Dawn Of War: Fateful Journey

by Big Boss Pugh

After the glorious victory over the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, the lives of the alliance will now face a threat bigger than ever. Max, Kayleth, Lucas, Veldoran, Lina, and Elenwe now must journey out beyond the halo zone of the galaxy and face the renegade space marine chapter known as the Sons of Malice. A dark war is coming and great evil will come to them in new ways.

1. Chapter 1

Dawn of War: Fateful Tide

(Hi. Welcome to the 2nd addition of the continuing story that picks up where Dawn of War: Destiny War left off. I hope you enjoy the reading."

"Who are you? What delusions allow you to stand against me? You believe that you are special? You think that your birth in this galaxy will change everything? You are not special. You are just a lost soul among a sea of trillion souls. Your existence will bring nothing to the faithful that follow you. You are a mistake. You were born a mistake. You will take more than you can give. By the time you realize it, the reality of this life you live will strike you down. You are meant to fail. It is your fate to see your demise. And I will be there to show you the horror of it."

Chapter 1: Section 1 - 1

Everything in life goes through a series of changes. Many changes are destined; some are fated. There are even a few rare changes that shape the galaxy that fate and destiny did not foresee coming. In the Segmentum Pacificus region of the galaxy near the edge of the halo zone in the north west section, one change will alter the course of several lives. Resting just near the edge of the known galaxy, three planets hosted three wars. The Planet Ragnar falls in and out of the warp; its last known record of its disappearance was seen when a force devoured the planet and pulled it into the warp. An ice world that houses an ancient foundry keeps improving on its systems and territory. Lastly, the planet Saneesh shines brightly. Though still unexplored, the new inhabitants of Saneesh maintain a strong grip on the landscapes. It had only been two years since the last war. The war ended with the forces of order defeating the forces of darkness; now five million civilians of the imperium enjoy their new home. From the successful wars against the dark forces to the rebirth of Primarch Roboute Guilliman, the former imperial guard now dubbed Imperial Guardians, stand stronger than before. The city constructions still progress each day; there are resources used to enhance the new recruits of the imperial army's capabilities. They continue to improve, protect, and solidify Saneesh. Though signs of trouble are always occurring on Saneesh, many troops still remain alert for any signs of real danger. The Imperial Guardians proudly walk in formation and patrol areas still unlivable. As many imperial guardsmen and guardians continue their daily reports, many begin to believe that peace will reign forever on Saneesh. Guardsmen take in every moment of non-active duty to relax their senses; they allow their mind and body to be comfortable.

As the night time begins like so many others, the guardsmen enjoy the fine drink and food provided. Many guardians speak of the last great battle against the foul corruption that touched the land. Never in their life did any believe they would encounter such evil from men, women, orks, dark eldar, and daemons. The battle was won so long ago; many important people took power from the corrupted to reshape what they lost. Some guardsmen lost their allies, a friend, or a comrade-in-arms. Every so often at night, an alarm goes off that sends the guardsmen into full alert. Only when the screeching sound goes off do many guardsmen feel unsettled. Many of more highly trained imperial guardians stand anxious for any trouble to come; they yearn at times to test fire their new weapons. As tempting as it was to fire off a few rounds, the more senior officers forbid it. Several preachers of the Ecclesiarch condemn such thoughts as a small sign of taint. Though the accusation lead to a conflict, most disputes were easily resolved with words before a firing squad is called upon. After another long lasting three months of peace, an motion sensor goes off. The raw recruits of the imperial guardsmen respond as they normally did; however, many more alarms and motion detectors broadcast a great threat. It is time to mobilize the companies; every able person gears up and heads to the last known area the trouble is coming from. As the imperial guardians join the imperial guard conscripts, they all take aim and look out into the open landscape. Officers order their soldiers to be ready for the approaching threat. Every nerve sight of the soldiers now looks into the area ahead of them.

The ground shakes; the sky shatters. Everyone is amazed that the approaching enemy is an old foe they battled against before. Several imperial guardians smirk at the opportunity; however, many imperial guardsmen quake in their boots. The green muscle tide charges at them before they stop just outside of the firing area. Out from the back of green horde, the beast roars with a single word that its kind knows only best: Waaaagh!

The ork chieftain shouts, "Look at dis, ya gits! Dis iz why we ar ere! Da humies have ah city full of riches. I want all youz boyz to go in da city and kill all da humies. I'm leavin' to go finizh up me big surprize!"

As the war chief stomps away, the other orks roar loudly. The first few lines of orks charge at the imperial forces; many imperial guardsmen shake with fear as they see green muscles come charging at them with uncontrolled rage. A few guardsmen turn and run from the front. Shortly, the entire front line of the imperial guardsmen rally behind the first unfinished gate. Only the imperial guardians stand firm and do not run from the approaching wave. They didn't feel nervous; there is no signs of fear overcoming them. Less than one hundred guardians stand ready for the orks. As the new recruits look on, many comment on how unafraid the senior unit stands. They show no caution against the green horde; no signs of doubt shake their confidence. They all stand strong and wait for the battle to come at them.

One soldier says, "They'll be slaughtered to death. How will they win? The orks out-number them greatly."

A new voice adds, "They will overcome the orks by standing together and not cowering behind a wall. You are soldiers of the Imperium of Man. Stand with your allies and face the enemy without fear and grant no mercy; you won't overcome your fear if you don't face the dangers with your brothers-in-arms."

All the imperial guard recruits and conscripts are amazed and baffled; most imperial commanders and governor-militant leaders never come to the front. They stay behind at the base coordinating through communications and vox channels. Instead of getting their hands dirty, they stay out of the trenches and away from the carnage. He walks pass many new faces to join those that know him best; he is looked upon with great wonder and marveled. A few years ago, he held the rank of sergeant. Later on, he acquired the title of sergeant major. After the treachery of his former commander was made known, the high command granted him the authority of a Lord General shortly after a year as a commander. Not once did he ever think that he would be in charge of a massive imperial guard company. To this day, his officers look to him for war counsel; the soldiers of his regiment look to his leadership. To those lower than a sergeant, they see him as the next coming of a Lord Solar though he dismisses the advancement. After he joins his close allies and friends at the front, Lord General Militant Lucas Turner lets his voice ring loudly with a single sentence.

He says, "Let's give the orks the death they seek! We will hold the line and stop them here!"

The first line of imperial guardians fires their upgraded lasrifles. Many orks fall dead before they can get close to them. More orks fall to the soil and bleed out as the machine guns send bolter rounds into the targets. Not a single imperial guardian retreats nor do they shake with fear. Instead, they advance forward and prepare to swing their swords of righteousness. The imperial guard conscripts look on as they see an impressive sight. Imperial Guardians take the fight to the ork and ork nobs. They all fight with such bravery as they cut and gun down every ork in their way. The most impressive sight is hearing Lord General Militant Turner; he takes down several orks with ease and uses his armor to crash into others. Every swing of his blade lops off an ork at the head, arm, or leg. Each bolter shot shatters through the body of any ork not prepared; Lucas continues to let his voice ring loudly as he gives out orders.

He shouts, "The orks will press in! I need reinforcements to the front line at once! We got several wounded guardians down here that require a medic! Move those battle tanks up and open fire at the mobs coming! Do not let up!"

As the conscripts look on to see movement all around them, many slowly urge themselves forward to help others. The majority stay back for fear of what is still in front of them. A soldier gets shot in the face before their very eyes; the fear of dying keeps the masses of guardsmen back. Additional imperial guardians marched pass the imperial guard soldiers. An imperial guardian stops and looks at the faces of the conscripts and recruits. There is fear in their eyes; they are awe inspired by who they look upon. The person under the helmet feels moved to give them a few words of encouragement. The guardian lays the weapon down and unlatches the helmet. Once unlatched, person reveals the face that is underneath the gear.

"My name is Carl. I am a member of the Imperial Guardians that serve closely to Lord General Lucas Turner. I was once like you before I became what I am today. Easily afraid of the evils in the universe, I cower behind any rock or wall; I will always never forget why I am afraid of what lurks out there; however, I have a duty. My duty is to bring peace to the other worlds of the imperium and eliminate any threat to humanity. Now rise up! Rise up and march into the maw of war. Though you may wish to run and hide, all I ask of you is to hold the line. For if the brave fall, which will save those that cannot fight? The weak or what's left?"

