Arnok The Supreme's Story

High above in the clouds, Sil now prepared. The two had been left below, her Skittarii were in the midst of retreating back into orbit, sans a few Skittarii. They died so that the rest could live...and they had a wonderful prize from down below. Though she had promised to give it to Vrosh upon it's completion, she wouldn't let the chance to gain this valuable, nearly priceless and unique artefact go without gleaming whatever could be gleamed from it.

Bringing it to her personal laboratory, she had it teleported to her work space. At once, several heretek rushed into the room and began to run their own diagnostics of the device while the Magos removed her armor. This work would require precision, patience and a fine hand. This couldnt be done in such a robust suit of armor such as this. After removing her armor, she took her combi-tool from her belt and her utility mechadendrite sprang to life with various tools.

Hereteks began to chant prayers to the machine spirit inside as Sil moved herself to get whatever she could reach with her probes and mechadendrite. It would take a great deal of time...maybe even days to complete. But it would soon be ready to wielded once again in the service of Chaos.

Arnok laughed as the creatures fell with ease, with their skill they might as well be fighting unarmed children. They could not even fight back. Regardless their blood shall spill despite how pitiful this actual fight was. However a nearly ten foot tall creature had pulled itself from one of the tunnels and had proceeded to boot Vrosh 60 feet away and through a stone wall.

"There! That seems to be a worthy challenge!" Arnok roared as he began to use the power of the warp and conjured five orbs of fire around him. "Laugh as you will beast! I shall roast your body in warpfire! Now feel the power of Chaos beast and kneel before us!" And with a thought, the orbs as big as small boulders came rushing to the beast. He did not need only his claws to rip in to shreds, he would enjoy killing it slowly.

The Beast recoiled from the warp flames as they began roasting through his flesh however the hide of the beast seemed to harden and heal regenerating and becoming immune to the flames, it charged forward raising one of its meaty fists, now covered in hardened plates of chitin, and swinging to bring it crashing down towards Arnok. if the beast was to strike, the force of the blow would launch Arnok from his feet and only the protective barrier of the terminator armour's secondary defences would keep the blow from seriously wounding the chaos lord.

Vrosh pushed the stone work that had fallen on him aside and rolled over to get to his feet, the power pack damaged but the nature of the daemonically possessed armour it would regenerate and so would Vrosh’s broken rib plate, he turned his head and grabbed the closest weapon looking item pulling it from the rubble, he’d raise up a large imposing weapon, a daemon maul, the head of the giant mace crackling with energies and having eight closely packed bladed peaks upon it, he’d grab his power axe from the floor mag latch it to his waist and his knife had escaped his grip when he was launched, he quickly began running back toward the fight, the bigger deadlier weapon in hand.

Arnold laughed as the creature slammed its fist into him, almost severely wounding him but his unholy terminator armor withstood the blow, however he would fly a few feet back. "Good, all the more enjoyable after we drag your soul into the warp beast!" He roared as the armor began to fix itself. Tainted with the warp, and with the soul of a demon chained inside it, the armor reapired and mended itself as he marched forward brandishing his pair of lightning claws.

He would take great glee in ripping the beast to pieces. Like a bolt of lightning, Armor would dissapeared and suddenly re-appear behind the demon, and with both claws slashed at its legs tearing them to pieces with ease. It mattered not what the creature was wearing, in his grasp all who got close with these unholy arms were all prey.

With the beast wounded from behind, it had to take a knee, Vrosh rushed up seizing the chance to strike it in the head with the daemon maul, an explosion of force and energies ripped into the beast’s flesh and bone, popping its eyeballs and launching it from Vrosh’s own titanic strength, the head of the two handed war mace cutting into the stone he glanced to Arnok and hefted the daemon maul throwing it to the terminator clad chaos lord.

“i’ll distract it this time and you strike it with the maul” Vrosh charged the standing beast and scooped his knife off the floor and quickly drew his axe, burying the power axe into its shoulder and then with the knife stabbing it in the throat, the damage brought about by the maul didn’t seem to heal upon the beast.

