Sean and the other soldiers shuffled in place. The call was upon them. With the gate destroyed, they where tasked with destroying the defilers that bombarded the field ahead of them. "Men, I want you all to know that you may not all survive. So I want each and everyone of you to know that your sacrifice will not be in vain, as it will secure a foot hold on a planet long lost to the Imperium of Man. Priest, if you may." He said, ending his speech for the priest to give them their prayers.

Sean looked at his squad. Each one was checking gear and loading up. The plan was to have sentinels sweep the inside for armor and infantry, and then begin the assault. He glanced at the charge on his plasma launcher and nodded at the full battery. He turned to see Alice walking to him. He fumbled with the gun to put it back on his chest holster and nearly dropped it. "Sean... Thank you." She said with a soft smile. This shocked Sean as she was actually showing real sympathy. She hadn't done that since he had come out of his world, which was only 2 years ago.

He was born on a penal world. His father was believed to be a deserter and mother a cultist. By the mercy of his adopted father, he was sent to the military, sparing him anymore harm. During his life on the world, he seen men and women fight tooth and nail at each other. Rape, murder, chaos worship, it was all almost common place. He hated it so much that he ended up shooting down three boys that were turning to the chaos that consumed the planet. He was then forgiven and granted access to the military. He didn't dare to fight the judgement of others, because he knew how hard it is to fight just for basic human needs and survival. The world was name: St. Josmane's Hope of the Cadian sub-sector.

He was loading up with his squad as the assault prepared. He and the others heard the sounds of roaring engines and screaming of squeaky tracks. The shutter of the cabin indicated they were mobilizing. As they waited, the sounds of explosions rattled through the cabins. Even Sean wasn't mistaking it, artillery was hitting them hard. He than heard the sounds stop and the firing of the lazcannon mounted on the chimera. The door snapped downward and they rushed out and was met with lazgun fire.

Sean had a small heart attack as he came face to face with a bolter turret. He thought himself lucky as it seemed powered down. The turret didn't turn him into mincemeat so he thanked who ever did that. He hid next to it with his squad as they took shots at nearby cultists, effectively ripping up their infantry enough to let theirs insert. After reloading, Sean and his squad moved into the space and divided and conquered. Suddenly a deploying chimera was ripped apart by a defiler shell. Sean was knocked down by the shock wave and attempted to get up. The minute he sat up a cultist was on him. It raised a knife above it's head and attempted to slash his neck. He grabbed it's wrists and reversed the knife back into it's chest and proceeded to stab it time and time again.

Even while it was dead, Nyoa had to drag him off while he dangerously swung the knife constantly. After he settled down, the marching of sentinels ran through and tore through the defilers like a finger through wet tissue paper.

They had won. The marching of infantry platoons and rolling treads of basilisks sound through the field as the squad was left breathless. "Tower, Sparky, Sean, Rudy, Thomas, Nate, and Nyoa." Called out Alice giving a head count on the squad. The sergeant nodded as he gave a impressed hum and returned to the commissar. Sean felt something else helped them today. He saw the eldar staring him down and yet when the deployed the turrets were off and the gate fell like a chump. He didn't feel like this was going to end well.

He shook his head at the thought of a xenos helping them. So many uncontrollable soldiers took the dignity of their soldiers, and if not that then hey had to hold a grudge for defeats by a race less intelligent then they are. He than had an interesting thought: "Do eldar have a thing for humans?" His spine was racked with shutters and slight disgust. The thought stayed though and he had even more crazier thoughts ranging from romance to lust. He would understand if they wanted sex, being so uptight meant you had to loose steam at one point.

"Men, we will establish and fortify a foothold here. We will cleanse this planet of orks and chaos. We will reclaim our titan!" Shouted their general as they began to dig in.


Maelaeth looked onward at the ork bases and nodded at the rangers. Their rangers mobilized and pushed through smoke and gravel as they lined up the ork boss. With a single volley the tub of lard dropped like a sack of gems.

She shifted uncomfortably as the march was hard and the interest in the guardsman turned into near obsession. The sight was interesting enough, but now she dreamt of what he would be like. Like another soldier, or a maniac? It ate at her during the deployment since they first locked eyes.

"Council woman. Is there something wrong?" Asked the farseer. She just gave a nod as the seer listened in. "Some humans are interesting, yes? I wish to find a specific specimen." She said grabbing the seer's attention at full. "Yes they have odd qualities, but I we need to focus on the survival of the soul stone. As for who or what's the specific life form you seek?" She asked with interest. Knowing one of her council seeking an individual specimen meant that they were of great interest.

"A simple guardsman among the humans. I should keep my eyes encase I find him. Corpse or living." She said with a stern voice. The seer nodded, believing that the specimen will be of grand achievement. "Mistresses, Ork stronghold ahead. Human forces plan to march through by next 7 rotations. Shall we assist on the assault?" Asked a wraith commander. The seer and council member exchanged concerned glances and nodded. "There maybe a valuable specimen among the military. We must mobilize and intercept. We are bound to the path anyway." Said the seer looking at the operations from a tactical point.

The wraith saluted and moved to inform and Maelaeth was thinking about that same soldier, praying he will survive the reckless assaults the Imperium orders.