Hi everyone! Apologize for the tardiness of this chapter, my computer was having problems and i have also been busy with other projects( some of which you may see in the future). But never the less here is the latest chapter of Angry Marine of Remnant. i hope it was worth the long wait.


The deck shook as another disease ridden macro round slammed into the ship, the void shields shattering as more shells followed suite, causing the occupants to sway slightly as the deck violently shook beneath their armored boots.

" Fuck!" One of the marines muttered as his helmet display showed him the damages created by the recent macro round barrage.

" Void shields have fallen. Diverting power to shield generators." The monotone voice of a nearby servitor announced. The lights dimmed and the artificial gravity generator began to creak and moan within its housing as power was transferred towards the shielding." FUCKIN DAMN IT!" Sammael roared as he punched the railing of his command council, causing the thin railing to bend.

" how the FUCK are we being hit? Didn't we fire at them?" Sammael growled." weaponry has overheated and shielding has been running at critical levels sir. We gave both a break while we shield the strike cruisers from broadsides. The ship has enough armor to shrug off a few broadsides so we should be fine." The helmsman reported, clearly not giving two shits whether or not the captain killed him for the delayed information.

" Really?" Sammael groaned, slightly surprised by the fact that he hadn't noticed this information." Yes really. We can't fire the guns at this moment! All energy has been diverted away from the las batteries to prevent harm to the strike cruisers and the starboard macro cannons were damaged three days ago." The helmsman informed, causing Sammael to slowly sink back into his command throne.

" very well then. Send the repair crews to fix the fuckin shielding so it is operational at this fucking moment. Status on the fucking strike cruisers?" Sammael asked, earning a shrug from the helmsman." Ask that bitch." He replied as he gestured his head at the vox master." they are in fighting condition my lord. They await your orders." The man replied earning a nod from Sammael.

" get those cowardly bastards away from us and order any secondary repair teams to fix our fucking guns." Sammael ordered. The ship groaned once more as it made a sharp turn to dodge three torpedoes." And someone vox the chapter master to tell that old fuck we are advancing!" the astarte captain demanded, earning a timid yes lord from the vox master. Sammael turned away from the view port and looked towards the planet where wounded loyalist ships sat moored, attempting to repair themselves in the safety of the moon's shadow.

It was rather foolish of the imperial navy to retreat that far away from the fight but it was necessary despite the fact it made them prime targets for torpedoes and boarding parties. The command center once more became filled with silence as another macro round impacted against the recently restored void shield, earning a growl from the angry marine captain." open a vox to all nearby ships!" the Helmsman ordered, earning a nod from a nearby short vox operating servitor.

" twelve nearby vessels have answered the call." The servitor began, only to pause suddenly." Distress signal detected." it corrected, earning the interest of sammael." Put it on the main screen." He commanded, completely discarding the original order." those bastards can wait." He thought with a frown. The servitor nodded and the main terminal nearest to sammael lit up, placing a marker rune upon where the distress call was coming from and displaying the ship's designation.

" Da fucking world breaker?" Sammael read, unsure of how to proceed. The ship was definitely a angry marine vessel, no doubt about it, but everyone knew that angry marines dont send out distress signals." Orders?" The helmsman asked, earning a nod from Sammael." Tell all nearby vessels to cover our asses as we move to investigate." Sammael began, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a primus marine lumbering into the bridge." Belay that order! We must regroup with the main fleet. Your vessel has pushed too far out and the other ships can no longer cover you with supportive fire." the marine shouted, earning shocked looks from everyone.

Sammael, as usual, as the first to speak." Son of a tyranid whore, i thought we vented you guys out the airlock." he replied, earning a irritated growl from the marine." Engines at full thrust." a crew member announced, causing the marine to become more irritated as his words of sublime wisdom were ignored." Prepare boarding parties." a arms-man commanded over the vox. A series of grunts and shouts followed the command as the ship's machine spirit began to become restless as it's occupants set about preparing boarding pods and assembling boarding teams.


" Who the fuck took my weed wacker?" a voice bellowed from within the armory, earning a fuck you in response from the engineering department on the other side of the ship." Damn these marines are loud." a primus marine grumbled as he continued to strip his bolter down to clean and bless each separate piece." Perhaps, but they are useful despite their volume and… unorthodox weaponry." a sergeant replied, performing a final check of his equipment before he turned his full attention to the conversation.

