You may have heard of Cadia... The Imperium's grandest colony and strongest Fortress world, save for Holy Terra itself...
And how its might came to be tested... by the 14th Black Crusade of Abbaddon the Despoiler...
What I am about to tell you, this story... It stems from my memories of our fight against the Chaos Warmaster and his Traitor Legion...
And of the Evacuation of Cadia, as me and my people... My Regiment... Saw it.
I am Lieutenant Adrian Telos, First Cadian Regiment of Youth, the 'Children of the Storm', the youngest regiment to ever see combat, on our very own home soil.
I was barely out of officer school and assigned to lead this child platoon through its last months of training... Funny I should say 'child'... For a fact, I, myself, was a mere 17-year-old as these events unfolded and I was forced into command of an unfit regiment, with under-equipped, under-aged soldiers, ranging from 10 years to the age of 16, just a year below my own life... I came to lead these soldiers and weep for them as they fell, wield my blade with rage as the Chaos scum that poured out of the Eye of Terror took their lives... And as I was left with nothing short of 500 souls to command, one fourth of our original strength, we were at the forefront of evacuating our mothers and aging grandfathers, those who could not fight and were honorably discharged...
Make no mistake... This is not a story of heroism. It is a story of strife, self-sacrifice and loss... And one of friendship, of revival and of REBIRTH as we transcended to a new world after our fights, where even more enemies awaited for us, as vile as the stain of Chaos... Or maybe one and the same? It was a strange place eitherway, uncharted, unknown... But one hell of a fight.
The Emperor Protects...
Play OST:Attack on Titan-Guren no Yumiya(English cover)
Cadia. Segmentum Obscurus, Cadian Sector, Cadian System. Hive City 12.
"FIRE!" Cried the voice of a young Lieutenant as he brought his power sword down.
A cannonade of Bolters, Cannons and Las-guns echoed through the streets of the city. Angry crimson beams of superheated light and plasma tore through the skin and thin armor plating of Chaos Cultists of the Chaos Undivided. Behind them, dozens of Chaos Marines rushed ahead, wielding their Chainswords with hatred as they rushed toward the Cadians. The First Youth Regiment held the line alone in Hive City 12, with no hope of reinforcements and hundreds of civilians still left within the city. With them were adults who have chosen not to register as soldiers(The very few) and those that had somehow lived through their campaigns and managed to come home, to Cadia, for a short leave.
Hell of a Welcoming party, many could say...
"HOLD THE LINE, BOYS AND GIRLS!" Cried the Lieutenant, the youthful Adrian Telos, a boy with a near-shaved head, blonde hair and violet eyes, as he aimed his Las-pistol toward a traitor. He pulled the trigger and the beam of energy made the Chaos Cultist's pale, rotten skin bubble and burn. The creature's head exploded as its corpse fell, but a stumpy, smoking neck in the place of its head. You could no longer consider anyone who allied with the Chaos human. They were all vermin, traitors and daemons... Just the creatures these children were taught to kill.
Telos watched as a Berserker of Khorne's rushed one of the children in his unit, but a 14-year-old girl, his chain-axe revved and screeching as he raised it, firing from his bolt pistol. The girl crouched, braced and brought the bayonet of her rifle up as she continued firing, screaming in pure fear, or hatred, or both. The Lieutenant watched as the midsection of the Chaos Marine Berserker's armor was being heated by shot after shot. But to no avail, as the girl still had to use her bayonet. She stood up, cried a mighty battle cry, half-fear, half anger, then sent her bayonet through one of the thinnest cracks possible in the monster's armor. Blood spurted out as she pushed it, impaling the bastard deeper and deeper. He brought his Chain Axe down, ready to strike the girl and cut her in half, before his helmet boiled away and his head exploded.
Adrian looked up, to the sight of one of his marksmen, her mask and goggles covering her face, her helmet on her head and her eyes peering down the scope of her Long Las. He nodded to her, then watched as the last Civilians that were unable to fight were sent inside. The boy smiled, sighed, then nodded and yelled "HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER!" to his comrades as he drew his sword. The chaos bastards were finally close enough for him to start using his melee attacks. The boy jumped out from among the lines and brought his sword down, electrifying a Cultist and bisecting him. He snapped his Las Pistol back and shot twice. An enemy's head parboiled, then vanished, a crimson mist.
