Las-gun with the accuracy of a sniper rifle, with the added benefit of using energy as its ammo source.

The soldier motioned for the others to advance up ahead to assist the civilians and the engage the hostiles on the hillside. For the sniper, he aimed through his scope and surveyed the hillside. Plenty of guys with RPG's on that hill, apparently that tank was a target. Hovering over on one of the mob guys, he aimed right over head. Unlike normal snipers or weapons, las-gun weaponry had no drop to it meaning it was accurate despite its rather poor damage output against anything wearing actual armour. He took a breath, and with one flick of the trigger the long-las echoed to life, one of the mob soldiers suddenly had a hole drilled in his head. That was one down.

"Everyone! Evacuate in a orderly fashion! This bridge is getting unstable so watch your foot---" One of the guardsman yelled out however was cut short as the tank opened fire on the towers of the road that contained RPG'ers. Of course after the first she'll the soldiers knew better than to stay. "Everyone run! The tower is going to fall!" With that said the soldiers ran back before the most severe of the rubble could come down and thanks to their actions it seemed that there were only a few civilian casualties. With part of the highway clear of civilians, the Imperial soldiers were clear to open fire on the enemy on the hillside. "I want those targets dead! I want a heavy bolter suppressing that position!" A sergeant spoke up motioning for a team of heavy weapons to begin setting up a massive machine gun armed with a tripod. As they set up, some sort of energy shield activated around the small team, a minor refractor field that would defend against small arms fire. As the gun set up, the gun bellowed to life and began pouring bullets upon the hillside treating to tear apart everyone with shells larger than .75 caliber rounds unless they were forced to take cover. While they did this, multiple Imperial soldier took up position on the bridge to add las-gun fire or hell-gun fire to add to the amount of fire. They knew fighter support was on the way. Better to pin the enemy then let them continue their bombardment while civilians continued to evacuate by other Imperial members.

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The thunder-clap of the Barrett had been non-stop, picking up where the 120mm smoothbore's roar left off. Each pull of the trigger was another dead thug, another hole the size of a large rock through a chest, another limb torn off. Sunbeam was starting to feel pretty damn good, even though Spitjaw's NEGEV had run dry. Not to mention he was pretty sure he was at least partially deaf now, and the .50c was throwing his shoulder out.

All-and-all it was starting to look like they'd have this tidied up in no time. As usual though, that's when a belated miracle struck.

The las-fire from nowhere was welcome. It seemed the IG had showed up, finally, both behind the tank, and on the other side of the bridge Constrictor Squad collapsed. Sunbeam thought it was pretty strange that they'd be on that side though, meant they were coming from outside the city. Still, he wasn't really in the mood to look a gift-horse in the mouth, but that coupled with the fact that they would've been more useful about three minutes ago left him underwhelmed.

"Boa, you readin' the Imperial Guard?", he had fired up his commlink, already formulating a plan.

Boa snorted, "Got eyes on las-fire, and those ridiculous fucking Botlers, if that's what you mean."

"Guess the canon fodder wants to play soldier today. I say we fucking let them.", Sunbeam's gaze stayed focused on Python, while he ducked bend the tank for safety. His squad mate was now unconscious.

"Ain't putting civvies in a rocket line you fuck.", Boa's patience for the whole ordeal had run thin, but not thin enough to endanger those un-involved.

"Really think I would either?", the livid Sunbeam practically scowled as he looked around the path behind him. His HUD footage feeding straight to Boa's. "Besides..If you could see Python, you probably wouldn't care.", his video feed came to rest on the bleeding comrade.

It was almost, "If you two pussies are done ovulating," a touching moment, until Spitjaw butted in. "Can we please just move this fucking sitting duck of a tank already?"

The crass approach was needed, the minimal levity it granted causing Boa to chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. Keep your fucking 1950's sexism in your goddamn pants. We have a lull thanks to the IG." The tank shuddered to life, treads spinning in reverse. "This rig is mobile gentlemen, and Spitjaw."

"Good, keep the fucking turrets running," Sunbeam's concern was evident in his sigh. "I'll carry Python ahead of us, make sure no stray shots get to us. They just might have a medic.."

"Roger." "Roger".

Sunbeam picked up his unconscious brother, putting a limp arm around his shoulders, and started to drag him towards the IG line. The tank loomed behind him, rattling off wave after wave of heavy fire. Chances are whoever these mercs were had taken a solid beating. They seemed to have plenty of men, but now two forces had "joined" together to repel them. Unless they had massive numbers, or an entire fleet of aircraft, they'd retreat.