" useful? They can't even defend a city properly. They are practically useless." the marine retorted, causing the angry marines present in the armory to suddenly freeze." choose you words carefully blue bitch. They might be your last." A tech marine hissed as he stepped out of the shadows wielding a chainsaw." It looks as if they raided a tool shed for their weapons." The young marine thought as he slowly reached for his combat knife.

The primus sergeant quickly stepped in, placing a wall of cerimite between his squad member and the angry tech marine." Forgive the boy. He is foolish and simply doesn't understand the way your chapter functions." the sergeant apologized, bringing his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm only to stop when more angry marines began to appear, boxing the primus marines into their section of the vast armory.

" didn't mean any harm?" the tech marine asked, looking back at his brothers before continuing," that blue balled bitch insulted the chapter!" " Kick his fucking face in!" A marine wearing a cowboy hat demanded." Slit his fucking throat!" Another wielding multiple combat knives retorted." break his fucking legs!" one final marine wielding a massive hammer stated. The tech marine merely held his hand up silencing the gathered marines.

" Trial by combat." The tech marine declared, earning a roar of approval from the gather marine squads." With all do respect cousins, your captain ordered boarding teams to be prepared. Shouldn't that be our main priority?" The sergeant asked in a last ditch attempt to bring reason back into the conversation. But it was too late, the marines were hyped up by the mere thought of beating the shit out of someone.

" TRIAL! TRIAL! TRIAL!" the marines chanted as they surged forward and grabbed the young primus marine, who swore and yelled as he was dragged out of the armory into the bowels of the battle barge leaving behind a confused squad and their sergeant." someone vox the lieutenant." the sergeant grumbled earning a confused look from his second in command." Which lieutenant sir?" The marine inquired prompting a growl from the sergeant." Any that will answer damn it! I want this situation resolved!" the sergeant barked earning a small salute from the marine.


" We are closing in upon the signal my lord." the aspect operator announced, earning a nod of thanks from Sammael as he turned his attention towards the master gunner." Are those assholes ready to board?" Sammael asked. The master gunner said nothing at first, merely listening to the reports upon the ship's interior vox." No. only a third of them are actually in the boarding pods." The master gunner said.

" MOTHER FUCKING SLACKERS!" Sammael roared as he abruptly stood up from his throne." Helmsman you are in charge." Sammael muttered as he stomped out of the bridge." A mere mortal in charge? Disgraceful. Only a astartes should handle a vessel such as this." The primus lieutenant sneered, earning the attention of the gathered crew." Problem with how we run things compensator?" A marine wielding two boarding shields asked from beside the lieutenant.

The lieutenant felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt the hostility in the room begin to grow." no." he weakly replied, causing the tension to dissipate slightly as the marine moved back to his position next to the massive door." Good." the Helmsman replied, somewhat touched by the fact that even his lords were willing to stand up for him and to a son of a living primarch too." Correcting course." The helmsman announced as he turned the mighty barge a few dozen yards to the left.

" Scanners have successfully locked on to the craft. Bringing image on screen." The radar operator announced. The large screen that stood to the left of the helmsman light up revealing the grainy picture of a space hulk with the fucking world breaker embedded into its side." So the distress signal is coming from that cruiser." The helmsman muttered before turning towards a nearby tech priest." Forward this information to the captain." The helmsman commanded, earning a timid nod from the nervous tech priest.

" he is the six replacement this month." the helmsman thought, knowing the reason behind the multiple tech priests being….. Decommissioned. They were too slow at their assigned tasks. The tech priest quickly sent the data to Sammael's helm, forcing the captain to stop in the middle of a cat walk that stood above the hangars." Space hulk?" Sammael hesitantly asked aloud. The battle barge no longer bore the resources to successfully purge a entire hulk of it's xeno filth. There was the unfortunate possibility that it was inhabited by tyranids.

But then again orks also used space hulks and Sammael was pretty sure there was a rumor going around that there was a ork hulk floating around somewhere." Captain. You are needed at the cage." A metallic voice behind him stated, causing the angry marine to whip around, power fists engaged and crackling with energy. The crackling energy illuminated the unmistakable red chest plate of the ship's lead tech marine, Chef.