"I will be sure to crush its skull with this then!" Arnok spoke as he lumbered forward before suddenly vanishing and appearing on top on the beast like a bolt of lightning. With the Daemon Maul in both hands, he swing the mace down with his own unholy strength paired with the strength of his unholy Terminator armor. The Mace would probaly pulverize the beats skull to dust, probaly sink even further into the beast spilling blood and matter onto the floor.

Vrosh pulled his weapons free, unpowering the axe and mag clamping it to his belt sheathing the knife and giving a low chuckle “close enough to a good fight” he glanced about before looking back to the entryway far above them, he then begins walking towards the staircase, leaving the temple, the prize already theirs “our goal is gained, no need to further stay on this wretched planet”

The crimson slaughter chaos lord soon arrived at the entrance looking across his minions “ALL CRIMSON SLAUGHTER FORCES RETURN TO THE FLEET!, WE HAVE OUR PRIZE! Vrosh looked to the sorcerer and recognised the runes upon the psyker’s armour, soon enough the bloody reaper’s teleportarium would power up and return Vrosh to his ship, the thunderhawks and dropcraft would ferry back the crimson slaughter back to one of the six original crimson slaughter ships in orbit.

"Sorcecer, prepare our exit off of this planet. We have what we came for, along with the word of Chaos being spread in this sector." Arnok spoke as he began to march away from the beasts mangled body.

On the surface, Arnok gathered his forces and Thunderhawk transports were already on course back for the Scourging Inferno and other ships. Their work was now done here, and they have their weapons in hand once again. Today was the start of bloodshed.

Adsiltia was still listening to the comms chatter in the micro bead in her ear, nodding a few times to herself while she continued on the repairs on the device. Her mind was racing with plans, ideas and seemed to be debating a few things to herself while she responded to Vrosh and Arnok through the Micro Bead.

"Indeed we have our prize. However, this item so rather badly damaged. It will take a few weeks to fix. I will find you when it is ready. For now, we take our leave. Adsiltia out"

The Communications line cut off and Sil began to set her orders for her Fleet to leave. The Skittarii from the planet had made it back to her ship and were moving themselves into quarantine just to ensure they did not have any sort of diseases on their persons. With her orders given, and their cargo in tow, the ships of her fleet began to turn away from the Armada and right proper warp jumped out of the system and disappeared from sight.

Sil had plans to see to...the Imperium should be met and brought into the fold.

A perfect location...Today was the time to finally show the universe...No, the Multiverse that they were coming. The demonic forces of Chaos have picked this planet as their starting point. The many unholy warriors under the Word Bearers Legion have gathered together. Chaotic symbols etched all over the surface of the ground, blood oozed from freshly murdered sacrifices to fuel this massive ritual.

The Warmaster has made his move against the Imperium causing them all to withdraw to defend their worlds. Now...There was no 'angels' to protect against them. The Corpse God can no longer protect these damned souls. And now...They were preparing to unleash the Chaos Legions across the mortal plane. All they had to do was open a tear into the warp.

On the surface, two armored figures stood together to oversee this unholy ritual. "Sorcerer, what is the progress of the ritual?" The hulking figure in Terminator Armor demanded to know as he glared at the smaller figure next to him. Unholy psychic power flowed from his hands as he was preparing the ritual.

"We are preparing the souls...At this rate we shall be ready within the hour my...lord..." The Sorcerer answered his lords question as he grabbed a dagger from his robe. "Once...We are ready...You will become an ascendant my lord...And all shall fear your wrath..."

With his reply, the lord of this warband began to cackle with laughter. Soon...His effort and devotion to the dark gods will be rewarded.