Well, unless they were fucking morons, anyway." Sunbeam's little internal snarking made him chuckle. He was drained, banged up, and Python was pretty damn heavy. He just wanted the idiot to be okay, so he could quit worrying and slide into a Jacuzzi, with three ladies whose names he'd never bother to learn. That sounded damn nice right about now. Of course, it always sounded nice to Sunbeam.

The refreshing thought didn't last long, however, as another volley of RPGs hit the bridge. Twelve this time, somehow. A lot missed the tank, but they stray fire leveled more of the bridge. There was a reason RPG-7s were meant for 200m, not 500m. Those that were lucky enough to hit, about three of of them, mainly they hit rear of the tank. One lucky rocket exploded about 25m in front of Sunbeam though. He was thrown back, hitting the pavement with a thud as Python crumpled beside down him.

His vision was cloudy, the wound above his eyebrow now poured a gout of blood into his vision. The air was knocked from his lungs, too. He found that out when he tried to shout for Python. He gasped for a moment, his lungs spasming in pain before refilling with air. This day was beyond shit, this was becoming hell.

"PTYHON!..PYTHON!", Sunbeam pushed himself off of the gory tarmac, discovering his wrist was broken too via the sharp pain. "Fuck." He realized calling for an unconscious man was pointless, and switched to his commlink. "Spitjaw, Boa, you guys still with me?"

"Ayup."

"Yeah, dumb ass. It's a tank, not a goddamn mini-van."

The silence began to panic Sunbeam. He waited twenty seconds before hailing his team again, this time with desperation. "Boa, Spitjaw, do you read me?"

"Uhh..Yeah. You just asked, Sunbeam. You alright?" Boa barely finished his sentence before Sunbeam hailed again, now having turned to limp back towards the tank.

"I don't fucking hear anything! Fuck, are your comms down, or did the plating give way? What the fuck is with this fucking day?", desperation filled the wounded man's voice, and his squad finally understood what happened.

Boa sent a quick message to Sunbeam's HUD via speech-to-text, it simply read "You're deaf. Can you see this?"
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"Yeah, I can see, barely. Blood in my eyes, man." Sunbeam calmed down damn near instantly, his blindness a lot easier to deal with than the potential loss of his squad.

"Can you walk?", was the reply.

"Yep, legs operational."

"Gather Python, continue to head for Medic. We got your back, trust me.", it was good the text couldn't relay tone, because Boa was livid. Nobody damaged his squad, and walked the fuck away. The tank began to shudder with every step of retreat it took, unleashing it's hellish payload at any target the HUD could find. Boa didn't care how much it cost, or the collateral, those hills were about to become parking lots.

Meanwhile Sunbeam did as he was ordered. He didn't have the strength to carry Python, so he grabbed the man's arm, and simply dragged him along. Each step was misery, and his shoulder complained hardily, but he smiled none-the-less, because each tremor he felt in his boots was another 120mm round of payback.

All in all, he was actually pretty happy he was deaf right now.

"MEDIC! I NEED A GODDAMN MEDIC OVER HERE!"

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The Imperial forces continued to lay down suppressive fire against the thugs on the hill. And with the civilians cleared it would seem that the tank was now able to move and avoid crushing civilians. "Keep the fire pouring! Fighter support is less than a minute away! Keep fighting men for the Emperor! Show these bastards not to mess with civilians under our watch!" The sergeant yell out encouraging the men. Soon rocket fire came foreign at them once again however thanks to the range and suppressive fire, most of the missiles missed but some managed to connect to the bridge and tank.

The entire squad poured fire on the hillside and were soon joined by additional squads after they themselves had finished evacuating the civilians adding extra firepower. Of course the sudden shouting that someone needed a medic was hear wishing the lines and not a second later, a Guardsman armed with just a las-pistol but was carrying a medical pack with him carefully rushed over to the pair that looked worse for wear. "I won't speak about why the hell you have a tank driving in the middle of a highway! But right now I am here to offer any medical aid but right now..." The soldier spoke as he opened us his medical case and grabbed two massive syringes, these contained a medical solution that would ease their pain, although the needle was half the length of an adults pointer finger and he offered to jab it into them so they would not die or bleed out. Of course, he still needed to treat any broken limbs and bones.

Just a minute away, the squad of thunderbolt fighters could see the gunfire erupting from the bridge. "Patrol teams, we can see you for our location. We are commencing assistance operations in thirty seconds, just hold out a little longer then we shall deliver the Emperors justice." The lead pilot spoke through the Vox operator nearby. And he in return relayed the information to the rest of the team.