" What you want waffle fucker?" Sammael asked, his eyes darting down to the two waffle irons that Chef used in combat. Chef resisted the urge to pummel the captain for his ….. Creative greeting." your presence is required at the practice cage." the tech marine repeated, his raspy metallic voice struggling to speak the language of the flesh." Da fuck happened now?" Sammael muttered as he deactivated the power fields and rushed back down the catwalk, leaving the tech marine alone to his flesh hating thoughts.

" Lord Chef. We await your orders." a chapter serf said as Chef returned to the engine room." Prepare the men for overtime." Chef replied, the words separated apart by screeches of binary, signifying there probably was a swear word in there somewhere. The man merely nodded and shouted orders to the fore men below who in turn barked threats and orders at their subordinates who labored carrying coolant to the reactors that powered the mighty engines of the massive battle barge." better work faster boys!" a foreman yelled at his fellow bondsmen." We are in for the ride of our lives!"


" What in the Emperor's name are those lunatics doing?" asked the acting captain from the bridge of Macragge's honor." They are advancing out of the range of the ship's weaponry and are spreading out rapidly making it impossible to even provide the other ships firing vectors." serf reported earning a acknowledging nod from all of the other gathered captains." truly a disorganized chapter." the captain of a imperial fists battle barge agreed.

" I disagree." a captain of the lone black templar strike cruiser stated, earning the attention of the other captains." why do you disagree with the truth? For the time they have been upon this planet they have only managed to halt one attack upon the micro hive of Vale. the others they fought to retake the city and its surrounding towns. Once more they have wasted precious imperial guard regiments to safeguard the people they are constantly moving around like cattle. Hell there is even rumor that the ab humans are planning a revolt." the commander of the salamander squad acting as representatives of their chapter stated, clearly unhappy about the treatment of the citizens.

" Cousins, we must remember that this chapter appears to be one constantly on the offensive. They do not concern themselves with defending a fortress or holding a perimeter merely because they dont know how to. All they do is land, find the enemy, beat it into a pulp, and return to their ships in search of new enemies." The Templar explained, knowing from reports his brothers had made during throughout the campaign planet side.

" I personally think they are a group of lunatics." a ultramarine serf muttered from the back of the group, sparking another conversation about weaponry, chapter banners, and codex astartes. It wasn't until a vox servitor announced that the ship was being hailed by the chapter fortress of the chapter that they were speaking of." What the fuck are you dickwads doing? Having a circle jerk while i'm out here fighting?" the agitated voice of Temperus maximus inquired as his face flickered into view upon a nearby holo display.

" No Temperus, we were merely discussing how we should attempt to support your vessels as they exit our weaponry range." The acting captain answered, earning a grunt from Temperus." You lot are a bunch of pussies. Do you see what is going on? Those traitorous fucks have to get within drop ship range to reinforce their forces on the ground. What we are doing is charging them before they can reach that optimal launch zone." Temperus stated, earning a few nods from the more experienced captains.

" A logical tactic." The black templar captain thought as he quickly looked over to examine the updated holo map to find that what the chapter master was saying was correct. The chaos vessels were having a hard time getting even relatively close to the planet, becoming distracted by the multiple raging yellow vessels either shooting at them, attempting to board them or attempting to crash into them. While some chaos vessels attempted to bypass the raging barrier they were quickly met with the devastating salvos of the few imperial navy vessels that were brave enough to follow the deranged chapter into combat.

" Have you forgotten your original purpose here chapter master?" the acting captain asked." Fuck no, it's too kick ass in the emperor's name." Temperus answered earning a frown from the ultra marine. The other captains watched with a amused look upon their faces." it is… But it also is to serve Robute Guilliman." The ultramarine replied, earning a rather loud chuckle from the angry marine.

" Fuck that guy. He's one of you lot, he's a fuckin ultramarine pussy." Temperus replied before he cut the connection feed. The acting captain said nothing for a moment but merely made a note to report the chapter master's disrespect towards the primarch.


" KILL THE CUNT! KILL THE CUNT! KILL THE CUNT!" The angry marines chanted as the primus marine was thrown into the practice cage. The young primus marine quickly rose to a crouch and drew his knife, ready to be assaulted by whatever came his way. Nothing did however as the angry marines were busy bickering back and forth about who should kick the ultra marine's pretty head in.