Carl places his helmet back on and advances forward taking random shots. He takes down a few orks before moving close to the front. The guardsmen look at each other and the lasrifle they hold. The images of battle bring them so much to mind; they all know that each must keep the imperium alive. With their fear swept away, the imperial guardsmen let their own voices cry loudly. Lucas looks back to see the young, eager faces of the imperial guard come rushing up behind their back. The young officers ask for orders from their Lord General as they seek the honor of taking down the green skin tide. Lucas orders the new recruits to join his veteran soldiers on the front as they drive the ork horde back. A few guardsmen run to the front ready to do battle; they quickly join their allies by their side. Lucas proudly issues an order to have no cowards executed if they flee from battle. Though a few run away from the front, Lucas holds his companies of Imperial Guardians and Imperial Guardsmen together through conviction. As he takes the charge to the orks, Lucas reminds those who seek to forget their duty.

"The grave will be your resting place when all your deeds lay bare. For now, you must fight for what is yours and protect what is precious to you."

As the imperial forces score victory after victory against the orks, the vile beasts retreat back into the jungles to regroup and bring more. The imperial army cheers and celebrates their win over the impossible. Many are wounded and injured; several are dead. Lord General Turner retreats with his companies back to the headquarters of the new imperial fortress. He leaves three companies behind to watch out for more ork advances. As the other recruits march back into the center of the fortress, they share their victory over the orks with others. As the army readies their weapons and gear for any more orks, Lucas heads to the HQ. The walk leads him pass families and friends who praise him for all his achievements. He smiles and shows them that war has never tire him out; Lucas didn't let the mobs of orks distract him. All he did is smile at the success they achieve. At the HQ of the new fortress, a special person waits for him each day he returns from his battles.

After he enters the HQ, he sees commotion as always is never ending when there is much to do. The monitors flash red for more ork sightings throughout the land. Though a few orks have broken through the defenses of the imperial fortress, each defense has a series of traps for every step the orks take. In the south region, there are land mines, explosive bombs, and flame traps to keep the orks from advancing. To the west, many pit holes and traps stall the enemy from going too far in. In the northern landscape, the Skitarii legion takes turns day and night to scout out new territory for setting up ambushes. Lastly, a cliff that leads out to the sea lies to the east. A few smaller islands are close by, but none house any threats. As Lucas passes by the last monitors, he sees her busy with her devices and instructions. Though mostly mechanical in many areas, her thoughts are still human. Her heart beats with a steady pace; she uses her robotic arms to make adjustments to the system and tinkers with her latest weapon. Like Lucas, she gives out her orders to the engineers and tech priests.

The Blessed Techno Woman says, "Send more tech priests to enhance the defenses in the south region. I need more resources gathered from the north to boost the wall structures in the fortress. All skitarii squads report to me within four hours of your ork activities. Make sure to upgrade your weapons after testing the new features on it. Leave any important instructions for all guardsmen and guardians to follow when you improve their weapon."

Lucas clears his throat; Lina instantly stops her weapons enhancements and turns to see him. The love of his life easily discards her additional robotic arms and extensions. She embraces him as they lock lips for a moment. The last few months of ork battles and skirmishes keep them busy. Every so often, the orks will attack in waves and leave a body count of thousands. Only once the fighting dies down do they both enjoy their time together. They let themselves breathe and smile to see one another. None never figured a man like Lucas would want a woman like Lina; however, wars against xenos bring people close together.

Lucas says, "I see you are keeping yourself busy and having no shortage of supplies delivered to you. You really should try not to over work yourself to improve the place or army; we have each other and more than enough to be ready for anything."

Lina gently pushes him, "I am doing well by keeping myself, the fortress, the army, and you well equipped each time you face orks. My work is my life; you are my lover. And you will do well to not have your head crushed by an ork when battling. You really should stay away from the front line and leave the personal dangers to the others to fight. You are the Lord General; you can't risk yourself like before. Let someone else be reckless. If anything happens to you, I…"

He hushes her lips with his finger; Lucas pulls her closer, "I understand the need and your words are as precious as gems; however, if I don't risk the dangers of war, how will the men follow me into battle? Plus, the new conscripts and young recruits need the inspiration. I give them that."

She smirks as she guides her hands over his chest. Before they can continue any more, the extended tentacle arm of Lina shines the small beacon beside her face. They both sigh and quickly kiss before they head to the upper level of the command center. It didn't take long for a commanding officer to locate Lucas and update him on the ork activity; Lina gets a report on what the defenses are like around the fortress. As the two walk side by side, the officer reports his findings. The journey to the main command center gives them much to look over.

She says, "Lord General Sir, our recent encounter with the orks have alert more of them. They are coming to the fortress from the highlands in the far northwest. We are able to keep them back with the battle tanks so far. The last scout reports that the enemy is moving up the field with looter tanks, transport trucks, and something about flickering lights shinning in the area."

Lina and Lucas smirk at the "Flickering Lights" statement. Lucas sends the officer off to rally the troops. After they arrive at the top floor, Lina goes to work and brings up every possible angle of what the monitors reveal on the landscape. An enginseer approaches Lina and offers his insight on the new system.

He says, "I bring you interesting news, Techno Woman. The system is functioning at more than fifty percent. I would have installed the new computer program, but without proper gear to test the output…"

Lina quickly installs the program and begins to add more auxiliary power to the area that will suffer the most harm. In minutes, the system reaches a critical break point; many soldiers start to panic. Surprisingly, the system slowly powers down and everything returns to normal. The enginseer praises Lina for her work; Lucas smiles at her beautiful face and takes the helm of the command center to broadcast his message. Though the enemy is coming to them in large numbers, they stand ready knowing that old friends are about to join the battle soon. For many, it is a great day to battle orks with ease; however, it will be a blessing that allies are joining the fight.

Chapter 1: Section 1 – 2

"We begin our journey with battle; the enemy is many, but they shall all fail. Our craft world has strengthened itself from not only numbers, but technology as well. The orks may be sending the main force at the humans, but we shall weaken their abilities to advance. I, Wraithseer Elenwe, will guide you against the foe. Join me now and let us destroy the vile beasts. Once the enemy is crippled, we shall join our allies."

The eldar stand on the brink of extinction each day; they know that the Great Evil awaits to claim their soul; however, hope has been shown to them. The news of Ynnead, the Eldar Deity of the Dead, has renewed their faith. With the humans now ready to face the forces of chaos, the eldar would play their part to end the madness. The eldar banshees howl proudly; three companies of dark avengers rush out into the land. The war walker squadrons march out slowly providing support for the guardians. As the eldar advance slowly and quietly, Veldoran keeps his powers at ease. An eldar ranger approaches him with news of the ork activity. It didn't take long before Elenwe and Veldoran come to the same conclusion. After they meet, they both take in the same news of the orks.

Veldoran says, "I see it didn't take but only a year for the orks to produce a new war boss to guide them. At least this time, there will be no warp spells to whisper to them."

Wraithseer Elenwe adds, "They are many to us, yet something does guide them to attack the human settlements. Before we join our allies, let us seek out and destroy the ork forward bases. The more they gather in numbers, the harder it will be to eliminate them."

As the eldar set up strike camps along hidden areas, Veldoran silently moves further in to see the ork camps. His first stop brings him to a vehicle depo heavily guarded. It didn't take him long to see the first few errors the orks have made; the next setup takes him to the ork gathering and they are massive in size. Each ork is quick to apply pain on each other. The typical ork groups are ready for war; Veldoran comes to the last area of interest. He sees an interesting sight. The Ork War Boss and his chiefs are alone. Veldoran stands utterly still to hear what the group speaks of.

A war chief says, "Boss, da boyz ere ar ready fo ah waaagh. We out-numba da humies five to zero. Why iz we waitin' instead of fightin'?"

War Boss Bakk Crakka replies, "We'z waitin' fo ah reason. Any ork can charge into da enemy and die. So, stop thinkin' lik ah mud sucka git. Da humies will be ready fo uz if we'z go in. We'll send da first mob, den da second and third will go. If any ork survive, den we'z know wha to do next. If not, I gotz me bakk-up plan ready."