Reconnaissance and information gathering. There was reason to believe that a potential threat to the United Aschen Empire was amassing here on Nirn and so the Adept Of War, Appollonia had geared up and been matter streamed down to investigate. Subtle wasn't Appollonia's preference but it was necessary for her mission. Her primary weapon for this mission would be a T53C charged particle rifle with magnetic envelope. Good accuracy and exceptional stopping power in relatively small package. Her secondary was the Magnetron III. Firing in 4.55x13mm tungsten tipped steel cored fin stablized fletchette, this was going to be Appollonia's go to for more distanced scenarios due to it's better accuracy which came with little sacrifice to it's stopping power. The T65 augmented combat skin was supposedly a step below the T86 Adept Power Armor but Appollonia always felt that she was slower in the T86. The T65 felt sleeker and more practical than the bulk, shock and awe of the T86. The Energy shield emitted by the augmented combat skin's Aegis device was a definitive plus. Capable of withstanding most if not all forms of small arms fire, the shield would become crucial to her survivability should she be spotted...That along with the enhancements she was given when she was broken down and rebuilt as an Adept Of War for the Aschen Empir, there was no doubt in her mind that this mission would be a success.

The rest of her equipment consisted if the necessities for communication with the Stealth Corvette (which would be distancing itself from the planet to avoid detection), self concealment, microfusion cells and ammunition, and some limited explosive ordnance. She didn't need to bring along any device to record the things she saw, as an Adept of War, remembering, describing, and even recreating on paper or computer, the things she saw would be as easy as breathing.

Upon assuring herself that she had been successfully matter streamed down to the planet, Appollonia commenced to move as discreet and cautiously as she could. The few orbital snapshots that they were able to take of the area were her only knowledge of the geographical lay out of the area, that and some information about Nirn's weather and climate as well as local wildlife and vegetation. She assumed they would have a better grasp of the environment and that they would be prepared with fortifications, patrols, and traps. Her destination was a vantage point from which she could see the scale of their operation before attempting to get a closer look and possibly obtaining more sensitive information about what it was they were doing but identifying who was behind would have to come first. Perhaps Appollonia would discover reason to abandon caution and handle things in a matter more befitting the name she was given "The Destroyer" .

As the Chaotic ritual proceeded as planned, the very atmosphere of the planet began to change. The air was thick with the scent of blood, freshly spilt by the smell of it. The little fly buzzing closer to the ritual would note something. The surface looked like it was dying, being corrupted by some sort of foul energy. Of course the source of what possibly happened was walking around.

There were some people on their knees, dressed in tattered robes. They seemed consumed with madness, their bodies looked like it had strange symbols carved into their body with some sort of sharp utensil. Their robes with stitching of an eight pointed star...The symbol of Chaos. The followers of the Chaos Gods, and the ones that the Imperium has been fighting for a long time.

They were on some backwater planet, and for what reason? Of course none of these ‘cultists’ would be able to locate the well trained adept. It was made more so with their unholy chanting that filled the air. The skies were taking a blood red hue, and the clouds were darkened.

Of course...One person could easily sense an unwanted presence on the planet. The eyes of Chaos was far and wide after all...And sensing the presence of something was child’s play. “It would seem that...We have an unwelcome guest my lord...Worry not...” The Chaos Sorcerer proceeding with the ritual soon stabbed the knife in his hands into the center of the massive Circle causing it to howl in a demonic screech as it began to turn the ground around it blood red. ”I shall personally deal with this myself...Rest assured...Your...Ultimate power is at hand...” The man replied through his helmet as he began to walk away from the Ritual site.

All he heard was the cackling of his dark master. ”Excellent! Soon all will know of Chaos! And I will become greater than that dog Abbadon! And I will become warmaster!” The man laughed. A pity really...How blind he was to his true intentions. Then again, it made things far easier for him. Now...Was this a Space Marine in the area? Or was it something else? His fellow...’Brothers’...Should be long gone by now in this area...Still, if someone was making their way to the ritual site that meant they were either foolish...Or fearless enough to face them.