" Im the one who fucking pointed his ignorance out you bastards!" The tech marine stated earning a bitch slap from a marine in a commissar hat." Fuck you, i'm the new fuckin commissar." The marine replied as he raised his hand to deliver another bitch slap in the name of the emperor." Fuck both of you. I'll kick his ass myself." A voice from the other side of the room stated, causing the room to grow silent as all eyes turned towards the door to find a lone figure standing there.

" Liberian." The "new" commissar greeted after finding his voice when the liberian had made it halfway across the room, his staff of office clicking across the ground as he made his way towards the cage. It wasn't until he reached the cage did the others begin to chant again." beat the bitch. Beat the bitch. BEAT THE BITCH!" they began, softly at first but grew louder and louder over time. With a loud clang the thick steel gate closed behind the liberian trapping the psyker and the lone ultramarine inside the dome of iron.

" this is all just a misunderstanding." The marine began, but was thrown into the iron bars from a brutal blow from the staff." Fuck your logic!" The liberian screamed as he immediately followed up with a swift jab to the guts throwing the taller marine across to the other side of the cage. The marine quickly stuck his hand out and grabbed one of the bars, stopping the psyker from throwing him a third time." Mother fucker." the liberian muttered as he watched the marine quickly enter a crouched position, posing to throw his knife at the psyker.

The knife, as predicted, came flying across the room and impacted into the ceremite paladin of the liberian. The liberian grunted in pain as the knife dug into his shoulder, but focused on the task at hand rather than the pain. The liberian quickly slammed his staff on the ground, causing the floor to shake as psychic energy swam through the steel floor and into the marine's armor. This odd attack managed to completely suck the energy from the armor and forcing it's machine spirit into hibernation.

" Impossible." The marine cried as he attempted to reroute power to restart the armor's power core, but was slammed into the ground by the liberian." Nothings impossible with the power of FUCKING RAGE!" The liberian bellowed earning a roar of approval from the gathered astartes before the main door to the training hall opened revealing a fuming captain soup.


Weiss couldn't help but glare at the imperial general as he stood before the main gate to Atlas, giving orders to his men about where to set up more medical tents, where to park the chimeras, where the trenches should be dug, and where mines were required." Its almost as if you are preparing for a siege." Weiss muttered." Of some sorts yes." Hans replied as he briefly looked up from his map to meet the Schnee's glare with his.

" What kind of siege?" Weiss demanded as she placed her hands upon the table to flatten the map a bit to allow her to see." A organized and necessary one." Hans replied, quickly signaling to one of the nearby soldiers that she needed to be removed from the command post lest she catch onto the entire operation." trust me the less you remanantes know the better." Hans thought as he quickly turned his attention towards the massive line of refugees that all stood waiting to be checked by a death korp medic for injuries, illness, corruption, or anything else that would lead to major problems.

There was a loud crack as las pistols were fired in unison as the rejects were executed and disposed of. This obviously would have made the rest of the refugees nervous or frightened but they wouldn't be able to hear it over the engines of the dozens of earth movers unless they knew what to listen for." Sir, Vale refugees and reinforcements coming in over the horizon." A lookout reported as he entered the tent.

" Good, right on schedule. Has anyone reported sight of our guest yet?" Hans replied, earning a no from the lookout. Hans wearily nodded and proceeded to exit the tent only to find himself face to face with Winter schnee." General Hans." She said as she snapped to attention earning a crisp salute from the General." Specialist Schnee, what a welcomed surprise." Hans replied.

They both knew he didn't mean it." I have a few issues regarding recent security and housing i would like to discuss with you sir." Winter began, but was cut off immediately." The increase in security is necessary and housing is currently being solved." Hans stated. He knew what she was referring to, the rich were forced to hand over their homes to be refurbished to house dozens of families. Additionally some houses and businesses were demolished to make way for fortifications and artillery emplacements.

" Sir i must protest against these orders, they are scaring the civilians and creating fear amongst the masses." Winter retorted, her temper slightly flaring." Fear that keeps them in check or would you rather have my men patrol throughout the city?" Hans replied sweeping his hand towards the vehicle pool where dozens of tanks sat idle with tech priests rushing back and forth around them." No sir i am merely suggesting that my men take over the city planning. We know our own people better than you freaks do." Winter interjected, but was immediately silenced when her eyes fell upon a large column of tanks plowing through the Atlas snow.