The next war chief adds, "My boyz ar goin' to da humie palace now. I will be in da area, but I ain't fightin' any. I be bakk soon."

The ork chiefs and war boss walk off; Veldoran sends a telepathic message to Elenwe about the ork leaders. Elenwe rallies her kin; they begin their strike against the ork areas. The first camp they target is the ork vehicle production camp. The howling banshees make short work of orks nearby. Elenwe uses her eldritch powers to destroy every vehicle and production structure. The more the orks lose, the weaker their morale becomes. Veldoran rejoins Elenwe as they lead the eldar forward and shatter the next ork camp. A few more orks return to the commotion of the eldar advances. The orks are left completely defenseless as they are sniped, cut, ambushed, and burned. After the small battle ends, a scout comes to Veldoran with news of the imperial forces. Elenwe suggests that the eldar gather near the human settlement and reinforce with their allies. Veldoran and the war host eagerly agree only after they burn away any dead orks in the land. The eldar use their sprint ability to rush to the human fortress. Many warp spiders teleport their way to the destination. Elenwe and her war party use the web way portal to arrive minutes ahead of the group.

At the imperial front lines, it didn't take Lucas or Lina long to be at the front with the others. Lina keeps her tech priests busy with repairs and sends her skitarii squads out for ork kills. Many machines in the area require her full attention as she soothes the Machine Spirit. Lucas yells for his orders to be heard among the imperial guardians and imperial guard to hold the line. They advance when needed and hold as many trenches they can; the orks continue to rush forward and die by the many. Scores upon scores of dead orks pile in front of the imperial lines. The late comers of the orks use the dead bodies to make a small wall of protection. The looter tanks roll in and fire at the wall. In the center of the war, Lucas and Lina both do what they can to keep hope alive.

Lina orders, "I need pressure relieved from the main cannons on the walls. Get some tech priests to the front line and issue repairs to the battle tanks. Any and all tech medics are to assist with injured soldiers on the field. I need more squads from the skitarii legions to provide fire support to the imperial guardsmen and guardians. Keep those orks back and hold that line."

Lucas shouts, "Get those that can't fight back! Continue to hammer the front line and hold out! As soon as the battle tanks can operate, focus fire on the center! You are soldiers of the imperium! No ork is going to take this fortress! No man or woman is giving them the chance!"

As the orks continue to try and push in, a sudden impact throws the orks everywhere. They lose their cover from the dead ork piles. Lucas, Lina, the imperial guard, and imperial guardians look up to the sky. They see a white, bright vessel emerge from stealth. It shines brightly as it sends more shots of warp energy down onto the surface of the orks. Two more warp blasts throw the orks around the landscape. As the orks try to shake off the shock, eldar warp spiders appear groundside and begin to strike at the orks. Lucas rallies his armies for the charge; Veldoran appears before him. A few imperial guardsmen aim their weapons at the xeno only to hear Lucas ordering them to stand down. Lina joins her lover to welcome their allies. As the three begin to exchange information, more eldar warriors appear on the field next the imperial army.

Lucas says, "I didn't expect you to join us in this battle. Last I recall, you already completed your time with us. What brings you here to our side now?"

Veldoran says, "The orks are many as we tried to make a safe haven on Saneesh. For every attempt at safety we set up, the orks come in force and drive us out. Since the attacks started, we have used the Faded Light to keep our numbers safe inside the web way gates aboard our vessel. For now, fate has shown us that if we are to have a place on this planet, it means helping you."

Wraithseer Elenwe joins her allies after teleporting to the surface. Her sheer size frightens the guardsmen. Not a single imperial guardian shakes. Many greet their fellow allies of the craft world as they exchange stories. Several companies and eldar dire avengers rally to the front line.

Elenwe says, "It is good to be among allies again. We can talk more after the orks all die quickly. Let us go and bring them the battle they seek to have."

As the leaders on both sides rally their allies for war, two familiar faces greet each other in the heat of the battle. Carl fires his gun at an ork rushing towards him. Though the lasrifle harms the beast, it keeps on coming at him. The ork stops in its tracks as a cloaked blade is slowly pulled from its neck. The eldar banshee has her face revealed; she turns to him and bows her head. Carl nearly jumps for joy to see her again.

Carl says, "It is good to see you have achieved a higher rank, Shelia. I didn't expect you to be still killing orks."

Shelia replies, "And I didn't expect you to survive any more ork encounters yet here we are. Join me at my side and assist me in battle."

The two rush off to find orks to slaughter. Many imperial guardsmen stand nervous and quick to fire at the xeno filth.

Lucas broadcasts his order, "All imperial forces are to not fire upon the eldar. They are here to help; I repeat, all imperial forces are to not fire upon our allies. We march with them against the orks."

Lucas and Elenwe charge into the mobs of orks coming at them. Lucas guns down and cuts through several ork nobs that challenge him. Elewne sends lightning bolts at the mobs and swings her spear around her; the warp spiders disappear and reappear behind orks as they lead them into the turret fire of the bolter machine guns. Lina and the skitarii legion advance to keep up the pressure. They join with Veldoran and his warlocks; the skitarii squads click through their vision lens and gun down any orks hiding in the bushes and trees. Warlocks of the craft world launch flame spheres and lightning bolts at mobs. It didn't take the orks long to realize that every advancement made by the two allied armies weakens them. Though the orks are many and outnumber them, the strength of the imperial army and eldar halts them. Even with the green muscle shaking the ground, the guile of the alliance leaves the enemy confused.

Once the orks are pushed back, the imperial army returns to the fortress to recover. The eldar join them and set up a small camp just outside of the walls. Many imperial guardians stay around their xeno allies and spark up conversations. The raw recruits of the imperial guard understand that the eldar were allies, but not like this. They stand back and watch; the eldar of Alaitoc and imperial guardians talk as if no danger is near. The howling banshee and warrior like guardians share techniques and fighting styles. The dire avengers and riflemen compare weapon upgrades. The imperial guardsmen huddle up and speak of the wild commotion they are surrounded by. Though the two groups speak together, the leaders of the alliance share the center hub. The Blessed Techno Woman stands by the side of her Lord General. The Wraithseer sides with her warlock ally. The few captains stand with them as they each reveal what information they know about the present ork threat.

One howling banshee captain says, "My warriors have cut down several advancing groups just south of this area. They managed they inflict a few marks on us, but it will not stop us from the next battles."

A guardian captain adds, "Funny you say that. We just came from the south region with a few orks chasing us. It is no wonder they came after us. They found enemies to fight."

A dire avenger points out, "The orks are less willing to invade from the north since our early skirmishes kept them at bay."

Before any more is spoken, Lord General Lucas says, "The reports you provide us with will determine our next course of battle. For now, leave everything with us. You are dismissed."

Veldoran signals for the eldar to retire. Once the room is cleared, the four friends take a moment to discuss the real threat that may be coming.

Wraithseer Elenwe says, "The vision of the future is more clear. It is ever changing and several futures are presented to me. For now, all I see are the orks becoming a problem for us each day on the planet. The new war boss is brutal yet lacks any real tactics for us to not predict."

Lina agrees and replies, "The last few reports hardly have any ork activity to the north. I do feel cautious and glad for it. Every day, the skitarii legions are coming back with no kind of activity. The reports are less than ever recently. At first, the orks tried to use a large mob to advance on our fortress from the north long ago. Now that you are here, the raids have come to a complete halt. They seem only serious today to attack us from the western landscape."

Lucas rubs his chin and studies the northern landscape map. It did bring him a suspicious feeling that couldn't be put off. He takes a sip of his water to cool his tongue.

He places his cup down and says, "It is time that we all decided to see what goes on in the northern area. No more than one hundred thousand men and women will do. Less than half of that from the eldar can accompany us. I want your expertise on the field, Elenwe. Let us leave our counter parts here."

Veldoran protests, "To deny me a chance for battle against the green horde is unacceptable. I will only need a mere five thousand to deal the death blow. You may bring the entire companies under your command if you feel uneasy."

Wraithseer and Lina laugh at the bickering the two cause; Lina calls to them both.