Two others joined him, slashing two other Cultists with their bayonets. The two soldiers ganged up on another Chaos Marine as bolter fire flew all around them and managed to stab him enough times to make him stop and consider them a threat. He took one by the shoulder, threw him to the ground, then brought his power armor's boot down onto the boy's chest, breaking his armor, ribs and collapsing his lungs. Blood foamed at his mouth as he struggled for to seconds, attempting to breathe, then fell dead, not another twitch.
The second Cadian, seeing his friend fall like that, decided it was best to, while his Lasgun was still in the bastard's armor, open fire. He powered up the weapon's supercharge, then opened fire. One, two, three shots had already melted partially through the plating his bayonet was lunged in. Two more good shots tore through meat and skin already. The Chaos Soldier ignored the pain, placing his Bolt pistol by the boy's stomach and pressing the trigger. Hellfire tore through his body and he got blown away, his body falling to the ground, limp.
Adrian had just witnessed two of his own get murdered by the very same Chaos Marine... No way he was gonna let that pass... The boy brandished his Power Sword, which flashed blue with purging lightning, then drew his Las Pistol and fired at the exposed skin of the creature, then, as he closed in, he sliced across its belly, gutting it, then poured the last remaining rounds of his Las clip into it. It finally died after the 30th shot, its armor thumping loudly on the ground. The boy looked back and up into the blue sky of Cadia, which was now turning crimson. The last two evacuation shuttles had left this city... This left them without a way out.
He sighed and, with a heavy heart, ran back to the confines of his Regiment's defenses, then called "FIRST YOUTH! I AM CALLING A TACTICAL EVACUATION OF HIVE CITY 12, NOW! ALL CIVILIANS HAVE LEFT THE AREA AND I AM NOT LOSING MY FIRST COMMAND AND MY LIFE HERE! We held the line! It is time we move!"
"AYE AYE!" Cried the regimental soldiers. The Lieutenant immediately nodded to them, then said "ECHELON-BASED ADVANCE! TWO AND THREE MOVE FIRST WITH ONE PROVIDING COVER! THEN WE SWITCH TO TWO AND FINALLY, TO THREE! GET YOUR ASSES MOVING, NOW!" And the boy's Las-Pistol screamed in unison with the First Echelon's units, cutting through a Khorne Berserker's in a focused fire pattern, melting through the Daemonically-possessed man's armor within minutes and then boiling skin, bone and blood away, making the thing fall dead, but alas, 3 more joined in...
A shrill scream from behind them and a sword through the backs of their helmets and heads later, four Eldar Banshees jumped over the 3 enemy units and fired their Shuriken launchers at them. Telos growled, then said "WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR, WITCHES?!" as he cut another cultist's throat using his sword. The four, clad in white-green armors, didn't answer until after one of them had to reload her Shuriken Launcher pistol. She took her mask off, revealing the face of a beautiful woman, then said "We are here by orders! Our Fleets have been fighting with yours for long enough that our leaders brokered a truce! We are taking this one step further:" And she paused, decapitating three Cultists "We're helping you evacuate your doomed Fortress World!"
"Alas, a little too late, Eldar!" Said one of the soldiers, firing her Las Rifle. She ran toward them and said "All our Civilians are off of the planet!"
"But you are not!" The Eldar woman answered calmly, raising her pistol and firing by the Guard Girl's ear, this killing another cultist. She looked the girl in her violet eyes, then said "Lest you want to die here, without worth, I would suggest you allow us to help."
"Xenos scum..." Growled the woman, stepping up face-to-face with the Eldar Banshee and glaring daggers at her "A true Guardsman would willingly die for the Emperor, much more, to evacuate their own!" And she looked to Telos "Tell her, Lieutenant! Tell here we do not require their help!" to which the man placed a hand on her shoulder, then said "An old human saying goes something like this, Clara, 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth'! If the Eldar actually desire to uphold their truce, let them die in our stead! I am not losing another one of you, you hear me!?"
The rifle girl growled, then looked to the Eldar girl and nodded "Dare aim your weapon at our comrades, Xenos..."
"You'll be the first I kill if it comes to that, Cadian." The witch answered, setting her mask back on her face. "Now, SHALL WE?"
The soldier smirked, cocked her Las Gun, then said "If we are to work together and not kill each other, the least I can do is outclass you in combat, Witch! Bring it on!" And she raised her rifle, aiming it toward the first Cultist in range, and fired, splattering his brains against the armor of a Chaos Assault Marine. The bastard traversed his heavy bolter toward the girl, before the Eldar Banshee rushed him and struck him down, by cutting his head off. Clara growled "Showoff" and rushed ahead. Adrian sighed, then said "Whatever..." As he raised his pistol and fired. The second and third echelons were inside, so he nodded and waved the first back in on the entry to the underground tunnels.