" Perfect timing." Hans thought, perfectly happy to drop the rather annoying conversation in favor of greeting the high bass. After all, half of the mechanicus forces upon the planet were demanding the extermination of everyone in atlas due to their heretical machines and that was a argument he didn't want to get involved in. Hans quickly pushed past a pair of ab humans to reach the tanks, only to find that the lead yellow one was hadn't actually stopped yet and was still accelerating towards the trenches.

" DEJAVU I HAVE SEEN THIS PLACE BEFORE!" A gruff voice sang as the tank began to drift causing nearby refugees to panic." stay in line!" a quartermaster shouted, earning a few screams as the refugees were herded back into line closer to the drifting tank. The tank slowly came to a halt allowing its passengers to disembark directly in front of the medical tents." i think i'm gonna throw up!" a queasy voice stated, before a red blur rushed out of the tank and over a snowy hill, closely followed by a retching sound.

" wasn't that bad." another voice shouted after but was immediately cut off by another hurling sound." Oh for Emperor's sakes on my boots? Really?" the voice grumbled as it's owner exited the tank, filling the residents with awe and fear as commissar Fuklaw stepped out of the tank to clean his boots off with the snow. The other occupants of the tank merely disembarked slowly, taking the time to either gather their equipment or to settle their stomachs.

" Right you nansy loving bitches! Let's get to work!" Fuklaw announced as he pushed his way the refugees and made his way into the city.


" I have given you the time you asked for forge master." Dontgiveafuck began but was silenced when the forge master raised his hand." A device this old and this corrupt requires TIME to decipher Reclusiarch. Technology such as this hasn't been seen since the great heresy." the forge master retorted, using one of his mechadendrites to push aside one of the multiple purity stamps that covered the corroded cylinder to reveal a massive display of cogs and gears slowly turning.

" Well i dont have fucking time! The times table has moved the fuck up and i dont know about you but the longer this feces ridden hunk of junk remains in MY fucking chapel the more likely it becomes that those fucking walking piles of stds return." the reclusiarch replied, slamming his crovius into the nearest wall and left it there while he marched over the a massive book that sat opposite the forge-master.

" I have already skipped over the minor safety features! What more do you wish me to do? Offend the ancient machine spirit?" the forge master spat, only to receive a thick book to the back of the head knocking him out." Sorry bitch but we cannot afford to waste precious time upon such nonsense." The reclusiarch muttered as he gently set the book down and began the painful task of dragging the forge master's unconscious hulk towards the nearest empty chamber." fucker weighs a ton! What the fuck did he do? Replace ninety percent of his body with metal?" The reclusiarch asked rhetorically as he slammed the chamber's door shut before returning to the problem at hand.

" The object was crafted by warp fuckery." Dontgiveafuck thought aloud, taking a moment to truly process the problem at hand. He snapped his fingers when he finally got a idea that didn't involve a two by four full of nails or beating a penal legionnaire to a pulp." I figured it out! To combat a warp creation YOU NEED TO BEAT IT WITH A WARP FUCKER!" The reclusiarch bellowed as he raced towards the front of the massive chapel to find a certain psyker who would most definitely help him. After all his chapter were being quite helpful recently, creating a large amount of suspicion in the back of the reclusiarch's mind that something was afoot.

" The dark angels never fight unless it involves their fucking rock." he thought as he turned the corner to find a interesting sight." We will take the school from here and here. There is only skeleton staff acting as investigators into whatever foolish mission the angry marines have sent them on. They all seem to be swarming the tower, so if we enter through the mess hall we should be able to complete the mission." A low voice muttered from among the group of dark angels around a holo monitor.

" Mess hall?" The reclusiarch questioned, taking a moment to relapse his memory about why that building was important to the angry marine war effort." Remember, if you bastards need emperor blessed skittles they are in the mess hall." Fucking soup had stated before he left to chase the chaos bastards back to the warp, leaving the reclusiarch and a few other fucks behind to ensure none of the penal legionnaires fell to chaos.

" hold it right there fuckwads!" The reclusiarch bellowed, announcing his presence to everyone inside the chapel." Hail reclusiarch!" three dark angels shouted as they slammed their fists against their breast plates as a sign of respect. Dontgiveafuck disregarded this immediately b-lined towards the leader of the group, earning a few suspicious glares from the gathered astartes.