Lina suggests, "Instead of you two trying to boast about numbers, Elenwe and I will go investigate the north. That way, should the enemy come here, you two can compare body counts against each other."

Lucas laughs proudly at the request and agrees let them go at it alone. As the four agree on many things and compare notes, they nearly forget about their two missing friends.

Veldoran says, "It has been a while since our commander has not been present around you, do you know where Kayleth is at?"

Lina shrugs her shoulders and replies, "I tried to keep in touch with Max by via com channel. He has not replied back once. Has he come to you for further understanding?"

Elenwe also adds, "My powers of locating my kin are weak. It is as if she has completely disappeared."

Lucas laughs happily and draws their attention to his words, "Let's just say that those two need more than just time. They will join us like before. And by the time they do, we will be wondering the same thing."

Veldoran and Elenwe didn't understand the words of the Lord General. Lina looks at her lover with curiosity; he shoots her a wink. Before she tries to speak any words, Lucas hurries her out the door to prepare for battle. With Veldoran and Lucas keeping their army alert, Elenwe and Lina move to the north to perform their investigation.

Chapter 1: Section 1 – 3

The clanking sound rings in the air. A rush of adrenaline pumps into the body. Swords shine brightly as the sun looks upon the pure craftsmanship. A standard sword with a curved edge crashes against a light blue blade. The light blue blade hums with a low sound; the hands swing the weapons with ease. The holder of the light blue weapon takes a leap backwards. The armor displays the mark of the Eldar War Deity Khaine as Kayleth of Alaitoc readies herself; she takes the aggressive stance and grips her weapon tightly. Deep from within her soul, a rage builds and begins to cover her. Her armor shines bright red-orange as the flame of Khaine erupts from within. She lifts her voice high into the air and shrieks proudly. The wrath of Khaine covers her in a similar manner. Her hands begin to drip blood to the soil. The eldritch warp fires surround her and peel away the ground. Kayleth looks to towards her target. Her irises are small flames inside her eyes. Kayleth now stands ready as her power from the eldar War God burns strongly. She leaps at her foe and drives him back. Only a few strikes manage to keep her opponent on the defense. After a score of strikes and slashes, her final attempt brings her worry; the next attempt shows weakness.

It didn't take much to leap away from the cold, void feeling that begins to surround the area. It comes too sudden and gives Kayleth a sense of fear and hatred. She wants to retreat from this danger; however, the eldar autarch stands firm in the face of this coming void. He stands on a wounded leg and bravely approaches his opponent. Though the eldar warrior left him hurt, Max Johnson of the Saneesh takes the hawk stance; he lets his voice shatter the area as the unnatural blank abilities stretch over the area. The powers of the warp cannot sense him; it is unable to find him. No daemon, no psyker, nor deity of the warp can stand a being that is soulless. He advances on his foe; she jumps high away from his reach. Kayleth feels her warp power drain away quickly than ever. She throws her sword at him; Max doesn't move as the sword falls to his feet. The warp powered sword is completely drained of its power. As he looks up, Kayleth crushes her fist into his jaw. The warp boosts her strikes; she feels it slip away. Max nullifies her warp abilities and uses his unmatched speed to surprise her. Kayleth tries to guard against his rush. The effort is meaningless. Instead of a hard hit or sweep under her feet, Max moves in close to her. The heart rate goes up with every passing second. He locks his eyes with her eyes; Max looks into the emerald eyes of the eldar warrior as she losses her eldritch power. Before he can try anything against Kayleth, she crushes her fist one last time against his jaw. The attack is enough to cause him to stagger.

Max pulls back and rubs his face. He says, "Yeesh! You're always going to be feisty and vicious before you allow a moment for us to share?"

Kayleth breathes easy and replies, "Are you always so easily distracted by my looks than battle? I have told you once before about that Max."

He takes notice of her stance; Kayleth stands nervous and ready even as he waits. Max jumps in her direction only to see her jerk slightly back. He laughs greatly until she crashes her fist into his side. Before she can pull back, he holds on tightly to her arm. She tries to let her warp power enhance her skills, but it fails against Max's blank abilities. He uses all his powers to completely cover the area in a sheet of anti-warp.

She frustrating groans, "Must you be so difficult for me to train with? You promised me that you would be more focused than do this."

He pulls her close leaving very little space between them, "And how many more times are you not going to allow that emotion to show?"

Kayleth turns her sight away; Max sighs heavily and lets her go.

Max continues, "You know that you want love me for who I am and not just for what I can do for your craft world. We have been away from everyone for only a few hours each three weeks. Now, this is the fifth time you are here alone with me. And it has been well over five hours. All we do is train and improve on our fighting form. Yes, you have taught me a lot about your ways and showed me clever techniques. I have shown you what to expect of most humans that are blanks. Yet, with all our time spent together, not once do you want to talk about the issue you have with me. Is it the fear talking again? Do you not want to love me? Or is it that you are not ready to show me the other part of you?"

Kayleth is silent for a moment. She looks into his eyes and answers, "I am a warrior first before I can love."

She turns completely away only to feel Max hold her from behind. She gasps softly wanting to pull away. Her warp power shoots out from her thanks to Max. As they share the moment, she feels herself growing weak and wanting. Kayleth uses her warp powers to click on the radio com; the imperial officers call to him.

"Sir, are you reading us? We can use your assistance here at the fortress. Lucas and Lina are accompanied by the eldar forces at the front line. Please, report to the front line as soon as you can, sir."

Max tightly embraces Kayleth once more. She feels and hears her heart rate jump for excitement. The experience is unknown to her. In her mind, she sees it as a sign of weakness. Kayleth did feel happy at the moment; however, she never wanted him to see it. Max turns her around and gets close. He stops only a few inches away as he hears her sword ready to be taken out.

Max says, "There will be a time for us. For now, I won't say anything else or do anything else to offend you Kayleth. You have my word."

As he pulls back, Kayleth receives a telepathic communication from her warlock. Max lets his own power quiet down.

"Kayleth, our forces are here with the humans. We require your assistance."

Max walks off. Kayleth watches him and still feels that warm feeling around her. She looks at her hands and questions the feeling.

He shouts, "Hey! You can think on other things later, we must go to see what business the orks have for us now!"

Though they are on one of the islands in the eastern sea, their journey back to the fortress would not be long. Max climbs aboard his shuttle; Kayleth uses her warp powers to open a portal and transports herself to a nearby area. Kayleth steps through the other side of the portal. She looks around to see the alliance face down the orks. It didn't take long for the enemy to stand before them in large numbers. Kayleth heads to find Veldoran and Elenwe standing by; they look to her with eagerness and find her conflicted.

Veldoran says, "The orks are not so much of a problem when in force; however, something else has your mind troubled. What is it?"

Elenwe agrees, "He is right. What has happened to you?"

Before Kayleth can reply, the orks roar loudly and alert everyone to look in their direction. Kayleth goes to the front; Lucas and Lina greet her and everyone looks to see the massive ork come to the front. Stains of blood cover his armor and clothes; a set of skulls are hanging from his pole. There is skull of a few humans, an ork, a space marine, and an ogryn head. The ork slams his mighty axes together as he calls more of his boys forward; the alliance looks on as more ork come forward from the mountain top. Ork War Boss Bakk Crakka and his horde seem too strong to face. Many imperial guardsmen quake in their boots as Lucas and Lina keep them focused. The war boss roars one last time as he rallies his mobs.

Bakk Crakka says, "Da humies iz weak! Da Imperium iz weak! Da orks will rip em to shreds! Go an' tak da heads, but leav' me da humie bosses!"

The ground shakes as the mobs of orks stomp the ground. A mighty war cry shakes the sky as everyone is ready to face the enemy. Every lasrifle is aiming at the open landscape. A tide of green muscle comes running towards them; everyone looks on as the ork leader cries for blood to be spilled. Before the enemy tide reaches the front line, the orks look to the sky and see a ball of fire coming at them. The mighty horde stops; every human and eldar looks on with curiosity as to why. An ork points to the sky. They all look up to see an imperial shuttle coming flying at the orks; it is covered in flames and burning. The door opens on the side and a single person drops out from the shuttle into the inside of the fortress just before the gate. The shuttle explodes once more before reaching the orks. It crashes into the center of the mobs; the shuttle erupts and throws the orks in several directions. With the massive explosion throwing the orks into confusion, the doors at the fortress open from behind everyone. He comes rushing out from the walls; he lets his pride carry him forward. A small path is cleared for him. Lucas, Elenwe, Veldoran, Lina, and Kayleth are glad to see him. Once he gets closer to the front, he shouts to those around him and on radio chatter.

