The Journey through the Gate.
It was almost a month since the battle on Belcon Prime and the destruction of the Inquisitor's fleet and most of the ships were still reeling from the attack. They had lost the ship 'Glory to he on Earth' when the treacher Inquisitors ships had unleashed a massive salvo of torpedoes at the escort class ship. Many ships were not warp-capable for weeks after the battle. And only now they had set off again. They had a long wait to get to the Eye of Terror but they had to get there they had to lead the assault on the traitors, they had to cleanse their past and honor their dead. They would not be stopped even if the Imperium sent its entire fleet to stand in their way.
When they reached Cadia they saw it under attack. Dozens of Chaos vessels were in orbit disgorging hundreds of cankerous drop ships to the surface of the world. The warrior's saw one coarse of action; they ran to their drop pods and prepared to give aid to the beleaguered world.
On the surface of the planet the four saw all hell breaking loose in every direction. Mutants and traitors, led by their infernal champions they stormed loyalist lines. Even as they died blasphemous prayers gurgled from their throats. The four instantly split up to aid as many of the beleaguered guard units as they could. Atonement rushed forward swinging his glaive disemboweling and beheading foes by the dozen. His new bionic arm swung out violently, dismembering anyone who escaped his howling glaive.
Redemption unhooked his heavy bolter and dropped it, unsheathing his nemesis force halberd in the process and ramming it into the skull of a traitor marine. The corrupted weaklings head exploded from the psychic discharge. He swept the halberd again killing more and more; there was an insane gleam in his eyes as he meted out Imperial justice to those who would betray humanity for personal gain.
Arch swung his sword and axe at the enemy blindly, each swing greeted by a howl of agony, rage had obscured his vision like a thick red fog. The black rage, the curse of his original chapter had some grip on him. An orb of plasma smashed him in the chest; to him it was a mere scratch he had to make the blood fountain around him, to make the enemy pay for the deaths of the innocent. He had to tear and rend and kill.
Retribution slashed with his dragon spear killing all within three paces of him in an animal rage. There was little need of skill when you faced the hordes of chaos; they just came at you with crude but effective weapons. He tore off his helm and, using his fangs tore the throat out of a traitor guardsman. Seeing this the enemy around him moved back to give him as wide a birth as possible, lest they suffer the same fate. Retribution then attacked the remaining foes in a frenzy.
Three of the warriors stood in the desolated battlefield, each ones armor having sustained massive damage in the fighting. They heard a groan from Arch, who was feeling the extent of the damage he suffered from the fighting. Most of the flesh in his chest was red ruin every centimeter of his armor was covered in the gore and blood of the enemy under that the powered units looked as though they had been in a blender. Redemption called the fleet they sent in a transport to send them back up into orbit. When the vessel came they hoisted up Arch and took him aboard. Soon they would be in the Eye, and soon they would make their foes pay.
It was almost a month since the battle on Belcon Prime and the destruction of the Inquisitor's fleet and most of the ships were still reeling from the attack. They had lost the ship 'Glory to he on Earth' when the treacher Inquisitors ships had unleashed a massive salvo of torpedoes at the escort class ship. Many ships were not warp-capable for weeks after the battle. And only now they had set off again. They had a long wait to get to the Eye of Terror but they had to get there they had to lead the assault on the traitors, they had to cleanse their past and honor their dead. They would not be stopped even if the Imperium sent its entire fleet to stand in their way.
When they reached Cadia they saw it under attack. Dozens of Chaos vessels were in orbit disgorging hundreds of cankerous drop ships to the surface of the world. The warrior's saw one coarse of action; they ran to their drop pods and prepared to give aid to the beleaguered world.
On the surface of the planet the four saw all hell breaking loose in every direction. Mutants and traitors, led by their infernal champions they stormed loyalist lines. Even as they died blasphemous prayers gurgled from their throats. The four instantly split up to aid as many of the beleaguered guard units as they could. Atonement rushed forward swinging his glaive disemboweling and beheading foes by the dozen. His new bionic arm swung out violently, dismembering anyone who escaped his howling glaive.
Redemption unhooked his heavy bolter and dropped it, unsheathing his nemesis force halberd in the process and ramming it into the skull of a traitor marine. The corrupted weaklings head exploded from the psychic discharge. He swept the halberd again killing more and more; there was an insane gleam in his eyes as he meted out Imperial justice to those who would betray humanity for personal gain.
Arch swung his sword and axe at the enemy blindly, each swing greeted by a howl of agony, rage had obscured his vision like a thick red fog. The black rage, the curse of his original chapter had some grip on him. An orb of plasma smashed him in the chest; to him it was a mere scratch he had to make the blood fountain around him, to make the enemy pay for the deaths of the innocent. He had to tear and rend and kill.
Retribution slashed with his dragon spear killing all within three paces of him in an animal rage. There was little need of skill when you faced the hordes of chaos; they just came at you with crude but effective weapons. He tore off his helm and, using his fangs tore the throat out of a traitor guardsman. Seeing this the enemy around him moved back to give him as wide a birth as possible, lest they suffer the same fate. Retribution then attacked the remaining foes in a frenzy.
Three of the warriors stood in the desolated battlefield, each ones armor having sustained massive damage in the fighting. They heard a groan from Arch, who was feeling the extent of the damage he suffered from the fighting. Most of the flesh in his chest was red ruin every centimeter of his armor was covered in the gore and blood of the enemy under that the powered units looked as though they had been in a blender. Redemption called the fleet they sent in a transport to send them back up into orbit. When the vessel came they hoisted up Arch and took him aboard. Soon they would be in the Eye, and soon they would make their foes pay.