" May i help you reclusiarch?" The man asked, his hood obscuring his expression." Not unless you can pull a rabbit outta your ass. Where is the psyker Thorn?" Dontgiveafuck asked, earning himself more suspicious looks." what need do you have for brother Thorn?" The sergeant asked, his hand trailing down towards his sword." The forge master is out cold in the back room for some odd reason." Dontgiveafuck began, hoping that he wasn't too noisy in his original take down of the sergeant to hear.

" I was hoping to borrow your psyker to ensure it was just a bitchin blue screen and not… foul play." The reclusiarch finished, secretly hoping that the dark angel would believe his bluff and grant him access to the warp fueled weapon… psyker. Same thing." wouldn't it be easier to have a tech priest look at him?" a dark angel asked, earning a death glare from Dontgiveafuck as he began to grind his teeth together in annoyance." normally yes, but those cog head toaster bangers are taking care of some… chapter business for me." Dontgiveafuck retorted.

He REEEAAALLLYYY needed that psyker and he would be damned if he came up empty handed." perhaps it would be best if bother thorn did remain here brother. He could keep a eye on our kinsman whilst we go on patrol." Another hooded astarte commented, earning a hesitant nod from the sergeant." Very well Reclusiarch. Thorn will aid in your investigation."


" what is the status of the city general?" Fuklaw asked as he followed the death korp officer through the bustling streets of Atlas." The mechanicus has managed to find a way of anchoring the city down, allowing for more supplies to be shipped in. The Refugees have all been provided with proper housing. Food storage is at full capacity and we have enough last us three years if we spread out rations. We have run into some complications however." Hans reported, pausing to allow two Atlas soldiers by on patrol before he reported anything serious to the commissar.

" Complications?" Fuklaw inquired, his hand slowly moved to rest upon the grip of his bolt pistol." perhaps it can be solved with a bolt between someone's eyes." Fuklaw thought." Yes. Unfortunately the Schnees are having a hard time… coping with the fact that they no longer have power inside Atlas. For example, the specialist daughter is constantly attempting to attend defense meetings and intervene in our martial law operations." Hans reported as he lead Fuklaw up a twisting staircase covered in snow.

" unsurprising. It natural for the local pdf to attempt to aid the guard." Fuklaw replied followed Hans until the stairs ended at the top of a old lookout tower that sat in the middle of the town square. From their position they could see it all. The massive mansions, the fortifications, the imperial vehicle pool, the slums, and most importantly a schnee dust company vehicle heading their way." speak of the warp spawn." Fuklaw muttered as he watched the specialist ascend the stairs.

" General Hans." Winter greeted with a salute, earning a nod of acknowledgment from Fuklaw before he returned his ancient gaze back out onto the city. "General, i would like go over the drafting again." Winter began, only to be interrupted by Fuklaw." Drafting? I thought the last of the guard arrived this morning via valkyries." Fuklaw inquired." They did sir, but i thought it might be necessary to have experts regarding the enemy in amongst our men to provide a boost of morale and efficiency." Hans reported as he pulled a data slat out of his belt to hand to Fuklaw.

" I see that the krieg regiment doesn't require any." Fuklaw noted, continuing to ignore Winter's presence. " no sir. Unlike everyone else we will be defending the north." Hans replied, with a hint of joy in his voice. The prospect of dying always did that with kriegers." i see. Die well then!" Fuklaw replied before dismissing the kreiger, leaving him and Winter alone." if you have something to say, say it. I have other matters to attend to." Fuklaw stated as he briefly took a quick look at the data slate to gain a small grasp at what he was working with.

" I have a few questions i would like to ask you regarding the imperial guard." Winter began, taking a bold step towards the old man." fire away." Fuklaw replied halfheartedly as he keyed the icon of the data slate to turn it's virtual page." Why are you all here?" Winter began." well i cant really answer that now can i? Humanity has been pondering that question for thousands of years and we haven't answered it yet." Fuklaw began, but was forced to stop when Winter " kindly" interrupted him.

" No i mean your army or ever you call yourselves." Winter interjected, earning a frown from Fuklaw." Kids this century, no fuckin manners." He muttered as he deactivated the data scroll and shoved it into his coat's pocket." The imperium is here because after our….. primary citadel fell the empire was physically split in half. After a few….. Decades of searching you can imagine how surprised we were to receive a message originating from the very edge of the galaxy, at the tip of the split. It was even more surprising when we found out it was from a man thought to be dead." Fuklaw responded.

