ONE
Zona Industria 3, Octalis City, Morrion Secundus,
Adrio stood there alone, long since abandoned by his fellow Astartes. He had been left for dead on the cobbles of the plague ridden street. His once gleaming blue armour was now as black as space itself. His bolter lay several feet away from him with an empty magazine as he leapt forward to grab it there was a high pitched laugh from the now ruined Grand Manufactorum. Adrio saw the gretchin and instantly leapt towards it with a pipe in his hand. The gretchin obviously caught sight of him as it looked at the sword in its hand. It let out a squeal loud enough to be heard from the next planet over. As Adrio pummelled the being he noticed an ork mob charging towards him holding crude flamers in their hands. He instantly turned only to see an enormous greenskin walker larger than even a Baneblade blocking his path. He had been trapped by moronic orks!
Adrio held out a hand and hoped for something to happen that would rescue him. For a split second it seemed as though all hope was lost but then an energy bolt extended from his armoured hand and vaporized the walker, as Adrio turned around he saw the ork warriors stood still staring at something now behind him. He now realized now why the walker really got vaporized. It was a Thunderhawk which for some reason looked vaguely familiar. The front plate was embellished with a huge, golden Aquila holding a skull in its claws; the sides bore the chapter markings of the Ultramarines. As it landed the orks finally decided to fire at it. The tiny metal shellsbounced of off the Thunderhawk as if they were made of rubber as the hatch opened.
From within the Chambers of Guilliman's Fist, for that was the name of the Thunderhawk, Tactical Squad Rodriga, otherwise known as the Immortals, all fired their weapons simultaneously at the vile xenos in a hurricane of bullets and flames, obliterating the ork lines. Firing like this would tear the ork lines to shreds in a way even they could comprehend and burn their carcasses, preventing the spores from spreading around the rest of the planet. Adrio stepped into the magnificent chambers of Guilliman's Fist and grabbed a large flamer, too heavy for even an average Astartes to hold, but Adrio was not an average Astartes for he had survived one-hundred years of service and now wore Tactical Dreadnought armour, more commonly known as Terminator armour. He stomped to the commanding officer and requested a briefing. "The orks have stormed all residential and Industrial areas," Brother-Librarian Adorno Rodriga said between firing rounds with his bolt pistol, "we now control just one province and so we are withdrawing all Astartes and ordering an Exterminatus." Adrio instantly began to protest, but Rodriga continued, "The residents have been evacuated by the 425th Cadian Regiment, and have been transported to Riothra Prime to be given a new home. Adrio then sighed in relief. Rodriga then shouted to his squad to return to Guilliman's Fist. The Thunderhawk hurtled into space, mowing down hordes of Ork warriors whilst taking off.