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Sunbeam gratefully accepted the medical assistance. He had no clue what was in the needle, but if it made his body stop screaming in pain, and kept Python around, he didn't care. Hell, if it worked he'd buy a literal truck load of the shit, and take it back to VL if the road was ever rebuilt. He quickly took his gloves off, and rolled up his sleeve, then did the same for the unconscious Python.

"Hit us, Doc," he chuckled, a surprisingly painful action for him. "Make it quick. Something tells me the fight just ain't over ye-"

"Sunbeam, you copy?", it was Boa, and he sounded pretty damn concerned.

"Yeah?" Sunbeam's creeping feeling about the fight prolonging got a little bit stronger.

"Got a visual, two enemy attack choppers, on your three.", Boa sighed heavily, you could almost hear his head shaking. "Comin' in cold, but it looks like they're packing some heavy fucking artillery."

"So fucking shoot them down, you dumb prick, why you wasting time tell me this shit?"

"That's the thing!", Boa was barking into his comm now, wishing that for once Sunbeam would think ahead. "I'm low on fucking ammo you limp pecker-wood, and I am not sitting in a nearly inert tank to reload. They're also coming in along the bridge. Over the civvies, over the IG detachment, ove-" He paused as as a large heat signature flashed on his HUD, about 1000m away. He couldn't confirm it, but he had a pretty damn good guess as to what it was.

"The blew the next suspension bridge. They've trapped everybody on that side in a kill-box."

"Fucking hell!" Sunbeam swatted the medic away once he got his shot, standing up while his body numbed itself. "How long till our choppers, Boa?"

"No clue, ETA was thirty, so if these things got here first we can't be too far behind."

"How long till another rocket volley?"

"I don't fucking know, what the fuck do you think it is I'm doing with my time?", Boa was just flat out pissed now. "Timing the enemy reload, and positioning? No, I'm shelling."

"The get fucking eyes on them, Boa!", temper had gotten the better of Sunbeam as well. "Figure it the fuck out, and if you have enough time get your sorry ass, and Spitjaw out of the tank. Join me at the IG line. It'll be stupid to sit in that banged up thing, with barely any loaded ammo, if two attack helis hit the scene."

There was a brief radio pause, followed by an annoyed Boa's "Roger.", he really hated it when Sunbeam actually was thinking ahead, because it just made him look stupid.

Sunbeam quickly turned back to the Doc, and now mending Python. The two GW men were still in shit shape, but it was a start. "Alright, you...Imperial..Guard..Thing..Guy." He motioned to the medic, just in case his description left any question on who he meant. "Help me carry my buddy back to your op-base, get me in touch with a commander. Everyone on the other side of the bridge is trapped, and enemy air is coming in. We gotta move, fast."


"DUNH DUNH DUNH DUH, DUHN DUHN DUH DA DA DUHN!"

The poorly tuned "humming" of Flight of Valkyries bombarded the Sidewinder Squad's Comm channel. Even over the powerful, chopping blades of the Apache AH-64, it couldn't be blocked out.

The rest of the squad inside the black death machine collectively groaned as it cut through the midday skyline over the flats between VL, and Wing City. They all knew Timber was going to start "singing" that ever so cliched song eventually. They had a betting pool going even, almost all of them had opted for, "On takeoff", though. He bucked the odds, and made it all the way until they were just outside the engagement zone.

"Fucking hell, Timber!" The pilot was the first to round on him for it. "You just cost me two hundred fucking bucks. Why couldn't you have done that shit on take off?"

"Pffff," the reprimanded man was full on laughing at this stage. "Because, Diamondback. You're a goddamn retard. Rock'n'me agreed to split the pool if I rigged it."

His accomplice shot him a glare, hissing malice at him. "The fuck you tell them for, dipshit?"

"So we could beat your fucking ass," the forth man, Blacktail had spoken up.

Diamondback just laughed for a minute, before calling for a cease to the chatter. He had just gotten visual on two other choppers they hadn't been briefed on. He was unsure of what to do, and patched a call into HQ.

"Commander Gorgon? Sitrep, requesting advice. Two Helios heading to engagement zone. Cannot ID. Orders, sir?"

