The Caer Aenach Chronicle
Part 1
Please note that any references to Games Workshop material are purely fictional in intent.
Chaplain Kasparros of the Blood Templars 3rd company surveyed his bloody handiwork. The Marines of the Imperator Company did their job well. Cultist corpses littered the ground all around him, and all through the desolate, remote hill-bunkers the Imperators had been assigned to wipe out. The dead bodies were decorated with obscene symbols, the foulest and most common of which, the eight-sided star of Chaos, could be found on every body. The cultists had infested the countryside near the city of Machinko 2. Praise be to the Emperor that they had not begun to make incursions upon the city itself. Suddenly, Kasparros heard laspistol fire over the nearby ridge, and ran towards it. A small group of cultists had emerged from a nearby bunker and began firing on a squad of scouts. The towering Chaplain was not worried about the cultists, the scouts could handle those. He was worried about the seven foot tall blood soaked creature that led them: a Traitor Marine. That one could butcher the squad of scouts by himself as easily as a hot knife cut through butter. Kasparros ran to a higher spot on the hill. He pulled out his great mace, the Crozius Arcanum. The head shone gold in the sunlight, the handle made from black leather, with bone fragments from the Primarch, Galon Carnagius, imbedded in the handle. Kasparros tensed his legs and launched himself high above the Traitor Marine, gripping the mace tightly with both hands. As he came down, he began to swing the Crozius Arcanum in a downward arc, so as to put further damage into his swing.
Farseer Mikkairus of the Mi'Hael craftworld surveyed the large planet his fleet, headed by the Void Stalker Eldanesh's Fury, now orbited . "So this is the lost Exodus world the humans call 'Caer Aenach'." The elegant psyker turned from the viewport. "Warlock Jenro-Kai, when will the first transports be ready?" The Warlock at a nearby console turned to face him. "The transport will be fully loaded, with Bonesingers on board, in no more than half a human day. I shall notify you when they are ready to launch." "Good," Mikkairus said. "Good."