On her ruck to the vantage point, Appollonia became more aware of the surrounding environment. It did not match any of the information that she had memorized prior to putting boots on the ground. The earth was crimson red like blood and there was the all too familiar foul stench of death lingering in the air. She could watch the nearby fauna wilt and wither, the animals seemed absent altogether. Something sinister was taking place here for sure. A smile crept unto her face as the possibility of combat increased. Her heart rate commenced to accelerate. Perhaps it was from her pace suddenly increasing, or perhaps it was more because the thought of combat excited her...

Upon reaching the vantage point and disposing of some rabble along the way, Appollonia reached into her Backpack and retrieve a pair of binoculars and began to observe the operation in it's full glory. Strange, robed figures kneeling here and there with strange symbols adorning them. Ritualistic circles around the ground, emitting light. There were many strange sights now forever etched into her mind but one of them she kept seeing again and again. The 8 pointed star. The Symbol of Chaos. The War Adept knew little of this cult. The Aschen had some information about them, they were an enemy of the Imperium and users of magic who worshipped a pantheon consisting of Four Gods and many, many Greater and lesser Daemons. There was more detail in the Aschen files but Appollonia had not yet made herself familiar with it. Followers and Sacrifices were in too great a number for this to be a harmless religious ceremony. Her smile widened.

Her free hand reached up to her ear and dragged the holographic interface that appeared to her mouth. "This is Appollonia. I will be engaging with the enemy in earnest. Prepare me an escape route and radio it to me when possible.".

Without waiting for a response, not that one would be sent. She packed everything up and right on queue more cannon fodder appeared. Most likely, they had discovered Precisely why infiltration was not her strong suit. Appollonia cared too much about creating bodies and not enough about hiding them. Given who she was before and what the Aschen repurposed her into, by the infinite mercy of her beloved Emperor, it only made sense for her to.

Maybe she looked like a well geared morsel to them. It was not the first time her foes had made this mistake. The body she was given was pleasing and her face was rather pleasing to the eyes too. If this was the illusion they had let themselves fall for, it would disappear when they saw her childish eyes lit brightly with joy, when they saw the smile of a killer who found no greater joy in this life than to spill and bathe in the blood and entrails of those who opposed her Aschen and her Emperor. Appollonia did not know if the forces of Chaos knew how to feel fear but she did not care what it was that they felt...What mattered to her was the happiness she felt when she pulled the trigger of the weapon she wielded and watched the Plasma do the rest. What a beautiful piece of Aschen Weaponry she was!

With inhumane speed, she outmaneuvered them. Darting to cover, not that she needed to, before they could properly position themselves. Taking advantage of that fact and taking the initiative in the firefight by inflicting casualties. Pressing her advantage by swiftly repositioning to negate whatever tactical worth their positions had given them and mocking them by aggressively closing in on them. Conserving ammo and indulging in her own blood lust by taking care of them in close quarters combat, a specialty of hers made only more potent by the enhancements gifted to her by her superiors. Appollonia was certainly better than the lowly fanatic of the Chaos Gods...but it was not enough.

She continued on. During the debrief, it would be seen as an act of heroism. An attempt to delay the enemies operation and perhaps that is what her actions would accomplish. Yet anyone who had worked with this Adept of War knew that the one named Appollonia obssessed over killing the enemies of the Emperor as much as she loved the Emperor himself. Any action and emotion unrelated to the Emperor was just something she mimicked to not cause discomfort to her fellow Aschen, who did not share her "fascination" with the man.

The lesser cultist rabble would not be missed, Chaos would always carry fourth without such useless rabble around. The cultists however had their blood spilled upon the sickening soil, their very soul extracted straight from their body to further feed the ritual in progress. However with the woman’s bloodlust, and her contact with Chaos. She now knew of the existence of Chaos firsthand, which made it all the easier for one person to easily communicate.

”Ah...Welcome to Nirn...Or at the very least this ball of rock suited for what I plan to do...” A dark and eerily strange voice echoes in the depths of her mind. Psychic communication, it was known that Psykers could communicate with the minds of others if they had a presence in the warp. And humans indeed had a presence in the warp. Even the most holy warriors of the Space Marines were not safe from the whispers of Chaos.

