I do not own anything made by games workshop. Accept for a book that i bought and the things that my imagination likes to dream up when im bored.

please forgive my grammar errors. this was written years ago when i was still in highschool and I'm to lazy to go through and fix them.

Deep in the Anargo Sector. An imperial fringe system with 3 planets and one blue sun. The massive Emperor class battle ship 'Laurels of divinity' Drifted silently through space. Its frame lined with massive spires and the sides dotted with massive cannons. The size of a large moon, the laurels of divinity was shadowing a particular grey planet. the planet itself was largely land based and had very small oceans that reached down to the core of the water filled planet. Down bellow the greyish planet lit up for a moment. then the flash ceased. Another flash opened again and ceased as quickly as it came. Admiral Dodana stood on the bridge of the Laurels. She was a stern woman. Her face still holding beauty even though one side was severely burned and had a glowing orange augment, her right eye was a deep violet. She stood at the helm. watching the planet bellow with little amusement. She was Cadian. Why was she here? What made her ever think of becoming an admiral? Every Cadian grew up learning to fight, they learned to field strip a lasrifle before they could even crawl for emperor's sake! But here she was. Aboard one of the biggest ships in the imperial fleet, and stuck on guard duty for a planet of wimps who couldn't take care of themselves. It'd been nearly three days since the Imperium had received news of an invasion of the planet Cielen. Since then the only action Dodana had seen was 12 heretic frigates. 3 of them had been turned to dust in the first birage of lance fire from the laurels. the other 9 were dispatched just as easily as the four dreadnoughts that had followed the Laurels had easily dispatched them. But it was of no use of course. As any caidan knows. The only way to win a war is with infantry. The heretic scum had already landed they're loads onto the planet by the time the laurels had even gotten close. It'd been a day and a half since the first of the troop transports left of the surface. The planet was lost really. Astropaths had detected a massive fleet heading straight to them. it'd be another day or two before they arrived. So evacuation orders were received from segmentum command and with that, every major city on the planet was being emptied. Imperial guardsmen were dispatched to the surface to ensure that the already massive invasion force, wouldn't kill to many. Oh how Dodana wished she could be down there. With a lasgun in her hand once more. shouting orders, or taking orders. She grinned. She could be submissive, hell she liked the bottom. She hated being in command. Especially of a ship where warfare was a tediously slow waltz of blazing guns and annoying reports from monotone servitors. Dodana reached a hand up and stroked the Admiral's sash across her dark red uniform. She imagined that they were the green fatigues of the Cadian 8th. The famous regiment lead by Militant commander Lucas Alexander. Or hell, Even the grey and dark grey camo of the Archaios 42nd Infantry division that had been sent to the surface bellow. They were new. Raw recruits every one of them. Walking beside veteran guardsmen of the 93rd vandolin and even a space marine chapter from the Raven guard. She looked out to the smaller cruiser. it was shaped much differently. Reminiscent of a hammer head but made of ceremite. Its surface painted a matte black with the symbol of a white raven. the colours of the Raven guard. She imagined the hulking astartes aboard there. machines of destruction, each one of them. She sighed and sat down on the command throne. Trying to drown out the reports that were now starting to break through her revere and day dreaming. 'Admiral, we have reports of warp rifts beggining to form outside of the sector line. 'of course they are. were expecting an invasion force in a few days. it only makes sense that they'd send a vanguard. Hell they probably dont even realise what they're up against.' She said simply as she crossed her long legs and clasped her hands beneath her chin. Staring at the void of space intently. 'Line us up with the rifts and prime lance cannons. Any time we can buy the evacuation force, the better.'