" surely you must have been suspicious." Winter began, but was cut off." The inquisition was. I wasn't. I was retired and was only dragged back into service since i am one of the few officers those yellow banana brains respect." Fuklaw stated before continuing," Anyway when they found out it was a angry marine, they dropped all suspicions." Fuklaw finished as he began to descend the stairs." But why?" Winter asked, semi familiar with the inquisition through talking to Weiss's imperial friend." well let's just say that no angry marine has ever fallen to chaos. they are both too religious and angry for that." Fuklaw replied, summing it all up for Winter.

"... Okay." Winter responded, unsure of what to do with that small amount of information. The two proceeded on in silence, passing by multiple guardsmen patrols and atlas inspections until they finally reached the foot of the commandeered atlas fortress." May i ask one last question?" Winter asked, earning a small frown from Fuklaw." Make it quick! I have a meeting in five minutes with the imperial brass regarding the defense of this city." Fuklaw barked, causing Winter to shuffle a little away from the old man.

" Why is everyone in atlas?" Fuklaw paused abruptly, his mind mentally racing back and forth debating whether or not he should tell the schnee what the city was being used for. Finally deciding to grow a pair and answer the white haired woman, Fuklaw looked at his watch." one minute to go before operation nightmare begins." He thought before turning his ancient eyes upon Winter." To generate fear." he casually replied with a devilish smile as the first of the grimm sirens went off.


" Left right! Left right left!" The drill sergeant bellowed as he moved across the platform. Bellow him hundreds of penal legionnaires marched to and fro with empty bolt action las rifles in hand. Nearby Raven watched the makeshift army with bitter amusement." Not enjoying the scenery i take it?" The hulking giant clad in bone white armor next to her asked." fuck off." she drunkenly replied as she took a shot of whiskey.

The giant merely chuckled as it sat down a seat away from her and ordered a cup of tea." cant. Someone has to play nurse to these sick fuckers." the marine replied as he took his helm of to watch the military parade down below." know anyone down there?" he halfheartedly asked, knowing damn well that the bandit did indeed have friends or relatives down there." None of your fuckin business." Raven slurred as she downed another shot.

Sir said nothing as his tea arrived, reasoning that either the bitch would become drunk enough to talk to or he could always pick her brain for memories. He remained calm and collected as he drank his tea quietly, his keen eyes flickering across the multiple bandits, ab humans, and other prisoners looking for weaknesses and injuries that will impede their progress in the upcoming operation." the fucks look disorientated and rebellious." he noted, but paused as he watched a group of prisoners try to sneak off only to be caught by a angry drill sergeant.

" Raven." Sir began, earning a drunken groan from Raven, notifying him that she was at least still conscious." could you tell me about your tribe?" Raven looked Sir in the eye and spoke the words," they respect strength." before she passed out." strength huh? Perhaps that will make training easier." Sir thought as he finished his tea and made a call. Ten minutes later Fuckoff stood on a platform barking threats, curses, and oaths about fucking their moms causing the bandits to double time it in fear that he would keep true to his promises." thank you my lord." the head drill sergeant said as he praised Sir for his idea.

" If it helps us remain on schedule then we will take whatever measure is required. understood?" Sir asked, earning a crisp salute in reply." I swear to the fuckin emperor i will personally disembowel any of you filthy cowards if you so much as look at me funny! I will shove my cermite boot so far up your ass that you will be able to TASTE the holy oil upon it!" Fuckoff swore as he paced back and forth one hand pointing at conscripts who were on the verge of failing and the other waving his champion sword around. Truly a terrifying sight to behold.

Sir smiled for a moment, knowing that the god emperor would have be pleased with how things were going on the back water planet. Now all that remained was clearing the planet of grimm and then the chapter could be on its merry way towards the next battle. Sir's musings were interrupted by the sound of frantic metal clicking as a tech priest rounded the corner." My lord!" The toaster banger began, pausing to catch it's breath before continuing," We have unearthed the secret of the tower!" Sir raised a eyebrow in slight surprise. He honestly had thought Ozpin had sent them upon a wild goose chase when he mentioned the tower, but apparently the man had been honest.

" Cool. What has the forge master found exactly?" Sir responded, earning what he assumed was a confused look from the tech priest as it lead him towards the tower." The forge master has been reported missing for approximately two hours. But fear not, we have made progress in his absence." The tech priest reported as it lead Sir onto a bullhead, causing the craft to groan as it carried the pair and a load of equipment up to the school.