Within minutes, the whole First Echelon had retreated back inside the building, the Spire's Administratum building, and shut the door, barricading it with whatever they found. The massive hall allowed them enough room to move about and settle down, with the four Eldar removing their helmets and finding their own secluded corner to rest within. Telos sighed as he formed a council of 12 officers, to figure out what to do.
"The enemy forces amount to sixty times our strength, Lieutenant Telos." Said Sergeant Markath, crossing his arms. "We cannot hold out for much longer."
"This Administratum building should have a Teleportarium, should it not? Why not use that?" Asked a fellow Sergeant and squad commander, Koris.
"Are you insane, Sergeant?" Telos asked, crossing his arms. "Utilizing a Teleportarium without a good set of coordinates could lead us to be stranded in space, dead due to lack of Oxygen."
A corporal walked on-deck, saluted, then said "Sirs. The Techpriests have begun work on arranging the Teleportarium's coordinates, but await input from us. We've a set of communication relays here too, alongside cogitator interfaces, powerful enough to reach the ships in low orbit, those currently hammering the Chaos warband's vessels. Perhaps Lieutenant Telos should send a message? Ask the fleet not to leave us here."
Koris scratched his chin, then nodded and said "Perhaps, sir? Have a ship be stationary, under defense, while we and our equipment are hoisted out?" glancing toward Telos hopefully. The Lieutenant straightened himself up and glanced between his executive officers. He sighed, nodded and said "It perhaps is our only hope. Throne..." He took his canteen out, took the cap off and downed a swig of water.
"Hell of a choice to make, El-Tee." Markath hummed, scratching his chin. "Die down here or up there."
"Sirs, with all due respect, I say we take it." Clara chimed in, walking up to the meeting table. Markath looked to her, then scowled and responded angrily "Nobody asked you, trooper."
"I know, sir. But believe me... I want to get off this planet... Despite how much I fucking hate saying this, Cadia is lost. We either pull out now and survive to fight another day, perhaps AVENGE our Mother World by taking hundreds more of these Chaos bastards back to their 'GODS'..." She paused, staring at all of them "Or die here and now... Taking a few dozen with us... And perhaps losing more than just Cadia."
Koris gazed toward the girl, then nodded and said "Only in death does our duty end... But our duty is to defend humanity and Holy Terra itself." He then looked upon Telos, then spoke calmly "If it ended with us on our falling planet, we'd be lost to time. And with all due respect, sir, I prefer to be remembered as a man who fought outside of his homeworld in hope of exterminating Chaos... Consider my opinion as the Trooper's."
"I see..." Telos sighed, weighing in his options as he leaned on the table... He shook his head, thinking bitterly... Lose his entire command and himself for a doomed planet, be it their own... Or live to fight and murder every chaos fuck that was on this world to begin with later on... He decided. His gaze stern, strong and without folly or fear, he looked up "Get me a Vox and a cogitator console. Have a Techpriest link us to the closest ship to our location. FIRST YOUTH, WE'RE TO EVACUATE FULLY AND RETREAT TO THE NAVY'S RALLY POINT WITH THE SHIPS! STAND YOUR GROUND AND DEFEND THIS BUILDING TO THE LAST LAS PACK! Koris, you're going to speak to the Navy about possible positioning of a ship near by us. Alright, lads! Let's get to it!"
"YESSIR!" Chanted the Whiteshields, hauling their las-rifles and equipment to any defensible position they could find. Telos looked toward Markath, then asked "What of our vehicles? We had ten Leman Russes with us, as well as a single Stormblade Arkurian plasma destroyer and five Chimera transports, didn't we?"
"I'm still wondering why in the Emperor's name they would assign A PLASMA TANK DESTROYER to our units... Not that I'm complaining, sir." Markath smirked, then nodded and said "Aye. All Leman Russes and the Stormblade Arkurian are accounted for, same for the Chimeras, already prepared for transport. The Teleportarium modifications made by the Techpriests will allow the vehicles to move at once with us."