The other end was silent for a moment, before a cold, gruff voice boomed. "Given the situation it's safe to assume enemy craft. Intel doesn't have any civ flights charted for that area today, either. You are free to engage at will." Gorgon did not like this situation, not one bit. He was even more unhappy being stuck at HQ, waiting for a no-doubt pissed off mayor to show up. With the FUBAR this shit was turning into, he couldn't afford to offend the man.

He just really hoped he was making the right call.

"Roger that, Commander." Diamondback sounded thrilled however. He just really wanted to shoot something. It had been a long, boring ride thus far. "Will brief again after engagement. Sidewinder Squad signing off."

With that he pushed the copter forward at full speed, while shouting orders to the squad. "Okay ladies, get ready for a hot entry. New targets, new engagement. I'm taking down those choppers, but Constrictor still needs back up. Parachutes are located on your left." He chuckled for a moment, "And as always please remember to return your seats to the up-right, vertical position you found them in. Thank you for flying Air Hoorah today. There are no refunds."

The Squad rolled their eyes, giving a collective, unenthusiastic "hoorah" before Timber pipped up. "And you guys complained about my singing? Fuck, this guy's 'stand up' is more than enough to route the enemy."

Blacktail shoved a parachute pack into his arms in response, just glaring. "Time to go, you cheating bastard. I half hope your cord is busted."

"You, and me both brother!" Timber threw the thing on in a hustle and jerked the right side door of the chopper open. "Alright, which one of you is fir-"

Rock, who was still angry about being ratted out, straight up pushed him out of the chopper with a smirk. "You."

"If your done, gentlemen." Diamondback was laughing again, but worried about how long they were taking. Rock and Blacktail offered "rogers", and jumped.

Now that they were deployed, and en route, he was free to engage some helis.

The massive machine guns of the Apache AH-64 roared to life, spraying a wall of lead to the closer of the two helicopters. Diamondback could feel his blood rushing as a wave of adrenaline hit. "FUCK YEAH, SON!", he shouted, watching with glee as some of the bullets hit the back rotor. This was going to be too damn easy.

At least that was his impression, right until the lit chopper unloaded a barrage of missiles towards the ground, taking out the bridge. Both helicopters then immediately jerked around to face him. They were both full on attack choppers. Both loaded with serious firepower, and both carrying eight men inside.

"Well. Fuck."

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The Imperial medic simply nodded as he assisted the two injured soldiers to the gunline. However with the state of the bridge and the threat of it falling, they were in deep trouble. They did not have equipment meant for escaping this situation, they would need to rely on luck and the Emperors mercy to see them through. "Emperor protect us all...Once we head to the line I will have the vox operator contact command. As for the enemy air support...you'll see." The medic sighed as he helped the man over to the line where the remaining Imperial forces were held up. Once they arrived the medic signaled the man with the large communication device on his back to contact command. "Command, come in command. this is the 124th along with the 412th, patrol teams near the highway. Commisar sir, the bridge has sustained major damage. However someone would like to speak to you..." The Vox operator spoke as he held out his radio to the man when he was ready to retrieve it.

With the arrival of the attack helicopters, they knew they could not waste their time on the choppers. They had to keep the hill pinned down, or else they would get hit by further volleys of rocket fire. Of course with the arrival of a friendly chopper, they were thankful to say the least.

Of course now seen over the horizon. The squad of five thunderbolts were now in plain view for all to see. "Hostile aircraft spotted! Arm all weapons and take them down!" The lead pilot called out at the fighters would proceed with aerial assistance. 5 sets of twin- linked autocannons, massive shells comparable to bolt rounds although at a much larger scale. These heavy fighters also came equipped with twin-linked, a massive energy weapon capable of burning right through the armor of armored vehicles especially choppers. Two fighters focused on the choppers with a sudden strafing maneuvers, peppering the assault helicopters with high grade ordnance only the Imperium could muster. The remaining three began to strafe targets of opportunity on the hillside. The enemy would know fear this day, as what a space marine would say but today was the Imperial Guards glory. And they were going to prove that even the Guard can win battles without the assistance of the space marines. and with that in mind, the squads of Imperial soldiers on the ground cheered and began to fight with renewed vigor.

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A one-sided argument on open commlinks breached the noise floor gaining volume as the source approached, "Quit your whining about Xenos I could still drop you! You're lucky I work for your false queen's contract! Operational merc, currently call sign Charlie Sierra Victor Six. Because I take contracts remotely. Yes, Fine. I'll add the ammo to your bill. Up you go. So I can see if they're checking fire or not so I don't get shot! Have fun! Call me on commlink if you don't die!"