" So what exactly is the secret of the tower?" Sir asked as he exited the bullhead, quite surprised by the fact it had managed to carry all of that weight." it's a modified cannon." The tech priest state casually, causing Sir to immediately stop where he was." Run that by me again?" Sir asked, his eyes fixed upon the tower." Certainly. The tower itself is composed of steel that does not originate in this system and the power system inside it is quite sophisticated." the tech priest reported, practically praising whoever created the weapon.

" so what type of cannon is it?" Sir asked, trying to cut through the descriptive bullshit so he had at least something useful to report." what type? By the omnissiah this is a ancient pattern lance." the tech priest responded excitedly." so the elevator and the office are?" Sir asked hesitantly." the elevator was for service to the barrel, possibly used if it had external damage. The office was probably constructed to hide the top of the barrel almost as if the headmaster wanted to keep it hidden from someone or something. More research is required." The tech priest reported before scuttling away, leaving Sir alone to his thoughts.


" is this thing safe?" Thorn asked, cautiously moving aside the wall of purity stamps to get a good look at the device." Defiantly not." Dontgiveafuck replied as he slowly inched his way toward Thorn." It's definitely old, by the emperor i can see old legion markings." Thorn continued, oblivious to the reclusiarch behind him.

" It once belonged to the death guard." Dontgiveafuck replied as he stealthily positioned himself in the perfect position, wielding his hammer like a golf club.

" tiger wood lines up for the last shot, can he make it?" The reclusiarch muttered, reciting something he had read in a old text he found in the ruins of a ancient library upon some forgotten world. Thorn turned around just in time to hear Dontgiveafuck exclaim," He shoots!" The poor psyker was sent flying into the purity stamp covered cylinder causing both to glow and Thorn to scream until nothing remained of the two except a pile of ash.

"... Fuck." was all Dontgiveafuck could say before a angry mechanical roar filled the room as the forge master awoke.


The twelve boarding pods flew silently through the night, dodging the occasional flak fire until they finally closed in on their intended target, da fucking world breaker." Accelerating." the servitor pilot announced causing the craft to burn it's retros and increase the entry speed until it slammed into the cruiser, creating a massive indent in the side of the cruiser. Eleven more indents appeared as the other boarding crafts embed themselves into the hull of the craft.

" Da fuck happened here?" A angry marine asked as he probed a large ork's corpse with a golf club." i dont know but this bitch got fucked." Another replied as he kicked the corpse of a dead astarte that was sprawled over a makeshift barricade. The corpse fell off of it's perch, revealing a cowering gretchin armed with only a wrench. The gretchin could only look up in fear before it was brutally beat into a bloody puddle by thirty angry marines. The beating echoed throughout the halls drawing the attention of surviving angry marines, orks, and the creatures that the brought with them.

" der be fightin overder lads!" A mech boy cried as he barreled around the corner, only to find a astarte was waiting for him with a pair of heavy flamers. " BURN BABY BURN!" the marine laughed as he began to advance, using his duel flamers to cleanse the hallway of the xeno filth." YOU DUMB FUCK! THE BRIDGE IS THIS WAY!" A sergeant bellowed, but watched as fourteen other marines departed to follow the mad man towards the engine room." Sergeant! We found a survivor." A voice announced over the vox earning the attention of the sergeant.

" on route." he immediately replied, motioning two marines with boarding shields to follow him leaving the rest to their own devices. When the sergeant entered the remains of the bridge he noticed two things immediately. First, the shielding was lowered over the windows with a faint hissing as air slowly escaped. Second the mangled body of the captain sat impaled upon a massive spear and was coated in blood, some his own and the rest ork." who gave your bastards permission to board my ship?" The captain wheezed, earning only the sergeant's attention while the others performed their assigned duties.

" Captain Fucking Soup." The sergeant bluntly replied, earning a horsed laugh from the captain as he attempted to pull himself off of the spear." So what has the gracious captain of the rusting bucket ordered you lot to do?" The captain inquired, his vision quickly beginning to fade.

" Our orders were to just fire the fucking engines at full." The sergeant replied as the ship began to violently shake as it began to rotated the entire space hulk, pushing it forward as it began to rolled through the void.

" here we go." the sergeant muttered.