Private Sean Devlin gripped his lasrifle tightly in his hand. sweat was dampening his glove and he couldn't help but feel as if he were about to wet himself. Luckily he'd had more control than that. he was an average sized man. You could tell he was a scrawny boy before being thrown into the guard. They'd done they're best to fill him out, and to they're credit they did. But it wasn't anything spectacular. His face was bloody. A small cut above his right eye was bleeding and it was running down the side of his face like a waterfall. The squad had encountered a shriveled up old woman sculking through the street. She was strange and her eyes were buggy. The group hadn't encountered a single hostile since they'd been deployed and all the civilians should have been at the evacuation centers. one of the men. Private Pyle, Sean thought. Went up and tried to see if she was alright. no sooner had he asked than the shriveled woman pull out a crack bomb, laugh like a madman and show her mouth full of long elongated canines and forked tongue, took a huge bite out of Pyle's shoulder and pulled the pin on a krack grenade. The woman and Pyle were vaporized and the squad blown back. Sean couldn't remember what he'd been doing. Just staring at the sky had been enough for him. Then Private Fobox had shown up and hoisted him to his feet. Fobox had been Sean's friend since boot camp. They'd grown up together on Achaios's bad side. Sean had been the son of a guardsmen turned construction worker and took his education and work seriously. Fobox had been less fortunate. He'd been born to a prostitute and was raised in a halfway house. He'd left that and joined the Reds. A local gang. Became the muscle for the gangs leader. Then one day the inquisition decides to show up and bust the gang up for suspicion of heresy. Once no evidence was brought up, fobox was set free and had nowhere else to go. this had been Sean's graduation day and as the Emperor would have it. They both enlisted at the same time. Even bumped into each other and went to a bar the same day together. Since then the bulky man and Sean had been best friends. Sean soon realized that he was injured though after Fobox threw him over what was left of a wall and they'd taken cover. The vision in his eye had gone red and he realized it was because blood was seeping into it. Then the firing started. From the sound of it, auto gun fire. The loud booming of the old fashioned weapons was distinct and the ping it made against the wall wasn't helping things. Sean felt his flak vest and hoped to the Emperor it would be able to stop a bullet. The image of pyle flashed into his mind again. The image of a huge section of a man's shoulder being cookie cuttered out and blood erupting like a guiser. Sean vomited. He aimed his head to the side and managed not to get any on himself. Fobox placed a hand on his shoulder 'remember your training' he said. 'get up and shoot something!' Fobox said and Sean nodded. He rose up and leveled his lasrifle against the wall. he could hear his sergeant shouting orders to return fire. 'Where are they?' he asked. Every time he thought he'd found someone, they would disappear. 'There!' Fobox said and fired his rifle in that direction. The blue beam sent a spray of red into the air and left a scream drifting to they're ears even through the ring the krak grenade had left in his ears. 'nice shot!' Sean exclaimed. Fobox was a terrible shot. The fact that he got someone was surprising. He was large and kind of dull witted. More suited to up close and personal fights. Hell Sean imagined what it'd be like if the sergeant gave him his chainsword. This fight might be over already. Sean leveled his rifle again and found a head. He pulled the trigger and watched as the head burst. He felt like vomiting again. he'd done it. He'd killed someone. He fired again. self preservation. hate yourself later, he told himself. Then there was a loud boom and the sky was lit a bright orange. Sean looked up and saw fire lighting up the sky. He didn't know what that was. but he had a guess. something told him that the Laurels had just fired its cannons. Then there was a pressure in his ears. 'what is that?' He cried out as the pressure built and his ears popped and left a metallic taste in his mouth. 'stay down!' The sergeant bellowed from across the course way, behind a concrete And Sean and Fobox both dropped into a sitting position. There was a loud roar and Sean watched as 5 Leman Russ tanks barreled past them. They were green and brown with 85 painted on them along with names and different symbols. it was the vandolin armoured. apparently the fighting had started. The metallic taste remained however. 'Stay down privates' the sergeant yelled again, this time his voice was far more desperate. Suddenly booming and eruptions sounded in the distance. Sean felt a swell of pride. knowing that those booms were the Russes. and then the sound of heavy bolter fire as the side mounts on the tanks erupted and began to spit death. It was the first time he'd ever heard that sound outside of the vids. But it was the same. it made the ground shake when the cannons fired. 'the green feet okay?' shouted someone from a distance. 'Looks like it' someone replied. Sean looked over the wall and saw the russes rumbling off into the distance, one vehicle remained though. it was a chimera transport. he didn't notice it rolling in. two men in vandolin uniforms stood at the bottom of the ramp 'get up greenies. we got places to take you' Said one of the men. 'turns out the invasions started early and the heretic scum are making a push. Were to take you to the west hab to meet up with Commander Santos.' The man announced. 'You heard him move up' the sergeant announced and they all rose and piled onto the chimera. The vehicle started to rock as it took off While the guardsmen were still piling in. some were thrown flat but Sean managed to find a seat and Fobox soon did too. 'I hate these things' Fobox said with a sour look on his face. he got motion sickness really easily. 'Quiet private!' the sergeant yelled shooting the two friends a look.

