Author"s Note: Here is the next snippet. you see any spelling or grammar mistakes then please point them out.
Alpha: As for explaining Stark and the Hulk, both are essentially under Fury's protection. Or at least Stark is. The Hulk is less a team member here and a doomday weapon employed as a last resort. Stark can at least hide under Fury's Inquisitorial protection.
Marsen Primaris. Segmentum Tempestus. .996 M41
Ten alabaster giants stood proudly as they poured bolter fire into the orkoid hordes. Varion Nicanor tracked and killed ork after ork with clinical shots while the Cadian Guardsmen poured las-fire into the orks.
Marsen Primaris was just one of the many manufactorum worlds in the Segmentum Tempestus, but the Imperium was loath to let it fall to the orks. Naturally, the Praetors of Orpheus had been one of the forces that had responded to the call. A Second Founding Chapter of the Ultramarines, they were oath-sworn to respond to the help of a Mechanicus-affilated world like Marsen Primaris.
Squad Nicanor of the Praetors Third Company was just one of the many forces deployed to bolster the Imperial defenses on this world. At first the Third Company had great success, but the arrival of fresh orkish reinforcements had forced them on the defenses. Captain Atreus had fought a magnificent battle against the orks, applying his Primarch's Codex Astartes masterfully, making the orks pay for every step they took. Truly the Guard and the Astartes fought heroically against great odds.
Marsen Prime's forge cites were blasted and strewn with rubble from ork guns as countless orks and Guardsmen fought in the streets. But now Squad Nicanor had the bad luck of facing down the ork warboss himself. Varion Nicanor was a veteran of over a century and a half's worth of conflicts against the Imperium of Mankind. Born on the world of Orpheus Prime and inducted into the noble ranks of the Praetors, very little usually ranked him.
But even he gritted his teeth and muttered an oath at the sight of the massive ork warlord advancing across the rubble strewn plaza. The ork was fully two heads taller than the next biggest ork and was clad in a crude suit of ceramite plates that hissed and clanked. Around him were a half-dozen hulking ork bodyguards.
It lifted some sort of crude energy cannon and fired a massive bolt of plasma at the Imperial lines. Nicanor saw Brother Aerion's upper half disintegrated by the blast. His twin hearts beat with hatred as he shouted orders for Brother Rerion to bring up the heavy bolter and focus fire.
Squad Nicanor stood little chance of surviving the ork warlord's personal attentions. But they could hopefully have a chance of taking it down and helping the Imperial war effort on some manner by cutting the head off the beast.
''Brother-Sergeant!'' Lukias, the squad's second in command abruptly voxed him.
''Yes?''
''Reinforcements are inbound.''
''Thank Guilliman. How many?'' Nicanor questioned as his helm's targeter-runes selected one of the bodyguards, he squeezed the trigger and the ork's head erupted in a however of brain matter. The ork's body staggered forward for several steps before finally collapsing. Unconcerned the Warboss and his men charged forward right into the teeth of the Imperial defenses.
''One,'' Lukias reported.
''One,'' Nicanor repeated in disbelief. Then there was a loud cracking noise and a burst of light. Nicanor's visor immediately polarized. He recognized a teleport burst of course. He saw a single black-armored figure appear.
It was a Deathwatch Astartes. Judging by the ornate armor he was a Watch-Captain. Nicanor saw the symbol of the Ultramarines outlined on a blue field on one shoulder guard. Then the Captain shifted and Nicanor's heart leapt as he saw the figure's other heraldry, a white star and an aquila.
He knew who this was. Any Ultramarine or Ultramarine successor knew who this was. This was Servius Regulus, an ancient hero-captain of the Ultramarines who had fought in the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.
In the aftermath of the Heresy, Regulus had pursued a vile Word Bearer Chaos Lord unto a warp rift. After almost ten millennia he was thought lost until they discovered his shattered ship fused to a space hulk that vomited out of the warp. Amazingly the Ultramarines who found the ship discovered he was still alive. They tested him in every way. Librarians tested him. Chaplains tested him. The Ultramarines even brought the Inquisition to see for any hint or any kind of corruption at all. They found none. Regulus was completely pure and untainted.
Nicanor remembered the day he got the news. The entire Praetors Chapter had celebrated. The Emperor had smiled upon the sons of Guilliman.
