"Your accursed existence is over, traitor."
An auburn haired eight foot tall behemoth clad in red and bone white armor stood over a fallen being of similar stature, this one clad in black and gold.
Cleanup. This was cleanup on the now bloodstained sands of Calderis. Ever since the Third Aurelian Crusade had ended, the Blood Ravens Space Marine Chapter had been cleansing the Aurelian Sub-Sector of the taint of would-be invaders. Tyranids, Chaos, Eldar, Orks, ever since the fall of the accursed Chapter Master Kyras, Gabriel Angelos had taken up the mantle of Chapter Master, and one of his first directives was to stamp out any further traces of taint on the two planets that made up Sub Sector Aurelia.
The Nameless was one of those assigned to this cleanup effort. He had led the Blood Ravens Fourth Company in the bloody yet glorious First and Second Aurelian Crusades. First to destroy an invading Hive Fleet, next to destroy a Chaos incursion. However, the Third Aurelian Crusade was spearheaded by the former Honor Guard Captain Apollo Diomedes. Under Diomedes' leadership, the Blood Ravens had successfully brought down the mad Chapter Master and been able to turn the page on their history.
But before this path could be taken, the taint in the Aurelian Sub Sector had to be destroyed. And now, the Nameless stands over a fallen Black Legion Sorcerer, a shattered Force Staff laying at his side. Pitiful was the only thought that ran through the Nameless's mind as he gazed down on the Sorcerer. His chaotic defenses were nothing short of laughable in the face of a well-disciplined strike force, and the silent Space Marine Commander could hear his brothers slaying the foul worshippers of Chaos in the distance as he himself raised his mighty Thunder Hammer to bring down on the Sorcerer's head.
It was at that moment everything went from normal to horrifically bad.
The Nameless squinted as his hammer struck sand instead of heretic skull. The Sorcerer wasn't quite beaten, then. No matter. He would die soon. The portal the Sorcerer just opened would not save him.
Wait.
Portal?
The Nameless attempted to bring his hammer down on the Sorcerer again in an attempt to destroy him before he fled. The Sorcerer's skull was crushed in an instant, and as the Space Marine turned to leave, he felt that his muscles suddenly decided to disobey him.
A narrowing of the eyebrows, before they rose as the Nameless pieced it together. The Sorcerer never intended to escape. He must have known he was doomed, and chose to drag his killer to his grave with him. A dastardly plan executed with a coward's mind. The Nameless didn't even have time to issue an order before he found himself in freefall. His final thoughts prior to falling unconscious were to curse his failure to anticipate this.
It had been five hours from when the Nameless had been unwittingly dragged to his probable doom when a flash of orange light materialized in the Emerald Forest. It hovered, then grew, then shaped itself before spitting out the eight foot tall armored giant onto the ground.
Another hour passed before the Nameless slowly woke up, and already his superhuman mind was trying to make sense of this. A forest? This wasn't either the Hive City of Meridian nor the deserts of Calderis. The closest approximation the Nameless could make were the jungles of Typhon, and nothing remained of the Feral World save ash.
The Space Marine's gaze fell to his side. His trusty Thunder Hammer was still there. A quick self-check indicated that his Power Armor, the Iron Cage, was also functional if not scratched up. They'd be more than enough for defending himself against whatever forest he'd landed on. Although the situation was dire, one consolation crossed the Nameless's mind.
At least this wouldn't be boring.