Soon enough from up ahead, a figure cladded in ornate Power Armor walked into view on top of a hill. That was strange, she was certainly not spotted during her descent, but perhaps she might have found this more of a better stroke of luck then bad timing. This...Armored figure soon stopped on top of the hill, a Bolt Pistol strapped to his waist, a smaller hand held weapon famed in the Imperium. A rocket propelled, uranium tipped 1.0 caliber round. Many of the Astartes carried these around, even Imperial officers carried a different pattern of Bolt Pistol.

In his hand, was a Force Sword. He had...Found a new one from a certain Space Marine he has finished using as a pawn in his schemes. A sword that grew in power by the psychic connection. And he was a dangerously powerful Psyker. Of course he showed no hostilities yet. However the voice spoke again even at their range.

”Have you had our fill of blood yet? Perhaps not...The rabble you dispatched must have been...Unstatisfying...But let me personally greet you intruder...I am Abrubhor...Chaos Sorcerer of the Word Bearers Legion...” Once the voice spoke, the man gave a mock bow making it known that he was the one speaking. ”If you wish more bloodlust...Perhaps we can show you the right path for carnage...To slake your thirst in eternal war without restraint...To kill who you want whenever you want...” The voice began to tempt her, to try and...Convince her...Make these thoughts sit with her as the eternal whispers make their due over time...He corrupted people to see the power of Chaos. To show them the true path.

”Ah...Welcome to Nirn...Or at the very least this ball of rock suited for what I plan to do...”

It was not the first time that Appollonia had heard a voice from within herself. Surely many times before a voice called out to her and fought with her for control but that voice in particular came from the person she used to be and Apple (shortening of Appollonia) refused to revert back to that weak and pathetic state. The Blue Switch...that ghost...was dead. With everyday that voice grew weaker and fainter, their will to fight for control was but an ember of what it once was. Now this voice that spoke to her was new. It was foreign and that caught her off guard. So much that she misstepped and a fanatic whom she was dispatching by hand to hand combat managed to stab her with a dagger.

The blade didn't do anything except penetrate the armor a little but to Appollonia that was unacceptable. She slammed the butt of the T53C particle rifle into the skull of her foe, leaving a bloody crater where their face was. The body was thrown back from the force and she continued her onslaught with the frustration of her blunder in mind until He came into view.

Standing atop a hill a indisputably dominant figure stood overlooking her one-sided skirmishes against his expendable underlings. The demonic ornate power armor he wore alone would strike fear into most who saw him, perhaps it was her ignorance that permitted her to stand her ground without shuddering before this imposing sight. His weaponry was also nothing short of impressive. A weapon of unknown caliber on one wrist, a chainsaw or sword in the other. Apple was sure this was the one she would have to kill before her escape option came.

”Have you had our fill of blood yet? Perhaps not...The rabble you dispatched must have been...Unstatisfying...But let me personally greet you intruder...I am Abrubhor...Chaos Sorcerer of the Word Bearers Legion...” Once the voice spoke, the man gave a mock bow making it known that he was the one speaking. ”If you wish more bloodlust...Perhaps we can show you the right path for carnage...To slake your thirst in eternal war without restraint...To kill who you want whenever you want...”

Yup....that was who she needed to kill. Yet even as she swifted from the T53C to the Magnetron III, as she got into range and fired at the massive being, something inside her head couldn't help but nod along to what he had told her. It just seemed too good to be true. Apple once served someone who had promised her the same but that came at a price she was now paying the debt for. The Psionic Inhibitors of the T65 kicked in, muffling out and distorting the invasive voice of this strange being. "I kill for one man and one Empire, nothing you can say will change that!", she shouted and fired a volley from her rifle at him if only to test the thickness of the armor.

As the volley of fire was sent in his direction, a Psychic barrier formed in front of him to take the attack. Of course he would note that something seemed to cut off the Psychic waves surrounding her...Which meant that that his simple psychic tricks on her mind would not work. However...