"Perfect. By the way... The Stormblade fell back because?" Clara inquired, looking at Markath. The man sighed, then said "It took a couple of hits. Required maintenance." making the young Clara sigh deeply, then nod and walk away. Sergeant Markath watched the woman step away, back to her team, her rifle leaned against her shoulder and sighed disapprovingly. Feeling a hand placed on his shoulder, he cocked his head back to see the Lieutenant staring at him. Adrian retracted his hand, then said "Let her be for once, Markath. She ain't done anything bad."
Markath sighed, then shot back promptly, but calmly "Disobedient of orders, gung-ho even more than your usual youngster, always breaks her bayonet or some other piece of gear, forcing the Techpriests to work on it and she is a very lazy girl. I wouldn't call those offenses 'nothing bad', Lieutenant."
"By the Throne, man... You should've applied as a Commissar Cadet." Adrian quipped, smiling at his old friend. Markath sighed, then responded wearily "Perhaps then I could shoot that woman for insubordination. Boy, would that make my life easier." to which the Lieutenant laughed, then hit him over the shoulder in a friendly manner and walked back toward the units setting up defenses. The boy saw the regiment's finest marksman drop down from the top of the tower and remove her rebreather, goggles and helmet to show the face of a beautiful, blonde young maiden, with bright blue eyes. She walked toward the Lieutenant, saluted and said bluntly "Sir."
"Marina. How'd the hunt go?" The LT asked calmly, to which the girl responded "38 Cultists killed. 3 Chaos Space Marine berserkers as well."
"Productive day, then." Adrian nodded to her, smiling. The girl responded with a simple tilt of her head, saluted and said "I will join the others... You should head and talk to Techpriest Illuminate." And with that, she walked away to join the defensive forces. Adrian sighed, then proceeded to walk through the building, toward a smaller altar-like item in the middle, surrounded by three Techpriests... Of which one bore the markings of Mars. Illuminate.
"Ah, Lieutenant." The Techpriest from Mars said in a partially robotized voice as he swiveled about, his strange ax in hand and his mechandrites raising. The man had a mask over his face, from which multiple pipes and wires ran, connecting to other parts of his body, under his strange cape/robe and hood and behind the cape, his eyes were shining burning orange. "It is good to see you've chosen to visit us, finally."
"How goes the adjustments to the Teleportarium? It won't turn us to mush or vent us out into space, will it?" Adrian glared at the Adeptus Mechanicus members. Illuminate shook his head and responded calmly "No. We've adjusted for such... Possibilities, for all of us and our vehicles. But the power drain is going to... It's going to be a problem. It may burn out this Teleportarium's circuitry and kill whatever Machine Spirit is inside it..."
"It's our only way off the planet, what with the navy fighting above us unable to deploy evacuation Valkyries." Adrian responded, almost absentminded. Illuminate nodded, then said "Yes, yes... We're aware. Have you contacted our fleet about the possibility of a stationary ship? We need VERY accurate coordinates."
"I've got Koris working on it." The man said, readying his weapon... Hearing the clashing of boots and stone, he looked back to see Koris, with a smile on his face as he skidded to a halt in front of him. Snapping a salute, the Sergeant promptly reported "The vessel Redeemer of Faith is awaiting at given coordinates. Locked on VOX Channel five-three, Auspex coordinates sent to the Techpriests' gear."
"And it has been received fully." The Techpriest jovially reported, nodding to them... "Give us three more minutes to set up the link to the ship's Teleportarium and we shall be off this planet!"
The thundering sound of doors being hammered by battering rams sounded off, as well as the cries of thousands of Chaos fiends outside. Adrian gasped, drew his las pistol and sword and said "You have one, Techpriest! Make it count!" And he rushed out, placing a whistle in his mouth as he ran through the hall. He blew the whistle, letting a shrill screech sound off as all troops jumped to their feet and quickly readied their equipment. The Banshees of the Eldar soon jumped to their feet, unsheathed their swords and rushed to join the defenders.
Telos loaded up his pistol, power sword and Vox com and looked ahead at his men, setting up the Autocannons and Bolter Guns, aimed toward the surrounding doors. He watched his Sergeants settle into cover beside their troops, then planted the sword into the floor in front of him and saw them all swivel about, looking toward him. The young Lieutenant now had to inspire his men... 500 souls that counted on him to make this matter, that counted on him, either to keep them alive, or to have them fight to a most honorable death. He inhaled...
... then spoke...