Upside down and clung to the bridge one of Jaunt's sharp front legs extended and flexed around an imperial guard blown off the bridge elsewhere by a round of explosions. The repeater sown into the side of his cephalothorax was repeating for Jaunt as it rather lacked vocal cords. He doubled back shortly after the RPG fire started tearing stone out of the bridge. The hairy brown hook legs tethered with ceramite plates slapped up to hook a crumbling bridge edge to brace with as the several eyed spider chucked the guard back over the ledge. The uniformed man arced high over the wall then landed falling on his ass.

Jaunt scurried away to avoid potential fire. It wasn't hard to figure out where the giant tank was on the bridge. He had a feeling it was the same ones that shot up the group it was looking over. At least he had some intel to give the contractor. Jaunt patiently waited on the underside crammed between struts below the bridge. A partly red bump covered in haphazard flak and ceramite with guns strapped onto quick release mounts. The sawtooth front legs removed a heavy reciprocating bolter with a long shock-stabilizing arm mount on the sides he could clamp his sawteeth into. If that heli he heard tried flying under the bridge it'd get a nasty surprise. Jaunt idly watched bridge pieces and dead people fall into the oblivion below.

The setting changes from wing-city-highway to Wing City

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Throughout the streets of Wing City, soldiers wearing flak vests began marching through the streets armed with flamers. The Imperial Gaurd had located a strange vessel that was on a collision course with the city. Unfortunately no ship was nearby to blow it out of the sky, and many anti-air defense systems had yet been built.

However the soldiers had a new task, begin purging the strange seeds and prevent any from taking root on the planet. It was an alien ship, and these were alien seeds. For the religious men of the Emperor they would never allow such a thing to tarnish the planet.

The Purging was thorough, every seed was being burned. The Imperial Guard was always ready to defend Wing City from xeno hostiles.

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With strange things afoot DHEED preferred to have a front row seat given the option. It wasn't terribly high confidence whether it preferred the newness of the signal or the sheer potential for suffering. No reason not to find out. It wasn't hard for DHEED to be in a lot of places at once its husks and processing nodes were sprinkled all over the city. A smattering of nihilistic droids erupted from walls, nondescript doors, and basement vaults. DHEED directed the soldiers where it had good data the projectiles had hit. Sometimes it just waited to watch the things burn. It half-hoped some would survive, and ignored a few it had evidence of but plausible deniability for, just to see what would happen. DHEED dropped down a sheer impact point into a sub-basement to look at one. He left the husk frozen in place recording into archives with a dying rat twitching over the object.

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Once their task was complete, the seeds released the many into the area where they landed, each one cracking and popping as it did, the shell melting as the many took sustanance and material to multiply from it. Fire took the many by surprise, and some seeds failed in their second function. The others learned, and changed. Now the many would feed from fire, rather than Feed it.

The many were unseen by mortal eye, they existed in a fashion too small to be seen. They scattered and spun and dug into the ground, like a dust that shimmered and was gone. They were not yet ready. Soon they would grow, but they were not yet ready.

The Vessel would crash and shatter like a hollow shell, it's pieces scattered about. The many that were part of the vessel waited until all motion had stopped, and then they would break and scatter, the pieces dissolving as the many seperated from a whole and became only living ashes. Unhindered they would vanish soon and become unseen, lest those who lived in the clay light city stopped them.

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"Sir! Our scanners are picking up that the seeds have adapted and burrowed into the ground. Flamethrowers are no longer working, we may have a large scale infestation unless we exterminate the area. Permission to call in orbital bombardment to level this area?" One of the Guardsman sergeants spoke into a radio once the equipment was picking up what was going on. "Negative, we have reports of a Space Marine Librarian on the way. He will deal with the seeds and the ship. Ensure nothing gets out."

Just as he finished the radio call, a massive armored figure holding a staff walked into view. The Guardsman quickly fell on their knees as sign of respect. "Greeting M'lord, you honor us with your humble presence Space Marine." The sergeant spoke. The Marine did not speak as he had no need to, he acknowledged the Guardsman with a slight nod and tuned in on this surroundings using Battle Sight, and he located every single trace of seeds down to the very last. Including the very ash in the air. Slamming his staff into the ground he sent fourth a wave of psychic energy utterly obliterating every last seed in an instant leaving no trace of it, as for the floating ash in the air he tore open a hole in reality and forced all the ash through it sending it away into the immaterial realm to which it would soon be nothing.