"Fool...You face powers beyond your normal understanding...Prepare to face my power!..." The man actually shouted this instead as he suddenly vanished as warp fire engulfed his form. He had decided to skim the warp and transcended space for a second to cross long stretches of land. Or in the more simple of terms, he used the powers of the Warp to warp to a location close to the woman as his blade exuded a purple hue.

A Force Sword was a blade made specifically for a Psyker, allowing him to channel his psychic energy through the weapon. Although different from a Power Sword which disrupted the molecular bonds of an object, with his very psychic might flowing through the sword it was far more deadlier. With a strike more than capable of piercing power armor with the same ferocity of a Power Sword but with the force to even destroy the mind and bodies of Daemons and Large Alien creatures.

As for a human, the blade was like a conduit between his Psychic mind and the flesh of the target, No doubt with the unholy power of the Warp infecting the blade, the wound wont be pleasant. But the blade was not the only danger, the armored figures movements were quick and precise despite the bulky armor he wore. It was clear that he was a skilled combatant, as expected of a Superhuman who had undergone genetic enhancement, along with generations of combat experience since the Warp has stopped his aging at this point in life.

Perhaps he was right when he announced that she faced powers far beyond her normal understanding but the Aschen war arsenal contained many technological master pieces. In one way or another, Appollonia could use her experience and knowledge of those things to_ Whoa! In an instant he closed the gap between them. So this is magic? Thought Appollonia as she moved to increase the distance. She continued to fire though no matter where her shots hit on his armor, they didn't seem to accomplish much.

When he was close enough to strike with his sword, she was alarmed by how fast a mountain of a man could move and swing such a menancing piece of weaponry. Were it not for her own physical enhancements, she would have been no match for this being but she too was a Killer. Apple had been killing since before she was an Adept, since she was but a kid she was scheming, murdering, and fighting. Not to mention CQC (Close Quarters Combat) and unarmed combat were her specialty and not because she had mastered a few martial arts in her short life time... Appollonia had photographic reflexes. Just by seeing how someone fought, she could perfectly recreate the moves in the same manner they did.

Appollonia sacrificed the rifle to block one attack and when she saw that her weapon was being sliced in half like a hot knife through butter, she abandoned it and distanced stepped back to gain space. After observing a few more of his attacks, she avoided the sword with ease though now she was down to one last weapon an some explosives. She removed her back pack, the explosives were on her combat skin and wielded the T53C in one hand. The recoil from the weapon would probably make continue fire a nightmare but she had no intent of doing that. This was her modern take on something she had seen in an ancient historical Aschen Manuscript, when the Aschen were contained on one planet and fought using weapons of bronze.

Evading, knowing full well that one strike from that demonic blade would be enough to end her or worse, Appollonia waited for her opponent to thrust and even permitted her defense to appear weak in hopes that he would. If he bought the bait she would activated her Combat Skin's Aegis device, creating a Hardlight shield on her forearm. Apple would forward and to side, the shield would be between her and the sword so he would not merely alternate from a thrust into a horizontal slash and end her rightly. She would then reach around and using the wrist of her right hand, pin his own wrist into her shield to gain control of his sword arm and fire the charged particle rifle into his head. Knowing full well that if he decided to use the weapon on his other arm that she would most likely have to evade or pray that the hardlight shield, her combat skin, and the enhancements made to her body were enough to protect her.

As the Sorcerer had her on the ropes he went in to impale her on his sword looking for a quick and easy kill, however his attack met failure as she activated some sort of shield on her forearm and quickly swerved to the side using the shield to defend what pitiful armor she wore to defend herself from his attacks. She would then pin his wrist that held his sword so she could stop him from simply cutting her apart.

What desperation, naïve people challenging Chaos. It was laughable, like an army of children with toys. Still, her toys proved to preserve her life as she aimed her rifle at his head. Not deciding to stand there to take the full impact of a weapon the man vanished in warpfire as he warped out of her grasp and appeared a few feet away from her.