"The First Regiment of Youth... A name given to the 777th Cadian Whiteshields, by our glorious Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed... to us! A bunch of no-good trainees and kids forced into the fight of our lives on our home... We're facing the vile spawn of Chaos, the traitorous Black Legion and its armies... Eldritch abominations that one wouldn't dare fathom... We've faced them throughout the fifteen-day siege upon this Hive... And upon its grounds, One thousand five hundred souls of our Regiment died, leaving us at one fourth of our group's strength. 1500 Children died so we could keep up a steady defense... 1500 Soldiers sacrificed their lives for us to live and see ourselves upon a grand last stand!" He said grimly, watching dozens of his men shift uneasily as they readied their Las Guns with the knocking on the doors becoming louder, more incessant.
"It is up to us to avenge their deaths and to honor their sacrifices. Our enemy is numerous, vastly powerful and deadly... But the Emperor watches over us, brothers and sisters of the First Youth! This is the same enemy we've slaughtered through at the start of the siege! We may be outnumbered and outgunned, BUT BY THE EMPEROR, WE ARE NOT OUTCLASSED OR WITHOUT SPIRIT! The enemy is vile, treacherous, a dishonorable bunch of scum from the Hell of the Eye of Terror, that filthy pit which they call a home! WE ARE WATCHED BY THE EMPEROR AND HUMANITY AS A WHOLE, WITH EYES FULL OF HOPE! Let us show them that humanity, even in its frailest form, can prevail against Daemon and foe! Let us leave Cadia alive... And proceed to avenge EVERYONE lost in its defense... I LOOK UPON YOU AND I SEE STRONG SOULS! PROVE ME RIGHT IN THE HEAT OF BATTLE! DO NOT FALTER, DO NOT RETREAT 'TILL WE CAN EVACUATE... AND BURN THESE HELLSPAWNS OF CHAOS TO THE FUCKING GROUND!" he exclaimed in the end, raising his sword and powering it.
"HOO-RAH!" Cheered the Regiment happily, loading up their weapons. Adrian grinned, then nodded and said "READY FOR BATTLE?" to which the Regiment promptly responded "AYE, SIR!" and the sounds of charging weapons sounded off. He nodded to them, then said "VERY WELL! SHOW THEM THE MEANING OF CADIAN HELL!" And unholstered his las pistol, jumping down to join the others. He ran and took cover at the front, right next to some hastily-set up sandbag walls, kneeling with both weapons in his hands. The hammering on the door became constant, deafening... Soldiers twitched, shouldering their Las weapons and manning the gun emplacements, Lascannons, autobolters and autocannons, some trembling, others glaring daggers at the doors, mentally preparing themselves...
The sounds of banging stopped suddenly and only the sounds of gunfire outside echoed, as well as engines. The Techpriests' tools hummed, thrummed and whispered as they worked on setting up the precision teleportation... When a sudden explosion rocked the building, shattering two doors. Silhouettes emerged from the main door of the building, giant and small and one raised its chain-ax and screamed "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! ANNIHILATE THEM ALL! MAIM, KILL, BURN!"
Lasgun, autocannon and assorted firearms screamed, forming a wall of crimson light, shells and bolter rounds. The first line of Chaos Cultists, alongside five Chaos Berzerkers, were gunned down, almost entirely vaporized by the combination of lead and high-powered particle lasers. Screams of pain, of anguish and defeat, sounded off as Cultists fell, gutted by lasers and Chaos Marines, by lead and explosive rounds tearing their armors apart. This swiftly set-up defense would come at the finest moment. Chaos Marines began pouring through, more and more of them, forcing Adrian to join up in Close Quarters Combat. The boy immediately separated one's head from his body by a simple sword slash.
The screaming of the banshees muffled the gunfire as they rushed in, blades shining blue with flaming energy. The first two of the four made contact, searing through the enemy armor with constant attacks, slashes and stabs. Chaos Marines responded by swinging chain-axes and chain swords at them, as well as their rifles and knives, but far too slow for the Eldar Banshees to even struggle in dodging.
A slash across a Traitor's stomach, a las bolt to the head of a cultist and a kick that broke a leg to another, Lieutenant Telos fought, covered by the enemy's blood, both his blade and his body, as he fought beside the Eldar witches. The clanking of metal against metal and sizzling skin. The swords burned through the exposed midsections of the cursed ceramite power armor with ease.