Max cries, "Can you follow me into paradise again?!"

The tip of the alliance forms into a spear head. Max leads the charge with Kayleth following close behind. Lucas and Elenwe bring up support as they issue orders for every team and squad. Lina and Veldoran coordinate with several special groups as they utilize their impressive skills. The orks respond in great favor as the spear head of eldar and human collide into them. Max leads the charge and quickly surprises the orks with impressive sword strikes; Kayleth and her howling banshees slay several orks as the eldar move with amazing grace. As more orks try to rush on the enemy, the eldar disappear from sight only for the imperial guardians to fire lasrifles into the lines of orks. Veldoran comes to the front by warp portal and joins Kayleth. The eldar warlocks burn the field in front of them with warp powers. Battle tanks fire massive shells into the ork lines and destroy the looter tanks. In the center of the battle, six voices issue orders and coordinate with sheer confidence.

Max says, "Keep up the suppressive fire! Do not let the orks get no more ground! I need more reinforcements up here on the double to cover our flanks! The eldar will disappear soon, so switch to your swords! All medics pull the wounded back! Be ready to move the battle tanks up!"

Kayleth shouts, "Eldar, prepare to disappear! The imperial guardians will cover our escape! I need howling banshees to stand with the imperial guardians! I need more warlocks to reinforce our flanks and provide barriers for our forces! Do not give into the enemy! Orks are nothing, but target practice for the warriors of craft world Alaitoc!"

Further towards the trenches, Lucas says, "I need more reinforcements to the front. Find the wounded a place just inside the wall of the fortress. I will take two to five more companies with me to the front line. See to it that the flanking squads are ready to surprise the orks. Hurry to the front line! Max and Kayleth will need our support when the chief engages them!"

Veldoran adds, "All warlocks are to enhance nearby eldar guardians against the foe. We will send the warp spiders ahead to cripple more of the ork vehicle facilities. See to that the imperial guards are heavily reinforced by our War Walkers nearby. Move the Night Spinners up with the imperial tanks."

Lina looks over the data from the field and replies, "Be ready to fire our artillery cannons once the enemy is close enough. I need more skitarii squads to be ready to flank the enemy with the howling banshees once they retreat. The next set of orgyns is to rush up and provide more support for the new recruits and conscripts of the imperial guard. The enemy is strong in numbers; however, they need to remember why they keep losing to us."

Wraithseer Elenwe leads her kin forward and roars, "I will guide you all into battle! Do not let the numbers frighten you for the green tide will suffer more!"

As the alliance of the imperium and eldar of Alaitoc effectively cooperate, the orks suffer tremendously as every tactic keeps the orks uneven. The orks war boss takes his leave to escape from the enemy. With his few mobs following closely behind him, the last few mobs go on a rampage as much as they can; the rampage does not help. With the last ork falling dead, the alliance gladly cheers. Lina and Veldoran thank each other. They are joined by Lucas and Elenwe as they report their own success; Kayleth and Max are still ahead in the front battling fleeing orks. The victory goes in their favor. Wave serpents and imperial transports haul in the weak, wounded, and critically hurt. The medics and eldar healers attend to the needs of those hurt. Among them, Carl is found by Shelia as she overly scorns him for lack of safety.

She says, "I thought you I made it clear you are to be safer than reckless? Did my words not pass through your head, or did they fall on death ears?"

Carl answers, "Max went out to brave the ork tides and your autarch followed him closely. Must I do less than what I see them do in battle?"

As the two continue to chat, a few allies of the imperial guard pass by and question Carl for his trust in the eldar.

He replies, "The eldar have been through dangerous fights with us long before many of you joined this regiment; they helped us and we helped them. We each have our own objectives and right now, we are caught up in war. When it is time, they shall help us. Return to your duties and do not look for ways to fail them."

Before any more chat continues, commanding officers of the imperial guardians urge the raw recruits of the imperial guard to attend to their routine. As the reports are added up by the imperial records, Lina and Lucas celebrate their victory. Even Veldoran and Elenwe greatly marvel at how well the alliance has overcome the orks. Lina tries to contact Max; however, Lucas interrupts her transaction.

He says, "If you even try to reach him, the same thing will happen again. He won't answer thanks to his abilities. Plus, I am sure the same thing can be said of Kayleth."

Veldoran asks, "How do you know if you are not a psyker?"

Elenwe answers, "I can't locate our commander. It is as if her spirit is being covered."

Everyone looks at Lucas. He smiles and assures them all is ok; the last ork is slain as it falls to the ground with two swords jammed in its neck. Max claims the kill; Kayleth calls the demise of the ork hers. They argue back and forth as more ork stragglers rush upon them.

Max says, "That ork was dead before you even got your sword in it. How can you say it is your kill when it was clearly my kill?"

Kayleth slays three orks, "Your delusions are greater than your ego. If not your delusions, then your imagination is as large as ever."

Max disappears and quickly eliminates five orks. The duo continues to slay the orks they find until a large mob of nobs surrounds them; they look around to see no way out. As the nobs move in, Kayleth and Max smile greatly to at the enemy. Who will eliminate the most? Before they can leap at the nobs, bolter fire comes from several directions. The oks all fall over as a new foe approaches them. Max is greatly amused; however, Kayleth stays on guard. They walk forward proudly and silently. So much time has passed since their last skirmish during Abaddon's 13th Black Crusade. Though unsuccessful in their battle to reclaim their home world Scelus, the terrible space marine chapter still bears hate for what they stand for. They care not for the hate of the other daemons and followers of Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch; all that matters is they have their world to claim for themselves. The colors of black and white still cover their armor. They spat in the faces of their former allies; they stand alone against both the imperium and the forces of chaos. As Max asks who they are, he sees Kayleth ready to unleash her fury upon them.

A space marine steps forward and says, "We shall deny the flesh Nurgle needs to fester. We will lay claim to the skulls and blood Khorne wants. We keep the pleasure and pain from Slaanesh. We will not let Tzeentch change our fate and destiny. We are the Sons of Malice, the True Dark God of Chaos. Every follower of the False Dark Gods and Corpse Emperor of Mankind shall die by our hands."

Chapter 1: Section 1 – 4

Max and Kayleth back up as the group of dark space marines prepare to fire. Before a bolter gun goes off, a set of orks and ork nobs come from the side and attack. Max and Kayleth use the orks to escape from the enemy; the orks engage the space marines. As strong as they are, the Sons of Malice slaughter the rampaging orks with great ease. An ork head is lopped off. A wave of orks is gunned down. Frag grenades are thrown into the mobs and obliterate the enemy. The Sons of Malice strike deep into the enemy. Once the fighting is done, the space marines look around. The human and eldar witch has run off; one ork tries to resist being held down. The space marines overpower the creature.

One space marine says, "Are we to inform our captain of the trouble on this planet?"

The approaching officer unsheathes her sword of terrible ruin. The head of the ork is lopped off; the other space marines bow their head and knell before her.

She says, "No need to inform our captain yet. We know who is on this planet. For now, we have orks, humans, and eldar to kill. Once we have taken more recruits, destroyed their camp, and bring more victims back, then we will inform our captain. For now, let us wait. We have an ork to find and kill. Which way did the war boss go to?"

The Sons of Malice stand and march off into the distant land. No force would stand against them. Be they daughters of the imperium, sons of xenos, or the fallen dregs of chaos, all will hear the coming threat known as the Sons of Malice. Elsewhere, Kayleth and Max rest up after retreating far from the area; Max feels out of breath and tired from running. Kayleth looks at him with some worry and pays it no mind. He looks to her only for Kayleth to hide her concern.

He says, "I know I look great to you, but must you stare at me in such a manner?"

Kayleth replies quickly, "I am not looking at you in such a way Max. If anything, I am worried about who the Sons of Malice are."

