It has been four months since the arrival of the last loyal Primarch Uriel. In that time with the immensely bolstered forces of the Imperium. The legions of chosen Abbadon have been all but destroyed the fleets not even besieging daemon world just unleashing planet killers and moving on. Abbadon has order all planets be summoned into the warp seeking protection in the Empreyan. All chaos worlds had since disappeared the Imperium turning its eyes towards the biggest threat the orks. The High Lords of Terra formed a all out crusade against the known greenskin hordes sending the mightiest warriors to the fore. The phoenix marines fleet itself counted for more than half of the combined might of the old Imperium massed naval power with thousands of Phoenix dreadnaughts who's size put even the mammoth space hulks to shame. The orcs under the command of Warlord Ghazgkull Thraka had been formed into a massive army the war ridden race doing the impossible uniting. Yaskia the giant planet who's biological mass was more than eighty times the size of terra's holy star. The planet was renowned throughout the Imperium as the first major offensive the orks had ever taken after the reckoning of the final days of the great crusade. Billions of colonist had died many of being grown like food. The Imperium had only tried once to retake that planet a entire chapter of space marines had almost been decimated. For the greenskins of that world were monstrous in their power and age. Their skin the color of deep purple eyes glowing like red coals. They towered over even the Astartes. The Imperium would know now if it had the strength to take the fight to the greatest of enemies.
Aboard the Phoenix Flagship Imperiatus Uriel stood watching the flames of the massive ork fleet move into position.
"My lord the enemy will come into range in less then ten minutes all battle preparations are made what are your order?" The Tactics marine reported.
" Charge all lance batteries arm all torpedo tubes launch all Blood claws and prepare the landing parties this scum has plagued the Imperium for long enough since the days of the Emperor they have flaunted their genetic power but now we shall show them the divine might of the Phoenix…… ALL SHIPS OPEN FIRE SEND THESE BASTARDS BACK TO THE ABYSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Thousands of torpedoes flew from the advancing lines of ships slamming into the Dreadnaughts of the phoenix marines. The darkness of space was illuminated briefly from the massed explosions. The massive Dreadnaughts shrugged off the massive blows returning fire with giant las lances cutting through the ork lines. Destroying all but the mightiest of cruisers in the front lines. Thousands of fighters converged in battle between the approaching fleets. Miniature starburst flickering on and off as fighters were destroyed. No phoenix marine craft were in that swirling melee instead thousands of cobras and lightings flitting through the space followed by the lumbering shoota fightas of the orks. The fleets spat fire between them three of the twenty dreadnaughts had been put out of action drifting in space leaking plasma and atmosphere the captains of those ships resigned their ships to be armed fighter platforms since they would be nothing of a help in the mighty pitched battle.
The two massive fleets raced towards each other blossoms of fire sprouting up every where when a ship would explode the faster and lighter ships of both sides reaching each other before their heavier counter parts created mixes of pitched battles as they tried to out maneuver and out flank the other barrel spinning their giant ships in the parody of a dance one Imperium frigate its hulls bleeding plasma rammed a opposing ship destroying them both igniting the leaked plasma immolating numerous other ships for bare seconds before the last of the plasma burned out thousands of las blasts filled the space between the fleets, flurries of torpedoes flew at their targets some detonating prematurely with collisions with fighter craft Cobras unleashed masses of bombs upon approaching enemy ships. One ship badly damaged flew straight into a enemy frigates engines detonating due to the extreme heat the soldiers of the Imperium filled with Fanatic fervor as they were led into battle by one of the demigods of old but this one was alive he was not some old face upon a statue he was real he was flesh that proved all of the Emperors words in its truth fanaticism filled the worlds of the Imperium now with the crushing defeat of Abbadons forces billions of volunteers filled the Imperial legion all fighting with the strength of those truly faithful overflowing the military from billions to staggering trillions as they fought the enemy with numbers akin to that of the tyranid nothing would stop the second great crusade for their greatest enemies had already been purged and now united under the lords of terra and the last Primarch they unleashed humanities full fury against their foe . The orks in a desperate attempt employed entry level craft the Massive Roks to take up the brunt of Imperium assault. Massive Krusha Kruzaz's matched the dreadnaughts for speed and fire power. But the one at the fore made the other cruisers look like mere playthings approaching the size of the Imperiatus the cruiser was the infamous Super Krusha captained by the infamous orks freebooter Badrukk. A massive leering ork skull formed the pinnacle of the ship. Angling slightly to the side the Kruza numerous ports opening on its sides with dim light lit behind them revealing boarding craft and grappling hooks to attach to the Imperiatus.
" Sir should we angle to decimate them with las fire" again inquired the Tactics Marine
"No we shall meet and crush these monsters on their own terms to show them how pathetic their race truly is ready boarding parties and vox the armory to tell them I am on the way and that I expect my hammer to be waiting for me, Second thought tell them to ready my shield as well".