The XIII Black Crusade

[Commander7890]

Will waited impatiently inside of the drop pod, they were accelerating rapidly and he could already taste the blood shed that was about to happen.
"Ten seconds." Came the voice of the servitor that controlled the drop-pod.
"Be ready brothers! Today we kill Horus and show our worth to the mighty father and the emperor!" Came the voice of the chaplain, letting the members of the death company live in their visions. There was an abrupt *THUD* and the feeling of motion stopped, the drop pod doors opened to reveal the carnage of the forces of chaos, blood was sprayed in all directions from landing on multiple cultists. There were still hordes of survivors though, and they screamed and charged the space marines. In Will's eyes, however, he saw the horrid images of Horus, and as he slew Sanguinis. Will roared out in rage and charged forward. A swarm of cultists charged as well, and he swung his power sword, feeling the electrified blade slash through the bodies of the betrayers, bone breaking and blood spraying, his armor soaked in the gore of the unlucky traitors.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!" He screamed out, he charged what looked to be Horus in his eyes, but was in reality the champion of chaos that was in charge of the massive swarms of cultists. Around him were five chaos marine bodyguards. Will charged forward, firing his bolt pistol, three rounds struck the helmet of the nearest traitor marine, which punctured through and turned his brains into one big mess inside of the helmet. He fired at the next, the pinging off the armor, one shot pierced the leg armor and made the traitor go down to a knee. Will closed the distance and swung his power sword, severing the marine's head. The last three opened fire with their bolters, the shots pinging off Will's armor, he fired his bolt pistol again, gaining another head shot and than followed by a series of clicks, no more ammo. Will threw his sword at the farthest marine, impaling it through the head and charged the last marine. The traitor got one shot off, which, at the close range, punched through the chest plate of his armor, He felt the shrapnel from the explosive round tear into his flesh, but he didn't stop. He swung his hand and backhanded the Bolter, knocking it away. The traitor did a small jump back and drew his sword, he swung and Will deflected the blow with his gauntlet, and swung a hard punch to the marine's abdomen. the powerful blow knocked the breath out of the traitor and Will grabbed the horns of the chaos marine's helmet, ripping it off and than grabbing his head and face. He roared loudly and squeezed hard, the head smashed like a watermelon under his grasp.
Will than turned to face the champion, who chuckled and gave a slight clap. "Oh very good, space marine." The champion said in a low noble voice, "I will keep your head as a trophy to remember just how weak you corpse worshipping fools really are."
"Be silent, traitor! I shall rip you limb by limb for the pain you have dealt to the primarch! You shall NOT reach the Emperor!"
With that he charged. The champion drew his own power sword out and took a defensive stance, as Will charged he made a downward slash, will caught the blade with his armored hand and snarled in defiance. the champion drew his sword back and grinned. Foolish marine, you can't beat me, give up now while you still have a chance, and i'll make sure your death is swift."
Will didn't bother responding, he drew his combat knife and charged once again, parrying a blow from the champion and than an attempted stab, the champion side-stepped and pushed his arm away, spinning Will around. The champion chuckled softly and took a step forward, "You should rejoice, space marine, today is the day that your worship to the false corpse emperor ends."
He gave a snicker but than stopped as there was a loud battle cry from behind him,
"FOR THE EMPEROR!" It yelled, the champion turned just in time to see a death company marine, clad in terminator armor, jumped into the air and smashed a power maul down onto the champion's head, which exploded in a shower of brain and blood and bone. The body went limp and dropped to its knees, and than fell to the ground alltogether.
The terminator roared out in glory and ran off, pummeling down chaos marines and cultists alike. Will looked down at the body, it seemed to change shape until it looked not like horus, but of what it really was, "What? What sorcery is this?!? This is not Horus!" He roared out in rage and ran off into the battle, thinking he'd been tricked and continued carving his way through the ranks of cultists and chaos marines.

[Klas]

Dir'nir was blasted down into a crater by the unexpected terminators. The charging Heroes of Caida had surprised him.