With that Regulus declined to return to the ranks of the Ultramarines chapter proper. They already had their own set of Captains and he felt too much had changed for his liking. Instead he volunteered for the Deathwatch and the most dangerous missions he could take in the Emperor's name.
Nicanor studied this man and the military campaigns when he was just a scout-initiate in the Praetors 10th Company. He was a legendary hero. Nicanor briefly gazed at the round relic-shield. According to legends the shield had been found in some ancient Terran vaults and was completely indestructible. The Emperor himself had allegedly presented it to the Ultramarines Legion on crusade.
Rapidly, Regulus moved into combat, legion blade gleaming with white fire as he raised his shield. The warboss roared and fired the crude plasma rifle at him, but the Ultramarine's shield protected him as he moved in to close quarters.
The shield slammed into the warboss's face, the strange metal of the shield shattering the armored jaw of the xenos warlord. The Watch-Captain spun around, legion blade beheading an ork bodyguard and removing the limb for another.
An ork power claw rebounded off the Captain's shield as Regulus blocked a power claw with his legion blade before smashing the shield into another ork bodyguard and beheading another. In less than ten seconds all of the orks bodyguards were dead and Regulus faced off with the ork warboss.
The thing roared at him, sending drool and gore over the Ultramarine. The Watch-Captain stoically ignored that and proceeded to engage in close quarter combat with the ork warlord, legion blade raised.
Power claw and relic sword clashed as the Captain blocked blow after blow with his shield. Nicanor shouted orders to gun down any orks that tried to interfere as the two mighty warriors fought out to the bloody finish.
Then, with a silver-white flash, Regulus's blade removed the ork's head. The massive skull of the ork warlord hit the ground and rolled away. The huge body of the ork fell to the floor in a thud as the Captain headed into battle again.
After four more bloody minutes of combat the Imperials finally managed to finish off the ork presence here. Nicanor walked up to the Watch-Captain who took care to clean his sword and shield of ork gore.
The Captain's winged helm turned to look at him. ''The Praetors of Orpheus correct? The Second Founding?''
''Yes sir,'' Nicanor nodded.
''I knew him. Caius Orpheus I mean. That was before the Second Founding though. He would be proud of you.'' Regulus said, referenced the legendary first Chapter Master of the Praetors of Orpheus. The nostalgia in his voice was obvious.
''Sir. We're honored to have you here,'' Nicanor said. The Space Marine's own surprise was hidden by his helmet, but even he couldn't entirely hide his excitment from his voice. Here he was meeting a living hero in the flesh.
''No, the honor is mine to fight alongside such brave men. I'm glad to know the Emperor has servants just as brave as they were during the Great Crusade,'' Regulus said.
''Sir, are there more reinforcements coming along?'' Major Sykes, the Cadian officer asked.
''Yes. Elements of the Aurora Chapter and the Valhallan Guard are moving to support,'' Regulus told him. Nicanor knew both of them well. The Aurora were another Ultramarine successor chapter that specialized in armored warfare and the Vallhallans were known for their hatred of orks.
''How are your troops Major? How are the men?'' the Ultramarine continued. Nicanor detected a note of genuine concern in the Captain's voice.
''We're managing sir,'' Sykes told him.
''Captain Atreus will want to meet with you sir,'' Nicanor informed.
''Of course. We'll do that. We must be prepared for an immediate counter-offensive to link up…'' Regulus immediately began to issue a series of orders. Quickly the Praetors and the Cadians began their counter-attack.
Above, ramshackle ork fighters screamed through the skies, firing weaponry down at Imperial forces below. Above Marsen Primaris, a whole new air front was opened up. Currently it was an evenly matched struggle but that was changed soon.
A single red and gold figure flew rapidly behind the fighter craft and raised a single gauntlet. A crimson laser then cut through one of the wings of the fighters and sent it plummeting to the ground. Another blast cored another ork fighter, sending scraps of metal spinning into the air. Magos Stark took a casual swoop down into the streets below, helm-targeters selecting several ork armored vehicles moving up a highway into the city. The Magos then selected a set of missiles from his battlesuit and fired.
Red-orange explosions bloomed on the highway below as the missiles took out several ork IFVs. The red and gold form of Magos Stark then flew right into another street and landed on the ground below in a metallic thud.