"Emperor watch over you Guardsman, continue with your duty. Our job here is done, no xeno trace is left. I want you to locate the source, we shall exterminate them when you do. For now I have other important business to attend to." With that the Space Marine Captain walked off.

The setting changes from wing-city to Wing City Plaza

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Imperial Garrison, Wing City Plaza

A short ways away from Wing city Plaza, a regiment of Imperial Guardsman were busy with routine patrols. Making sure to enforce the law as acting police officers. However from where they were they could see the sinister event happening just nearby, a wall of shadows was seen at their response was intimidate. "This is Imperial Garrison A-149, we have an emergency! We request an immediate transfer to the Commissar!" One of the sergeants began to speak into his vox and his call was transferred almost immediately.

"Report Guardsman."

"Commissar sir! We have reason to believe the plaza of this city is under attack by the demonic creatures from the Undermarket! We are requesting immediate aid! Foul witchcraft is also at work and we may need a powerful psyker to break through the shadow wall!"

"Understood, all avaliable force are converging on the plaza immediantly. We have reports of a space marine already on the planet and in the area after clearing a former xeno presence. Regroup with him at the following coordinates, reinforcements will arrive in less than a minute. Emperor guide you all." And with that the Commissar ended the call and the motorized regiment was already driving to the coordinates their commanding officer gave them.

Just a fair distance away a red blur was running on the streets, one of the Imperiums finest a space marine was running at speeds faster than any car could go. However this was no ordinary space marine, Captain Carnaelgaar of the Blood Ravens was already en route to the Plaza once he sensed the dark presence. He had ordered his brothers in space to prepare to deep strike in at the following cordinates.

Before the guardsman could arrive, Carnaelgaar had arrived first followed by the shattering impact of multiple drop pods unlaoding a ddetachment of at least 50 space marines, three Librarians, 20 Tactical Marines armed with their standard bolter and rounds, ten Devastator Marines five armed with heavy bolters and the other five armed with a las-cannon,and 17 Assault marines, 15 of which were armed with cainswords and the remaining two armed with power swords."We do not have time, I will shatter this magic barrier, follow me immediately." He spoke knowing every second mattered. The souls of the innocent were being harvested, just like the forces of chaos. Channeling his psychic might he sent a powerful energy blast to shatter a small hole in the barrier from him and his group to get through. The guardsman would only get in the way, however once their full force arrive the sanctioned Psykers would be enough to lead the Imperial Guard armored company through.

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The Shadowling in the military uniform took a startled breath as the hole was blasted through the simple shadow barrier. Immediately it began to close, and Tendrils surrounded the hole to assault any trying to enter or escape. The tendrils would lash out at the Marines and at the guardsmen and women while a battalion of Bashers appeared in full armor and shield, Roman Cohort style, surrounding the breach in the defense with spears of unholy darkness lowered and ready.

The smash and grab proceeded, the citizens screaming for mercy and help as they were dragged into the abyss or assaulted and torn to shreds. Trappers formed a new barrier behind the surrounding battalion of Bashers, preventing most anything from escaping or entering from the side. Tendrils also came from their shadows to assault all non-shadows nearby. The Shadowling grinned and his eyes began to glow.

"Yes....this is good...Commandos for the Legion...." he said, looking over at the guardsmen and Space Marines as they fought with the Bashers, who held their ground, bullets and other projectiles bouncing off their shields and armor, or passing through their bodies like nothing. "Lord Draco will be most Pleased with this Catch."

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The space marines with their immense training and biologically enhanced skills easily avoided the tendrils that dared to counterattack them. The Tacticals and Devastators raised their weapons as the Bashers arrived and fired .75 caliber rounds, each one rocket propelled at the enemy. However their sheilds resisted the gunfire and their ethereal like bodies made it impossible for psychical arms to harm, they were winning...for a few seconds that is.

The captain launched Storm of the Emperor's Wrath, a powerful psychic lighting which would render their shields of little protection and would burn the creatures ethereal like bodies. The Librarians channeled their Psychic might through the very ammunition of the space marines, surrounded each bolt round with a psychic field which would allow them to harm the ethereal like creatures and even them they would still harm any normal creature that stood in their way. They also did the same for the assault marines and surrounded their swords with the very same energy. The marines focused on the tendrils while the Librarians and Captain focused their efforts on clearing the heavily armored foes with ease as they pushed forward.

For the guardsman however, as the tendrils attacked them they began to pull back. They knew they did not have the means without any psychic support and began to pull back to await reinforcements. Of course that did not stop them for opening fire on the demonic things.