His company of Terminators responded violently
but dissappearing in a outnumbering force and blasted to bits!
Hundreds of Imperial Guardsmen and a bunc of fine terminators
where instantly destoyed as D'nirs guards where destroyed
and some cursed welp of a space marine distracted him.
Being a Terminator and Chaos Lord, he was not that fast to die.
His Terminator armour cracked open just enough to expose his chimeric bones.
Most of his face was carved off leaving only his right eye intact.
His scull was more than visible while his lips and ears fell off.
He could sense his place in the afterlife, Slanesh eternal torture.
He threw a handful of stones at the chaplain and tried to regain fighting capacity.
Like some sitting duck he raised to his feet's as bullets continuously suppressed him.

A predator crashed down together with a street of Lost and the Damned.
At least it it cost as many lives of the Imperium.
Dinirs guardsmen routed from collapsing Bunkers.
Disorienting fire and sounds where everywhere.
Everything was red in his eyes and a constant daze keep him off balance.
D'nir had wasted his troops and overexpanded his battle zone in his arrogant bid for Gargossya.
D'nir raised his weapon fell from the power of his shoot.
The body hit the bottom of one of the many hole the city was decorated with
and in his place raised a bloodthirster!


The Terminator Lord Morkar watched over from the leveled houses.
He was in charge now.

[Commander7890]

Will roared in rage and blood lust, carving through wads of cultists and traitor marines alike. Large movement caught his eye and he saw two chaos terminators charge towards him, one carrying a power sword and the other had a power fist, neither had storm bolters, more than likely out of ammunition from the raging battle. The one with the power sword swung vertically downwards at Will.

The death company marine quickly raised his power sword and blocked the blow, kicking forward and pushing the terminator away just in time to jump back, avoiding a powerful strike from the other traitor's power fist. Will, having left his bolt-pistol at the area where he killed the champion, gripped his power sword with two hands, and made a large swipe, the power fisted terminator ducked, but the other was not as lucky, blocking with his sword but in the process getting it knocked out of his hands. Before either terminator could respond, Will brought his blade back, cutting the now unarmed traitor marine's head clean off, a spray of blood following the removed head.

But Will didn't have time to recover, the traitor terminator swinging his power fist and getting a brutal hit to his chest, sending the black armored veteren sergeant flying backwards. Will felt the agonizing pain and coughed up some blood, the taste energized him, its pure taste reminding him of who he was, he was a blood angel, and he would kill any traitor that got in his way from killing Horus.

Will rolled into a standing position again, taking a defensive position as the terminator charged again and swung his power fist. Will was prepared this time, and avoided the blow, his electrified blade moved quickly, cutting off the terminator's arm at the vulnerable joint in one quick strike. The traitor made a howling scream and reeled back. Will didn't pause, he charged forward and stabbed his power sword through his opponent's stomach, piercing and electrifying internal organs. The traitor convulsed in pain, body twitching uncontrollably before finally collapsing to its knees. Will yanked his blade back out of the terminator and the corpse slumped backwards on its back.

Will roared out in victory and than noticed something rise up, one of the dreaded blood thirsters that the forces of chaos were known for using. (Wait, would a follower of slaanesh be able to summon blood thirsters? I thought that was for Khorne's followers.) He was immediately filled with even more rage, seeing the images of when the primarch was defeated by Ka'Bandha and he charged towards the direction of the blood thirster, he wanted to kill it, he wanted to cleave its head straight off...

[lone world]

Ritzik's men had the enemy on the turn now with a mixture of kicking, punching, stabbing , hacking and shooting the enemy were starting to be pushed by the shear brutality of the 110th charge, "come on they won't stand men!, forward" the troop trucks he had turned into mobile weapons platforms gunned there over compensated engines as Ritzik and the rest of his men charged forward again letting out a fusillade of las, bolt, auto and other munitions.

They had stood they had been told that there blasphemous god were with them and they were scared of them far more than Ritzik and his men out for blood. The combat was fierce and Ritzik a one point saw he had underestimated there strength and was about to be overwhelmed but then came the decedent of angels and the black clad space marines showed more fury then any of Ritzik's men could achieve. Ritzik took the first line of defense with more casualties then he had planned but still he had enough to secure the Line. coupled with the timely arrival of blood angels support gave him a much needed lapse he had used the angels attack and the stunned cultists seeing there champion cut down so easily by one marine sowed the seed of doubt and the force of the attack like a heavy rain storm in the Southern kasr's faded away, "hold position be ready for a counter attack" the men started to find cover and got ready for the tide of chaos that they thought would come.