Las and heavy weapons' thunder, the screams of perishing foes and the sounds of engines and cannons outside meant the battle took up a larger size than originally expected. The thundering steps from outside didn't bode too well for anyone. Looking up in a conjoined moment of stupor, the squadrons of Chaos Worshippers and Loyalists gazed upon the sight of a gigantic armor, clad in black colors with golden trimmings and outlines... As well as golden claws. The man within the armor had his head poking out, one with a strange black ponytail on top of his head... As well as pale skin and crimson eyes.
"So... This is what our army is stuck upon... A bunch of children?" Abaddon the Despoiler spoke, glaring toward the squadrons. "CEASE YOUR ATTACK! Let's see if these children are going to be of some use..." and he pointed forward toward the regiment, of which most were slowly stepping back, raising ther weapons and aiming them... Adrian swore behind his breath several times, angrily, as he stared at the bastards. Looking back at the Teleportarium, he made a few hand signs toward Illuminate. The ADMECH member gasped, eyes wide... But a stern look soon overtook him. He nodded and spoke quietly to his fellow comrades as Chaos converged, under sound of fire from tanks. Plasma burned through a line of Chaos outside, stopping dead into a wall and vaporizing the building that was there.
"The fuck is Abaddon the Despoiler doing here?" Clara growled in a lowly tone beside Markath, who had his bolt pistol and chainsword drawn. The Sergeant scanned his surroundings, then answered promptly but silently "Perhaps he's here to see what the holdup is. I mean, we're keeping some probably major Chaos forces occupied... What's the LT's plan, I wonder..."
"He has signaled the Techpriests to sabotage the Teleportarium..." Marina whispered calmly, receiving shocked gazes from the Corporal and Sergeant... Markath looked toward the Chaos Forces attacking them, then sighed and said "We die, but we take a hundred Chaos Marines with us. It seems fair enough." and Clara sighed, raising her Lasgun and firing, then answered to her old friend "Least I get to die being the annoying bitch that I adore being..." with a smirk. Markath sighed, nodded and said "Yes, perhaps... And I'm going to die as that one Sergeant that is too stern, too serious for his own good, am I not?"
The Chaos soldiers parted, allowing for Abaddon to step up ahead only to go face-to-face with Lieutenant Telos, staring at the young man calmly, like he was nothing but a bug. Adrian stood, defiant, wielding both his pistol and sword, looking at the Chaos Warmaster as his steps thundered toward him. Towering over the boy, Abaddon found the need to stare down at him.
"And whom might you be, young soldier of Cadia?" The Warmaster asked in a strangely kind voice. Adrian growled, then responded sternly, his grip tightening around his weapons "I am Lieutenant Adrian Telos, of the First Cadian Youth Regiment... What is it you desire, Heretic?"
Abaddon could not help but chuckle at the boy. "What an ignorant young fool... They've filled your head to the brim with the Imperium's propaganda too. I am here to offer you a choice, child. That of saving your pitiful regiment of kids from an almost certain doom. Interested?"
Adrian snarled "You're asking us to join you and your bastard traitor legion?!" watching Abaddon glance toward his soldiers. The young Lieutenant was beginning to sweat. He glanced back toward the Techpriests, of which Illuminate gave a simple, slight enough nod for only the Lieutenant to pick up. The boy looked back to the Chaos-corrupted bastard and responded to his request "We'd all rather die, Traitor..." And he gave the Chaos bastard a devilish grin "NOW, TECHPRIEST ILLUMINATE!"
Markath looked at everyone, then yelled "THE EMPEROR PROTECTS, BROTHERS AND SISTERS! DIE WELL!"
"What!?" Demanded Abaddon angrily. He looked back at the techpriest, shocked to see him linking two wires together and whispering a prayer. The two wires clicked together, to which Abaddon growled and merely teleported away himself. A shockwave of blue light and energy surged from the linking of the wires and Teleportarium, enveloping both the Loyalist Imperials and the Chaos Forces, including their vehicles. The Chaos Marines vaporized almost immediately, alongside the cultists and all their engines of Heresy... But, somewhere within this blue light... Another goddess was watching the Eldar and Guardsmen...
It is not your time yet, young ones...
AN:YES. ANOTHER RWBY/Warhammer story... This one basically focused on an ENTIRE REGIMENT of Guardsmen, rather than just one young man and his endeavors. It is going to be orbiting around Adrian Telos' development within this story and is most likely gonna start the same way ASKADR started, so if you enjoyed that, you'll definitely enjoy this story, considering how much more 'in-depth' the Counter-Insurgency operations part of the story is gonna be. Anyways, 'till next time...
TOODLES~!