The chimera had been rolling for nearly ten minutes when it happened. something smashed into the side of the chimera and sent the vehical tumbling. The two vandolin and one of the 9 guardsmen left in they're squad were dead Everyone else was just winded. 'check out what in the Emperor's holy fething throne did that' The sergeant said pointing to Sean. Sean's heart began to throb in his ear. He really didnt want to know. But he did as he was told and with the help of Fobox and another guardsmen named poal. They forced the ramp open wide enough for a man to fit through. Sean slipped out and looked around. They were still in the city. The sound of gunfire was close. The loud crack of lasfire was closer. There were screams and the boom of tanks. Sean turned and looked to see what'd flipped the chimera. It was a Leman Russ. Sean's eyes widened. There were no scorch marks. No Burns or anything. What could have done that? Then there was an audible bellow and the loud crash of heavy footfalls. Sean ducked behind the Chimera, gripping his lasgun tightly in his fist. The metalic taste in his mouth was back. Fobox was crawling out just as a cloven hoof the size of a small car smashed out from behind a building. 'Fobox!' Sean hissed and motioned. The big man looked at him but it was to late. Sean grabbed his wrist and took off. Turning in time to see the most horrifying thing he'd seen in his entire life. Large fangs, Grinning maw, red flesh and long black dreadlocks. The face was oddly horse shaped. It was nearly six times as tall as he was. And no sooner had he begun running with Fobox, Had it raised a massive ax and cleaved the chimera's remains in two. Sean didn't look back. The screams were enough to tell him that the others were gone. Sean's heart hurt. like it'd been smashing against his rib cage... oh wait. Then the metallic taste got even fiercer as a brownish haze came over the block. Sean kept running. 'we left them.' Fobox said. Sean could feel the resentment in the man's voice. 'Sean we shouldn't have done that'. Sean shook his head. 'we'd have died too' he said in a hushed tone. they were still running. Then there was a loud bellow before either could get another word out. the creature had followed them. 'Shit!' Sean cried. 'Emperor's on earth!' Fobox joined and they started running faster. Suddenly shapes began to come from the haze. They were hunched and some leaned on staffs. They're robes touched the ground and all looked highly malnourished. As Sean and Fobox closed on them, they began to see more detail. They wore collars and chains trailed behind them. They passed the two guardsmen without a second look and the chains ended in a large ball which sean knew was probably an explosive. 'psykers' Fobox said shakily. It was the most fear that sean had ever heard from him in they're entire friendship. The metalic taste grew. to the point that sean spat just to be sure he wasn't sucking on steel. Then the psykers vanished into the miasma and there was a purple flash. Sean's eyes widened in fear and he began running again. This time to the side and he dove into a building. He hunched against a wall and clutched his lasrifle. more for comfort. knowing that if that creature managed to win the las bolts would just piss it off. Then he realized something was wrong. Fobox wasn't there. He rose and looked out the window. Nothing. But the haze was thicker now. The purple flashes were bright but fading. Sean huddled down. Feeling very alone. He didn't want to leave. not yet. Not while that thing was still out there. It was pathetic, but he was afraid. He wasn't trained to fight a creature that stood taller than an astartes. Morning turned to night and Sean found his eyes heavy. The wound on his head hadn't stopped bleeding. He thought it had something to do with the psykers. It was unusually cold. he was shivering, once again the psykers. They're powers were messing with the fabric of the area. Sean could see his own breath when he exhaled. This was supposed to be a blazing heatwave for this season. So why wouldn't it be the psykers fault for his head? it made sense after all. He'd long ago tore a piece of cloth from the tunic of a dead guardsmen and used it as a wrap for his head. He heard breathing. heavy breathing and shouts. then gun fire and what sounded like 'for the emperor!' he didn't want to see. the cries turned to screams and then turned to explosions. somewhere in the madness. Private Sean Devlin of the 42nd Archaios infantry, lost consciousness.