Max springs up; he moves towards her and adds, "Oh, so you do care about me, but you never show me it unless I do this."

She sighs frustratingly and backs away. Max takes his water pouch from his side.

Kayleth asks, "What kind of space marines serve a God called Malice? It is not a name I know of."

Max gulps down some water from his pouch and says, "I can't tell you anything about them. They are a mystery to me as well. And this bunch is certainly no ally to chaos and will destroy them as well too. We had better get ourselves back to the fortress. Once we get a few teams with us, then we will investigate this radical space marine known as the Sons of Malice."

They continue their journey back home; Max takes time to admire the beauty of Kayleth. He gazes at her so much that he trips over a stone. Kayleth looks at him with confusion and hides her laughter with disappointment. A few more orks are encountered on the way as they eliminate them; the pair comes in sight of the fortress. The imperial fortress shines ever so bright. Max falls over exhausted from his walk. Kayleth urges him to stand and continue.

Max says, "I am not able to endure as much as you can. Unless you are willing to apply pressure somewhere, then…"

Kayleth nearly draws her sword at him, "If this is some wild attempt seduce me, please stop. We have no time for such things to distract us."

He rushes upon her with a serious look in his eyes; Kayleth backs away.

Max says, "Alright, I will stop all the joking. Instead, I want us to have a talk before we get back to our allies. The one that makes you feel so uncomfortable."

She releases her hold on her weapon while keeping her distance. Kayleth replies, "There is nothing to speak of Max. You only seek to anger me and draw me out into one of your little ruses to learn of pointless…"

As he walks pass her, Kayleth blocks his path. She understand what he is doing, but why does Max keep trying to get an answer from her.

Max says, "Like always, you don't wanna talk about the relationship we can have. You are too afraid of trying to know me or allowing me to be the one person for you. At one time, you did allow me to show you something you weren't ready to know before things got to where they are. For such a warrior of great power and possessed by the fury of her War God, you are weaker than…"

Kayleth slowly lets the fury burn from within her armor. The burning flame of Khaine comes out slowly. As Max stops talking, he agrees to not speak of it for now. He walks away with his head held up high which only irritates her. As the two continue to walk to the fortress, the irritation caused by Max forces her to stop him once more; Max looks into her rage filled eyes. He can't help but see how beautiful she is.

Kayleth questions, "Why do you care so much to irritate me? Why do you continue to persist when there is nothing I desire of you? What is the point of you trying to have me if I won't allow it?"

Max sighs and presses his hand against her face; Kayleth nearly feels her soul jump from her body as he says, "As I once told you before Kayleth of Alaitoc, I have found you. And if you don't know what I mean by that now, then you are still learning. For now, let's get back to the fortress."

As Max tries to move towards her, the warmth from her warp powers nearly comes out. Max tries to not over step and reminds her that he will wait. As they continue to head back, the current events of battle leave them wondering. Once they arrive at the fortress, the imperial guardians and eldar welcome their champion and hero. It didn't take them long to be brought before the others. Lina is checking the systems with Lucas. Elenwe and Veldoran are meditating. After the usual greetings are over, the final reports from them surprise their allies.

Lucas says, "You must be mistaken. There is a corrupt space marine chapter in this part of the galaxy? A renegade space marine bunch claiming to be Sons of Malice is here? What brings them way out to this part of the galaxy?"

Kayleth answers, "That is the disturbing part of them. They are not in league with any other forces of chaos yet will gladly kill them as they would us. Something has brought them here to this world."

Veldoran adds, "There is nothing out on this planet that is worth taking or searching for that we have not found. And this Malice sounds like a fairy tale they are spinning."

Lina and Elenwe call to everyone of what they discover.

Lina reports: "There is some kind of activity going on in the land that my skitarii squads are reporting. Something about heavy armor teams attacking the orks."

Elenwe agrees, "There is an unusual amount of warp energy circling the area. It is somehow purer than before."

Everyone agrees and starts to set the army in motion; Lucas and Max head to rally the imperial guardians and imperial guard. Kayleth gathers up her howling banshees and Veldoran informs his warlocks by telepathic message and Lina sets the War Harbinger ship for flight mode with its systems online. The bone singers under Elenwe construct the Faded Light vessel once more. Once everything is ready, the alliance journeys out into the northwestern zone to seek out the trouble. They travel twenty miles out by land before establish a base of operations. Lina reports that the War Harbinger will not be ready for combat just yet. The Faded Light is easily finished and flies to the current location. Once bases are established, the four combatant commanders take the council once more. As before, Kayleth and Max argue over which approach is better.

Max says, "Scout and recon. Once we know what we are facing, then these space marines of Malice can die just as any other opponent."

Kayleth disagrees, "That is common tactics they will suspect. Better to annihilate them with three strong companies in every direction."

He sighs and replies, "I hope you have learned something than just trying to bully your way into the enemy lines. Do you only want to stand out more than before?"

She harshly answers, "And can you learn more methods than stare at me battling only to save you from dying?"

Lucas and Veldoran laugh at the pair. They both look around to see a few other officers stare and snicker under their breath.

Kayleth excuses herself from the room. Max triers to follow her, but Veldoran urges, "It is better that she be alone and from you since you did make her blush."

Max replies, "And how did I make her blush when she holds it in?"

Veldoran laughs slightly and goes to find Kayleth; Max turns to Lucas.

Lucas shakes his head in disappointment, "You honestly convinced me how much you want her to love you. Despite your many ways of distracting her, your method is too much for her. You should back off and give her space."

Max argues, "How can I show her anything when she gives me a cold shoulder? She is…"

"An over caring, hard-headed fool," roared Kayleth. She continues, "Every time, I see him urging me to commit myself to him. Why must he continue to behave inappropriately with me?"

Veldoran tries to not laugh and jokingly says, "Well, he did burn that moment into your mind before he disappeared for nearly a year against the daemon of Slaanesh. Maybe you should try to offer him something. Or, did Max do more to you?"

Kayleth lets her flame of Khaine burn brightly as the words of Veldoran; he soothes her over with words of battle. Once he takes his leave, Kayleth tries to focus on her skill. Every attempt at trying a new technique, he focus is thrown off by the face of Max. Each method of war is replaced by Max. Finally, she roars loudly and lets the spirit of Khaine erupt from within her body. The flame covers her body as she burns away the ground around her. Kayleth lets the flame shoot upward into the sky as every thought of rage pours out. She lets her rage be calm and recalls words that bring her peace. Kayleth looks behind her back to see Max approaching her. Before she can yell at him, the warp energy from her body rises back up. Her rage filled expression never leaves her face. Whatever his reason for coming to her, Max stands far from her and keeps a large amount of space.

She demands, "Why are you doing this now? What else do you want to know of? I can't allow myself to feel anything for you. We are two different people and you know it. Your kind would destroy any eldar craft world so long as they prevail. I do not want this to be my fate, Max. I am not going to allow that to happen again; I allowed myself to be weak. I can never be yours. Even after you have told me and showed me, we can never be."

Max looks at Kayleth confused and replies, "I just want you to be safe out there. And when you are ready to talk, we will talk about it. For now, you have my word that I will only support you. Now, we got orks coming at us."

Kayleth didn't reply and turns away from Max. He leaves her alone with her thoughts. Instead of rage, she feels at peace yet remains conflicted. With the enemy now massing near the front of the base, the alliance stands ready. Max and Lucas look forward to the coming enemy; Kayleth and Veldoran anticipate the shaking ground. As everyone waits and holds for the charging enemy, they get an interesting challenge. A few orks come running at them only to be gunned down. The alliance stands unsure as to who has gunned down the orks. A single space marine walks forward silent as the grave. He looks to see the eldar and humans stand ready to accept his help. Max orders everyone to be ready and that the single space marine is not ally to them. Kayleth orders her howling banshees back as she leaps into combat; her shriek shatters the silence around her. As Kayleth engages her foe, the space marine remains silent and dodges her sword slashes.