The armor he wore was a work of art beyond anything in the Imperium. He had found it on one of the long-forgotten tech-vaults beneath Terra during one of his trips to humanity's homeworld. There he found a relic from before the Dark Age of Technology, a battlesuit that had he eagerly reconstructed.
Some of the more hardline elements in the Mechanicus argued that the tech he used and the innovative elements he had in developing it were heretical. But Stark himself argued that everything he did was the Omnissiah's will and fully sanctioned by Mechanicus laws if you just interpreted it right. Stark himself has his position strengthened by Inquisitor Fury's patronage.
Stark had repaid that debt by serving in Fury's own personal task force to put out brushfires. Stark had then met all sorts of people there. Fury had indeed collected some of the best fighters and warriors in the Imperium, but not all of them were exactly what Stark expected.
One thing was for sure, Stark himself was fascinated by the ancient data-banks and the technology in that long-forgotten storehouse. While his rivals in the Mechanicus had made opposition to any sort of mass production of his armor, Stark himself took to the field as much as he could with this armor.
While Stark preferred his workshops to the battlefield, he couldn't ignore the dire straits humanity was in. He saw a chance to help humanity. When Stark found that armor, he realized he could make a real difference.
Before him, on a rubble-strewn street, Stark's sensors saw the form of a plundered Leman Russ rumble down the street towards a group of Cadian guardsmen. The orks had probably captured it during the initial stages of their invasion. Star raised a gauntlet and fired a single rocket.
''Tank missile,'' Stark grinned with what remained of his organic face beneath his helmet as the Leman Russ tank exploded in a shower of metal. The Magos then flew past the cheering Cadians as he headed into the skies again.
While like all good Imperial citizens, Stark despised orks, not only for their xenos nature but for also their haphazard and ramshackle approach to technology. They had no elegance or art at all to their work. Stark honestly had a great time blowing them apart.
Below he saw the various Imperial forces slug it out with the orks. He saw the camo patterns of the Cadian and the Vallhallan regiments along with the dull ochre of the local PDF. He saw the white and blue of the Praetors of Orpheus.
Ah, the Praetors. Stark knew them well. They were a chapter with close ties to the Mechanicus. Stark himself had allies of his own in that chapter, especially after he helped repair Chapter Master Hyperion's Land Raider during the Siege of Renvas. It was one of his proudest moments actually, refitting a Land Raider in a cave with a box of scraps.
But enough of introspection… Stark thought as he opened a vox link.
''How's it going Pym?''
''Two Engine-kills,'' Princeps Pym of the Fire Wasps voxed back as his massive Warlord Titan, the Gigantes Rex, strode over the burning city. Massive weapon emplacements blasted apart ork tanks and entire mobs of greenskins on the ground.
''What about the tanks?'' Stark asked.
''Tanks don't count. Any Titan pilot worth his salt can kill tanks,'' Pym sneered.
''So I take it I'm winning then. Don't worry, drinks are on me,'' Stark voxed. If there was one remnant of his organic life that Stark stubbornly retained even after his extensive augmentations it was his love for good drink.
Ahead Stark spotted a massive ork gargant. The Gigantes Rex then opened fire at the gargant as the two Titans managed to overload their void shields after a minute of weapons fire. Then Stark swooped in and turned his repulsors to blow off the head of the ork gargant.
The red and gold figure of the Magos did a figure-eight in the air before giving off a salute to Pym's Titan before flying off into another part of the warzone.
''Stark?'' Regulus's voice came over the vox. Stark liked Regulus. He was a little starchy, but Stark would think of no better man to have by your side in battle.
''Ah, Servius my friend. What can I do for you?''
''I have a Guard armored battalion in need of support. I'm feeding you the coordinates,'' The Ultramarine told him.
''Will do Servius. How are things on your end?'' Stark asked.
''I've already personally escorted the ork warlord leading the invasion to the gates of hell,'' Servius informed him.
''Ah, excellent. Now let's finish the job. I'm going to need a drink after this.''
Author's Note: So Captain America is a Space Marine in this fusion. As a super soldier it's really a no-brainer. Making Cap into an Ultramarine seemed like a fairly obvious move to do. I changed his name to something more Roman-sounding though, but I kept the initials.
