They had arrived. While scouts observed the outer ruins, Sean shivered in the cold. "Mon'kiegh, put on some clothes!" Shouted Mealaeth as she tried once more to get him in the eldar clothes. "N-no way xeno! Y-You can go a-and fuck o-off!" He said shuttering and speaking through chattering teeth.

Suddenly a scout ran back to the halted convoy. "An ork WAAAAAGGGG is present in the ruins, with a human landing." He said as eldar turned to the human. "What? Last I remembered there was a ork WAAAGGG behind us, and unless y'all want a cruel fate by mutant hoards, then we gotta push through either way." He said as he look at the ruined city.

They moved through slowly as they could only move with the soul stone. "Stupid mon'kiegh. I knew he would pull something like this." Growled Telria as she and her wraiths followed suit. They then found themselves right next to a ork settlement. "Damn, can we warp around this?" Asked Sean as he practically was just a couple meters from his imperium. "We can, but if we don't eliminate their warboss we can't stop long enough to think on the next camp."

He growled as he knew it came down to it. A disorganized WAAAAGGG meant that you actually had the chance of out witting it. With a warboss meant they had at least some tactics and could track you down eventually.

As the rangers were sent out, he watched as orks mobilized around, almost like preparing for an attack. Mealaeth looked as him once more as he obviously went numb to the cold, but there was no frostbite or wounds apparent that she could see. Something was obviously wrong about him. He wasn't corrupt and he didn't seem to even be touched by madness. She wondered what was happening in his head.

"They cannot save you." It whisper once more as he watched the ork patterns. "Shut up." He muttered as the voice had been pestering him since the sewer tunnels. He looked over to the warboss's position and saw the rangers all train their sights. The builders were ready for a rapid jump and he had to be too if he wanted to make it out.

The collective shots echoed as the rangers quickly retreated back into the webway. Instantly they were spotted as they moved out. The soul stone managed to jump ahead and he and everyone else with it. They thought they were in the clear until they heard a horn. They whipped around and saw a ork on top of a wall as he screamed and pointed at them.

"Shit! Form a circle!" Shouted a guardian leader as they rallied around the webway gate and soul stone. Orks started to swarm them as the gate charges reset. "Sean!" Mealaeth shouted to him. He was out of grenades and had no weapons. He looked over and saw her offering a sword.

Instantly he grasped it and charged against some slugga' boyz. He glided ork to ork, slashing them open in vital points. In his momentum, he came across the wraith leader in her element. They ran, jumped, and cut among the hoard. It was almost like a dance along the battlefield as they made short work of them.

Instantly, before anyone could say or do anything, a tankbusta took a shot a Sean. He was blown back as shrapnel shattered into him and was thrown off the side into an open canal he was close to. "SEAN!" Shouted Mealaeth and Telria as he fell.

"Come to me" it spoke to him as he felt darkness envelop his view. As he tumbled down a sudden hard impact was met with his body. He felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. The encroaching madness and deamons in his mind coming to like. He remembered it all, the scar and what it could do. He knew what will happen to him if anyone found out. He would be seen as a heretic, a traitor, a coward. He felt his senses slowly pull together as he tried to move. His head felt like migraines were ripping through it as he rose. He struggled to stand correctly as he felt that something had broken in the tumble. He crouched down and felt the pain in his left leg. It was obviously broken or fractured at the ankle and he was stuck in what felt like a breeding pit of mutants. He looked up and heard the sounds of battle leave, but the sounds of charging orks was still apparent.

He slowly looked up as the sounds soon ceased. Chasing after the eldar who must have warped already. He slowly looked up at the wall, glancing at every detail. He found multiple loose bricks and already decaying patches of them. He slowly slipped his hand into a moldy space that he tested. He found another and another. Soon he was climbing slowly out of the pit.

Soon ripping pains spread through his body. His migraine numbing. He than prayed as he ascended. "Dear emperor, I have fought. I have killed in your name, but now I wish to know if you truly wish for me to die. If so, I only have a regret to tell." He continued onward as he felt the pain of the cuts and his broken ankle. "I only wish that I could cleanse your enemies further. I only wished to show I was truly yours alone and that I wish I could be ridden of the curse that chaos had bestowed me." He felt his arms close to giving out. His breaths heavy as the moist, cold air gave him extra resistance for him to breath. The slippery stone becoming harder and harder to hold onto, but he was a third the way to the surface.