Lucas joins her in her attack; the space marine shows no signs weakness or fatigue in his skill. The warrior easily shoves Lucas backwards and dodges the death strike from Kayleth. The chain buzz sword still hangs at the side of the space marine. Not once has he pulled it out to block any attack from either opponent. Lucas and Kayleth try a double strike on the enemy. He surprises both fighters by tripping them both. The swiftness of the space marine startles them; he moves with grace and easily keeps the two at bay. Veldoran fires a warp sphere of fire at him. The space marine easily leans to the side and pops his neck. Veldoran joins his allies at his side. Max looks at everyone to see the fear slowly coming over them. He joins his allies by their side. As the four circle around the space marine, the expected happens. The chains buzz sword comes out and spins the blade. Max looks to Veldoran; Lucas glances at Kayleth. They all guide their eyes around the area. The space marine stands ready for them all. Lucas charges at the enemy. Max runs behind the foe. Before Max can do anything, a small blade flies at him. Max falls to the ground to dodge the small blade.

Kayleth leaps at the target only to see Lucas thrown at her. Veldoran rushes at the space marine and gets back-handed across the face. Max tries to rush upon the enemy again. The space marine turns and faces him; Max thrusts at the marine. The sword shatters against the armor. With a strong grip, the marine picks up Max by his throat. Everyone looks to see Max struggling to stay alive. The army rushes forward to aid their leaders. All four able body commanders regain their focus on the enemy. Max looks into the dark eye shells of the armor covering the space marine. As he clinches the arm of the space marine, the overwhelming powers of Max slowly rise to the surface. The cold feeling comes as a shock to the space marine. Instead of holding in his silence, the space marine leaps back and takes the aggressive stance. Lucas, Kayleth, Veldoran, and all eyes fall upon the two. The space marine growls low at Max. With so much riding on the line, no one knows what to do next.

Max charges at the enemy and fires his gun. The lasrifle rounds didn't make a dent in the armor. As the space marine engages Max, Lucas tosses him a second sword. Once the weapon is in his hand, Max engages the space marine of Malice in combat. Though stronger and faster than him, Max keeps up his strikes and drives back the enemy. No one in a million years ever expect an average human to put a space marine on the defensive. As Max keeps up his attacks, the unnatural blank abilities expand over the area more. The space marine jumps further back from Max. No one didn't believe their own eyes at what they see; the space marine removes his helmet. Though mostly human, the scars of Malice show how dedicated the space marine is.

He says, "You will be what we need to bring our God forth into this reality. Live for now and be ready for the sacrifice for Malice."

The space marine covers his head. His message sent a few waves of doubt to the eldar who heard him; however, Max didn't care about the message as he tries to attack him. Before he can fight, orks come rushing at the alliance. Max and the others fall back to their allies. Once they orks are close enough, they engage the green skin xenos and easily repel them. After the fighting dies down, the alliance uses this time to recover and try to understand what happen. The message the space marine gave Max leaves him with more questions than before.

Chapter 1: Section 1 – 5

The ork war boss Bakk Crakka keeps his boys mad and ready; they suffer tremendous causalities at the hands of the enemy. Though the ork war boss has fought and killed space marines before, none have ever given Bakk Crakka a reason to take more caution than before. Nearly all his war camps have been destroyed. Most of his war chiefs are burning up. Many orks have been killed by bolter fire and melta guns. As the remaining orks run to go and find more reinforcements, the last loyal bunch of the war boss stays aware. They listen and hear footsteps around the area. Before one ork can call out to his others, the sons of Malice rush on the ork and strike at them. Bakk Crakka rallies his horde as they try to take down the sword and axe wielding space marines. As the mob of orks rush with their war boss to the few space marines, a surprise comes to them. From behind their backs, a large number of humans run silently at the enemy. They speak no words for the thrill of battle. A mark of the chaos renegade God covers their armor. The silent army is of twisted recruits and broken conscripts. Only a few true space marines of Malice stand silently by and watch as the young fighters charge into the orks.

War boss Bakk Crakka laughs and roars, "Look at dis now. Da humies brought dem ah army fo us to slaughta. Waaagh!"

The ork horde cries, "WAAAAAAGH!"

As the orks rush into the silent army of Malice, the carnage begins. The swing of the chainsaw sword cuts open the ork skin; a bash to the head of a human cripples one. For every five to ten orks engaging a single recruit, the person takes them down with an explosive. The orks cheer for the madness and death around them. Though the orks roar loudly, they lose more than the silent army does. It didn't take the orks long to think of retreating as the numbers go down. Once the numbers of orks fall to a handful of mobs with their war chiefs, the silent army corners them. The same silent officer approaches. She looks down at the sad, pitiful creatures. No way for them to escape. No other sign of reinforcements. All she does is whispers under her breath a single word: Prey.

The orks try to fight back against the enemy. All die leaving only one war chief alive to be taken down. Before having the head lopped off, the silent officer halts the orders. The silent army knells all around as the ork chief is held down. It looks up and roars at the officer. She removes her helmet and looks down at the beast with eyes as black as dark space.

She says, "You will live to send a message to your war boss. Let him know that he will be a fine meal and sacrifice for our God."

The soldiers let the ork go. It runs in the last known direction of ork territory. The true prize manages to get away from them. The silent army leaves back to its camp. As she walks with her head held high, a message comes from one of the slaves by her side.

The slave says, "Your scout has returned. He reports that the eldar and human alliance is not easily broken by a single space marine."

The officer hushes the slave with a gesture of her hand. She places her helmet back on and chuckles. Her laughter alerts the others around her. They all look to her; she looks to them. It didn't take much for the others to understand what is to come soon. At the imperial base of operations, several ork bands step up their attack. Though the war boss is not found, the three war chiefs keep their clan organize. The ork kills pile on in front of the base. Before any ork bodies make a pile for cover, each stack is burned by warp fires and melta bombs. Max keeps up his assault with his personal guard with him. Though Kayleth is only but a few feet away from him, she finds herself watching out for his safety. An ork nearly cuts her eyes out if Veldoran did not interfere and burn the green skin xeno to ash.

He says, "We are in the midst of battle. Why does your mind drift elsewhere?"

Kayleth adjusts her mind and returns to battle; Veldoran looks off in the direction of Max. He sees him fighting and more aggressive than before; Lucas joins the warlock and sighs to see such division between their two friends.

He says, "You have noticed it too by now. Kayleth and Max are less around each other due to his constant affection to her. What do you think, Veldoran?"

Veldoran replies, "I do not need to know of where her mind is at. I only require her focus and determination for our people; this issue between Max and her must be mend before the worse falls on either of them in battle. If anything, Max knows that she cannot love him."

Lucas adds, "Yet, she has shown much concern for him in the past. Tell me something, warlock. Do all eldar women behave as their female commanders do?"

He answers, "I know only as much as the next of my kin does. Some things are best left alone for others to experience. For now, we return to battle. They will need our help."

As the orks retreat from the alliance, a victory cry is heard. Max slays his last ork and returns with his group to be informed of their progress. Kayleth watches from afar as he spends his time focusing on the current affairs.

Lucas walks up beside her, "Love can be a scary emotion. In eldar, it must be a dangerous thing for one such as you."

Kayleth says, "It is nothing new. He knew the risks of trying to be with me. If you have anything to inform me of, speak plainly."

He laughs and answers, "Well, we have our alliance in good shape. Both of our kind is getting along. The only thing missing is proper motivation from some people. Let's head back to the base and set up our next strategy."

Max dismisses his personal guard and allows himself a moment of peace. He sits on a rock just away from his allies. The eldar rangers and scouts of the imperium talk about their latest kills. They go on about how well they fight together. Veldoran appears just beside Max.

He asks, "What is your desire for Autarch Kayleth?"

Max scoffs and says, "Oh, for the love of all that is holy, don't tell me Lucas put you up to this? Or is she having another one of her moments where she is conflicted and can't speak?"

Veldoran tilts his head and replies, "I barely know of where her mind is at? I only ask her for what she is willing to share. So, I ask you again: What is your desire for her? Why do you purse her so vigorously if she has warned you of being attached to her?"