[Commander7890]

Blood, he wanted blood. He wanted death for the traitors. A swing of a blade, a chaos marine's head rolled off its shoulders. A downward vertical strike and cultist cuts clean in half. Death is what he lived for now, he knew it, it is the fate of all who succumb to the black rage, to the red thirst. Will roared out in rage, a group of cultists charging at him, slowing him down, the blood thirster moving out of his sight. He swung his power sword and one's chest shot forth a fountain of blood, he could smell its putrid scent, tainted beyond imagination. One of the cultists swung a blade at him. Will deflected the blow with his gauntlet stabbed forward with his sword, impaling the Cultist.

The frail being screamed in pain and Will pulled his sword back, the body collapsing to the ground. Some of the cultists jumped forward, grabbing at his arms and legs. Will didn't stop, he swung his sword again and two more cultist heads went flying into the air. He roared and kicked forward, sending the cultist on that leg flying forward ten feet. He raised his now freed leg and stomped down on the legs of the cultist on the other side. The small human screamed out as his bones were pulverized. "Scum!" Will shouted and pushed his leg forward and stepping down, smashing the man's chest inwards as well as the precious organs inside. Now only one cultist remained trying to grab him, on his sword arm. Will reached over and grabbed the man's head and threw him forward. The cultist stumbled a bit and than smacked into the other that Will had thrown off, knocking them both to the ground. They scurried back up and than stared at Will, than each other, they turned and ran, screaming battle cries. They didn't want to die against the blood angel, they'd rather fight against the weaker guardsmen.

Will howled, forgetting about the blood thirster now. He looked back, seeing the guardsmen setting up a perimeter. "Cowards! Charge! Fight! Kill the heretics that lay in front of you!" The black rage clouding over his more tactical mind, he couldn't quiet understand the firing line, he thought that they should charge outright in a flash of glory.

[Klas]

Streets below smoking citadel, between red razed and empty wall.
Stomping!
Stones and remains stood up everywhere.

Much of the city had been destroyed by the bombings
and so many of the dead Lords warriors where spread out around the planet.

But he Extreme Chaos still Marines stomped around on the resting bodied of the Emperium.
There where six of them, cleaning a street of human Imperial soldiers.

Tanks where easily destroyed in melee and they where little resistance.
Commander looking at sky. It doesnt rain anymore.

The leader was a twisted angel of living metal
on his black markings on his purple armor.
His wings black and covered with spikes and his helmet golden.

A soldier with ritual marks ran up towards them.
Halt! Identify yourselves!
I am Morkar you idiot, Lord Morkar!
And Lord D'Nir is he!

He is destroyed.Now we destroy their leaders.
How many are we?

Only 13th regiments of "Legion and the Damned" Guardmen
Hole Regiments where lost to the Imperial
And billions mutants and demons!

and--- Angels Of Exstacy Marine.

Only the The Nine Circles have reported to be alive and ..victorious!. They are in the Sacreligium Ascendi bunker-pit.
Only the Ninth ?, what about The Dire Lion Kings, The High Darkess, Heaven Bloods, The Seven Horns? or Black Eagles and Owls of Doom.
...but they are victorious Lord!
Victorious at what and where?
Are all the nine squads alive?
I don't know sir.

Were where hundreds when we got here. How many space marine armies are even more than a handfull of squad?
And now.. how far have we fallen?

The ritual marked soldier- This crusade isnt what Slaneshs bliss, it is Slanesh curse !
He is cursing us for our sin. We must repent with victory!

Be brave soldier- If this is a curse of a blessing. We can still decide!
We are his Angels and have not yet fallen!

We shall seek out the nine and collect them before the Imperium do so.
And if we collect all the nine squads we can summon the Deamon Princes.


Demonic flames licks the sky and demons appear everywhere.