"So I wish to know, dear emperor. Do I die here? Will I fall and just be another guardsman to report to your side? Or will I be given the strength to fight just a little more. For you, for my people, for the imperium." He said as he felt his body sliding off the brick. "For the imperium of man. For the imperium of man! FOR THE IMPERIUM OF MAN!" He roared as he pushed his body further and further. He move slowly, then accelerated to the point he was tearing loose bricks out instead of finding holes or crevasses.

Finally, he was out. He fell into the snow as he looked up. His muscles protested everything. He than turned into his hands and knees and puked. His fatigued body was begging for rest, every step would be torture. He than slowly looked up and saw the path the orks had paved. He felt his blood ignite and burn. His back flaring up. He than noticed something: his head was fine. He didn't question it as he moved. Step by step he move to find the orks crashing against imperial walls. Machine gun nests rattled as the orks were mowed down into pulp and rocket turrets built to destroy any scrap vehicles they found.

He than made his way to the back of a ork hoard and began to work. The first or didn't even react when he snatched the pin of a grenade on his belt. When the explosion set off, he moved quickly and dealt with the shoota' boyz first. One didn't even know how he got in front of him as he grabbed the barrel of his bolter and held the trigger. The rifle blew a hole into the ork and flew to the ground as he grabbed his grenades and light axe. He now had the attention of the hoard as the shouted as they shot and charged at him. He moved, cover from cover as he dodged the poorly aimed shots and flailing axes.

Soon he was close to the imperial garrison. He noticed his scars were still exposed and dashed to find something to cover himself. He than saw a dead guardsman in some rubble a with still acceptional gear. "Sorry brother" he whispered as he pulled his blouse off and took his shirt. He looked at the blouse and abandoned it. He decided that it could make him look like a poser, but snatched one of his dog tags out of respect. The hoard was now right on him as he shouted to the line. "Friendly at front!" He than dropped down into the dirt as the machine guns started up again ripped up the ork hoard. He slowly crawled toward them and found himself being pulled into a trench.

When on the entrenchment's floor, he looked up to see guardsmen around him. Each one with a lazgun trained on him. "Uhh how's it going?" He asked as a commissar came to the huddle. "Guardsman! Name and rank!" He shouted as he rose up. "Private first class, Sean! Sir" he shouted as he stood attention. Suddenly the commissar looked at him closer. "Sean...?" He asked as Sean nodded. "Impossible, you were killed in artillery fire weeks ago!" He said as he pulled his bolt pistol. "I wasn't. I was kidnapped by some xeno for a bit, then was attacked by orks and mutants." He said listing the events on his fingers. The men stood baffled until someone cried out.

"SEAN!?" Screamed a woman. Sean turned to see who it was only for it to be unmistakably Noyah. She ran up to him and looked him up and down. "Y-you died! How are you here!?" She asked as the commissar interjected. "Private Noyah, you know this guardsman?" He asked as she nodded. "He was apart of my squad during the first landings. He's a good man." She said as he just hummed. "Sean. Stay here and hold the line. I will look if we've made a mistake." He said as he slowly walked away. He turned back to Noyah who, while checking behind for the commissar, hugged him. "You're really alive! I can't believe it." She cried as he just smirked. "How's everyone else?" He asked as she looked up at him.

"Well nobody was the same since you and Alice died or disappeared." She said with a sad tone in her voice. "Did you find her?" He asked. She didn't need much context as she nodded as he just looked at her. Suddenly a violent shaking was heard. He turned to see a beast, green and massive, slowly move over to them. It held tesla coils on its back as it pulled forward.