"Your empire means nothing to the whims of Chaos...The Tides are Chaos are unstoppable...We are timeless...The stars will be reduced to nothingness...Planets will be bathed in eternal war and fire...Your toys will not save you for long..." The Sorcerer taunted as he aimed his sword at her. The very ground cracked under his feet as he was channeling some sort of Psychic magic.

The ground suddenly erupted mere inches away from her, a wave of Warp energy burst fourth from the ground called by the Sorcerer in a show of his Psychic display and an attempt to hit her good with an attack that could damage her armor. But of course he was not letting up with just a Psychic attack, he still had a free hand, and he grabbed the Bolt Pistol hanging from his way with deft hands. Quick and precise, and soon began to fire off rounds at the woman while the eruption of energy was tearing its way through the earth.

He moved without hindrance thanks to that foul magic of his. Apple cursed him and prepared herself, the hardlight aegis flickering off. Upon him pointing his sword at her, she anticipated more melee combat and steeled herself for that but then the ground began to quake. The earth beneath them shuddered in fear, erupting and from it came a wave of that maleficent energy the Chaos Sorcerer before her commanded.

Scarcely she managed to save herself from the full force of that attack, however it still did hit her and the Combat Skin did not bode well because of it. She could feel the electronic components of her armor short circuit. A holographic heads up display flickered confirming her previous assumptions. The biggest of her fears was the Psionic Inhibitors had failed, perhaps from being overloaded by that previous attack.

To make matters still her move to evade left her moving in a predictable pattern, making her an easy target. The first bolter round grazed her head, destroying the communication device and wounding her though slightly. Her response was to return fire, gain space, and seek cover. Reaching cover, she peeked over to continue returning fire but she had dropped something.... Perhaps too fueled by the adrenaline of combat and the thrill caused by this fight, she had overlooked that a Bolter round had hit her right forearm as she moved. The limb lay on the ground not too far from her, accompanied by a trail of blood and her charged particle rifle. The nanites she had been given stopped the bleeding and were well on their way to repair the damaged tissue but this was no replacement for the half of the limb she was missing.

Appollonia cursed and reached for an explosive on her belt, her mind racing to come up with something.

As the woman retaliated fire, a round managed to impact the armored figure, the combination of his Power Armor being resilient to damage along with it infused with warp energies managed to withstand the attack with a mark for her efforts. Still, the damage to him compared to her was almost as plain as day.

Without anything to stop his voice entering her head, she could hear a dark cackling in her head. Almost mocking in tone as he had her on the ropes. "Now this...Is power...The power of Chaos...Your faith to your Empire blinds you to the truth...You deny yourself...You squirm in your weakness and frailty...Yet you want to die here without meaning?...Your death wont end...Your soul will be mines to enslave in death...However..." The voice went quiet as the armored figure stopped his advance to raise a hand into the air.

"It is never late to open your eyes...Embrace your bloodlust...Open your mind and allow the Dark Gods to offer you their gifts...Join us, hear the words of Chaos...From the fires of Betrayal unto the blood of revenge we bring the name of Lorgar, the Bearer of the Word, the favored Son of Chaos, all praise be given to him. From those that would not heed we offer praise to those who do, that they might turn their gaze our way and gift us with the Boon of Pain, to turn the Galaxy red with the blood, and feed the hunger of the Gods." The sorcerer recited a passage from the unholy Book of Lorgar.

He continued to instill into her mind the power of Chaos, to crave it...To allow another to open their eyes to Chaos. "All this power can be yours...I can...Show you your future if you join Chaos, instead of being another slave like the servants of a Corpse God, to do what you wish...No Emperor...No King...Only to bring favor to the Dark Gods and in return they gift you for your devotion...You could become your own ruler, bathe whole planets in hellfire and endless war...To do what you wish...For Chaos feeds on everything you do...Fear...Death...Blood...Ecstasy...Power...All your emotions honor the Dark Gods. No more can you live under the rule of another...Freedom awaits...Open your mind...And let their voices speak to you..." His voice echoed in her mind to tempt her...To corrupt her. True to what he has done, he opens the eyes of the blind.