Max sighs, "She is the most beautiful woman of the eldar that I have ever seen. Kayleth is strong, bold, and able than most commanders; she will gladly do what is right for her kind and sacrifice herself to save you all if it means keeping you safe. I understand a little as to why she still does not want me to love her. She denies it; she hates it. The idea of me loving her is a frightening experience; I purse her because she is worth it. She will make an able queen among her kind. I can't expect her to understand it now, but I want her to know this much. I love her for who she is. I like her for the rough side of her personality despite how much she uses it to hide her soft side. Though she is a difficult woman and can be misleading, I know in her heart that she wants it. Let's get back to base. I have spoken enough for you to know."

Veldoran accepts the statement and adds, "I won't speak of this to her. When the time comes, you will tell her. Pray she doesn't try to kill you at the time."

As Max orders the troops back, the eldar scouts sprint to their kin. It didn't take long for the alliance to return back to the base. Once there, the two factions celebrate in their own way. The eldar keep their selves at peace and stand alert. A few scouts stand next to imperial scouts as they head out as a team to look for any sign of ork parties advancing. The imperial guardian officers talk to the imperial guardsmen about the great victories that lie ahead. Though most of the faction stands apart from each other, Carl and Shelia share a few moments of conversation among themselves. It draws the eyes and ears of others. Though only friends on and off the battle, the two maintain a truce that each feels must be shown.

Lucas and Lina issue out the final orders for everywhere as they enjoy their night alone. Max returns to the command console and looks over the reports from each division. Veldoran returns to his warlocks and mediates on the affairs of today with his warp power forming a shield around himself; the other warlocks train their mind and body to further enhance their skills. Kayleth retreats to her private sanctum and relaxes her mind; her thoughts think of battle. She becomes easily distracted by the face of Max; Kayleth tightens her fists and tries to focus on her warp power. It hums with a low sound only to slowly fade away. She tries desperately to keep her mind on the enemy. Every thought curves to one single person. She opens her eyes and finds herself annoyed with the distraction; Kayleth takes a blade in hand and tries to strike a few times. Each swing is slightly off and she stops. She thinks of Max yet again. After she sprints off from the eldar camp and comes to a center field, she roars loudly as her warp flame of the War God Khaine erupts. The flames burn the field around her to ash and leave the ground scorched. Veldoran and the eldar look to the south-west of the land to see her warp energy shine brightly. A few guardsmen take note of this and report it to Max.

He replies, "It is nothing. Stay vigilant and send no soldiers out to the area. If the matter becomes worse, I will go."

After the soldier leaves, Veldoran appears before Max, "You may need to sooth her rage to keep her less than distracted by you."

Max sarcastically laughs, "So, now she needs comfort from the one she rather kill herself more than anyone? Yeah, why don't I just go ahead and give her a nice set of flowers."

Veldoran points out, "It is not for her sake that I ask you. It is for yours; she isn't showing too many signs that she wishes to talk to others."

Before any more word comes forth, a second scout reports to Max about the increase of heat. He looks back to see the warlock gone. With all reports reading positive, Max shrugs his shoulders heads outside of the base. At the edge of the camp, Max sees the guardians and imperial guardsmen worry with great concern; he assures them all that everything will be alright. To his surprise, Wraithseer Elenwe stands ready to use her warp power to shield the camp. She looks to Max as he walks ahead of her. Elenwe lets her doubts fade away and keeps the camp relaxed; Lucas and Lina join the front line with Veldoran coming up.

Lucas says, "So, what do you all believe will happen?"

Elenwe replies, "I believe we have our answer to that. It happened before."

Lina adds, "Yeah, it is pretty much an obvious thing she does by now. I always thought it was only what eldar females do, but clearly I was wrong."

Veldoran interrupts, "It can go that way, but this is something else. For now, let's set the camp in order and wait."

Every footstep he takes, it draws him closer to the center. Each tree and bush he walks by shows that the flames have reduce them to ash. There is no way for a mere mortal to survive this kind of heat and fire. Luckily for Max Johnson, he is no one normal. The journey takes him twenty minutes to reach the source of the problem. Once in the center of the field, he sees her. She shines brightly and burns gently; she has carried this unknown feeling with her for a great amount of time. Every time she allows her mind to drift, it brings her a weakness she refuses to tolerate. Kayleth of craft world Alaitoc begs for the emotion to pass away from her.

Max stops just far from her. Instead of calling to her, he continues to watch her. No words can express what he sees. No amount of training can prepare him for what he sees. Not even the words from his parents told him to be ready for something such as this. As his blank abilities shield him from the warp energy, Max takes a deep breath and continues his walk. Before he can get any closer, he crushes a small twig. The noise causes Kayleth to whip around and see Max. Her body is burning with too much warp flames. Her eyes are completely shooting fire out from within. Her armor sends small fire flakes into the air. All she knows is complete rage. Max looks at her and still he can't believe what he feels. He waves cautiously only to see that coming here was a mistake.

Kayleth cries fiercely, "WHY?!"

Max scratches his head. With just a smile, he whispers the same words once told to her long ago.

He reaches his hand out to her, "Kayleth, you don't have to be mad, confused, or unsure. I didn't mean to leave a mark on you before. And, I apologize for what I did to make you feel so distracted. But, you don't have to do this alone. You don't have to be strong when you are near me. You can allow yourself this one chance to be weak. It can help you focus again."

Instead of attacking or rush at him, she stands perfectly still. The flame still burns with the ground slowly sinking in. The same rage unleashed; Max approaches her more. Kayleth slowly moves backwards before throwing a large warp sphere at him. The sphere passes through him and tears up the ground. Max continues to move slowly forward; Kayleth tries one last time to use all her warp energy to obliterate her target. Before she can bring her arms forward, Max rushes up to her and firmly holds her arms. He grips her hand high and raises the other hand to the sky. He looks deep into her fiery eyes and slowly sees them changing back to normal. The flame of Khaine slowly slips away from her. Once again, she is at peace and the moment of weakness comes from her.

Kayleth says, "Please, I don't want to feel this way anymore. I can't allow myself to…"

Before another word is spoken, Max hushes her lips and tries to hold her.

He says, "There will be more time for you to understand this. For now, no more eldar tricks, no manipulation, no more rage, and no more trying to hit me. I only want you to be at peace with this. And if you need help, I will be there to show you that this is not going to harm you."

Max lets her go, but she holds his hands longer. Max smiles a little. Her hands are soft and smooth. Though the rage is still there, she finally allows herself to accept some form of peace. The feeling still frightens her.

Kayleth says, "I… want more time to understand this; I am afraid of what will happen to me. But, I want to know what this feeling is."

He happily answers back, "Don't worry. By the time our kids are born, they will remember their parents as two vicious people."

She slowly says, "Kids….?"

Before Max can give her a smile, Kayleth punches him in the jaw, "If that is your way of convincing me to be at peace, it won't work Max."

Max looks at her annoyed, "Good, at least you're not being so weak to where I can easily push you over. I still can't believe you are not learning anything."

As the two bicker in the field, four leaders enjoy their night time preparations together.

Lucas says, "We will give them about another three minutes before we set out. Right now, our forces are prepared for the ork activity we discovered."

Veldoran adds, "I can only hope they will improve more than continue holding back."

Elenwe and Lina order the troops to be ready as they advance north-west. The journey would be a long one and much fire power is needed. The Faded Light and War Harbinger float above the camp. Once the majority of troops are aboard, a communication is sent to Max and Kayleth about their plans. The two agree to put off their moment. As a shuttle comes to Max, he takes one last look at Kayleth to see her clear eyes.

He says, "So, are you ok?"

Before she steps into the warp portal, she tries to utter similar words to him. As much as she wants to question him, Kayleth looks away towards her warp portal.

Kayleth replies, "I don't like any of this, but I will try to be less preserved about it."

After she steps into the warp portal, Max signals the shuttle. It didn't take long for the army to begin advancing to the north-west. The morale of the alliance is high. The leaders look forward to finding out who the space marines of Malice are. Even as dark as the galaxy is, the journey to the end shows that the light is always ready to shine.

(I recently have been updating and changing a few names, scenes and events in the story. Rest assure, the important names will remain in the story (Max Johnson, Lucas Turner, Lina, Kayleth, etc). The new names will either be changed like the new characters; however, I will finish up this story for all those that read it when I have time and if work isn't too much. For now, keep on reviewing what you read and leave a comment if you like what you see.