"We can't hold that thing!" Shouted a guards man as he slowly stumbles back. He than walked next to him and clasped a hand on his shoulder. "Then die fighting than instead of being a coward." He shouted to him and the other guardsmen. He looked up to see the beast slowly marching towards them. "For if this thing wishes to feast, it shall feast on lazbolts!" He Shouted as the guardsmen shouted at it. As if was going to stop it. The auto bolter turrets were then struck with the tesla arks and it was near the entrance. Just before it stepped into their entrenchments a sudden and swift shell struck the beast and it stumbled. Two Lee-man Russ tanks moved into the fray harassing it, but neither of their cannons could move it. The machine that had, followed close. "Tell the men the cavalry arrived!" Shouted the crew over the intercom. Everyone cheered and started to focus fire on the massive squiggot.

The massive machine was the baneblade. It was know as a destroyer among other things. It clashed with the beast as the barrel unloaded other shell into it's side. A massive infantry charge followed from the trenches and where reinforcements that arrived. He watched as the situation was dealt with. He found himself finally out of steam and collapsed on Noyah.

As he passed out to her muffled cries for a medic, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face as he was pulled into the base. Her dark red hair, adorable dirt smudged face, and light blue eyes met his for a brief moment. Then darkness.


Mealaeth turned to see something she never expected to see again. Sean was being carried by other soldiers as he was pulled into a infirmary. The eldar was actually luck that the imperium had accepted their call for help when they got pinned by the ork hordes. She swore she lost Sean to them as he had tumbled into a canal as he was tugged. She was quick to follow behind some other soldiers. "Where are you going?" Asked Telria as she followed close. "Sean may still live." She said as the wraith looked at her in shock. They followed close, a commissar cut them off before they could even enter.

"Why are xeno like you following these guardsmen?" He growled as the council woman frowned. "One of your soldiers are someone we know." She said as he gave a stern look at her. "Then please do go to them." He said as he pulled his pistol from his side. As they entered into the infirmary, they received glares and strange looks. She than stopped at a bed where a group of people surround Sean. "This isn't an illusion is it?" Asked one as a woman who held his hand to his side. "No he's real. He was never found dead right?" Asked another. They then turned their attention to the aliens in the clean room.

Hours past until he woke. When he did he felt a wet cloth on his head, cool and damp. He was growing to hate the cold even in the most desperate moments. "Sean." A voice spoke as he turned to see two eldar at the foot of his bed. He noticed that people surrounded him. His old squad was around him and were staring at the xenos. "Damn can I ever get away from you?" He grumbled as the eldar scoffed. "It's clear you're alright enough to make snarky remarks." Said Telria as Mealaeth hummed. "Well sorry that you imprisoned me and dragged me around through a snow hell." He said as the commissar perked up.

"They captured you?" He asked as Sean nodded. "Yeah. I understand I'm attractive, but it was a little much." He said, sarcasm heavy with his tone of voice. "At ease guardsman." He said as he turned away to report to the general. After that, attention was turned back to him.

"Well then, are you done being dead yet? I need to buy you a drink." Said Rudy with a smirk as he patted his shoulder. Thomas just crossed his arms and smirked. "Can never die, just gotta make yourself a badass?" He said as he just gave him a light punch, which was a pain on his sore muscles. Nate just hummed as he looked at him. "What about those other guys? Tower and twitch." He asked as Rudy explained. "Tower is off on sentry duty and twitch working with the minefields." He said as the xenos stared on confused.

"Tell me Sean. Who are these mon'kei-" Mealaeth was cut off once more. "HUMAN. Hue-man! And for your information, they are my squad you snatched me from." He hissed as the squad members frowned at the eldar. "Mind telling me why you captured him?" Asked Rudy as he cracked his knuckles. The hostility was growing, and Sean knew it could get worst. He was about to speak, only for a certain general and farseer to walk into the room.

"Stand down guardsmen. I'm also curious at what they are interested in." He said as he stopped at the foot of the bed. General Sturnn himself. "Sean, may you expose your troubles to them?" Asked the eldar, shifting the attention to him. He wanted to protest, only to know if he did, it could end in his demise.

"I guess y'all need to know. Alright, but I'd be better if I showed you." He said, Mealaeth looked at him. "What is with him and stripping!?" She shouted to herself as he took off his shirt. When he did, he turned his back to them. He was getting use to the shocked gasps as his squads stared in disbelief. The scar he held made the commissar slowly reach to his side, while the general gave a grumble. "I'll start from the beginning if I must." He said as the general nodded, holding the commissar's hand from the pistol.