The blood of a traitor.
Over three months had passed since the dark premonition, and the fleet was nearing its first target, the daemon world of Farfalas. It was a world that favoured by the followers of Tzeench, mutating clouds of seething warp energy scoured every part of the desolate planet. In the single defiled city that writhed with magical energy thousands of cultists screamed insane prayers to thier twisted god.
The defending ship was no threat at all towards the fast arriving crusade it was swept away by a firestorm of plasma and torpedos before it could even fire its broadside batterys.
Meanwhile the bioknights where stood at the teleportium of the 'Glory to he on Earth.' Stood with them was a platoon of Imperial guard stormtroopers. Retribution was resplendant with his new weapons, a thunder hammer and a heavy flamer, to carry these weapons he was fitted in a rare suit of tactical dreadnought armour. Atonement held his bolter in one hand, he only brought three executioner shells, the rest were standered amunition. His glaive was held tight in his other hand. Arch had his short sword and axe prepared. Redemption was stood silently, his heavy bolter slung over his back and halberd in hand. The plan was simple the main body of troops would planet fall, and they would teleport into the most likely place that Ryan would be. Atonement broke the silence, he began a battle prayer. 'I am the hammer,
I am the hate, I am the woes of daemonkind. Emperor we are your tools of deliverance, let us deliver your realms from the vices of frenzy, corruption, temptation and deciet. Let it be us that give the enemy the destruction they deserve. AVE IMPERATOR!'
'AVE IMPERATOR!' Came the reply. With the prayer finished the tech priests began to activate the thrice blessed machine. Bands of light came across the teleportees, The guardsmen looked like they where about the throw up. The blue was more intence, they started bleeding from thier ears, eyes, mouths, and noses. Then there was a flash and they where gone.
With a tug the teleportees reapeared. Several of the storm troopers had been turned inside out, thier mewling writhing forms disgusted the four. Retribution burned the still living abominations. Atonement gripped his bolter tight, he moved his hand to indicate where they were going. They moved with mechanical precision. Any guard they encountered died with a swift lasblast, until that is when they came to a doorlabled Tayler. Atonement stopped stood in shock, if that was who he thought it was he needed revenge. 'Traitor... Retribution give me your blades of reason'
'Why'
'Because I've found a person I need to use them on.' Replied Atonement darkly.
Atonement smashed throught the door to see its occupant. He let a sadistic smile out at the cowering ex-colonel called Arron Tayler. 'Well well well.... if it is'nt the traitor that sold us out to the others. Hell from the pict cordings it looked like you aided our treatcher kin in killing Simon.' The shaking cultist whimpered like a small dog. 'For that I have the perfect punishment. The blood eagle should do nicely.' He brandished the blades of reason 'This should hurt a lot.'He then picked up the coward by the collar, carving the aquila deep into his flesh. When done he tore the flesh eagle off his back, making the screaming sufferer go silent in agony, exposing his ribs and spine to the open air. Grabbing the bottem rib he pulled hard tearing the backs of his ribcage off. There was a welter of blood as he tore the traitors lungs out.
Dropping the corpse he spoke 'Thus is the fate of all of the betrayers of the Emperor'
He left the room, gauntlets covered in blood and said. 'Let us find and slay the Traitor!'
Over three months had passed since the dark premonition, and the fleet was nearing its first target, the daemon world of Farfalas. It was a world that favoured by the followers of Tzeench, mutating clouds of seething warp energy scoured every part of the desolate planet. In the single defiled city that writhed with magical energy thousands of cultists screamed insane prayers to thier twisted god.
The defending ship was no threat at all towards the fast arriving crusade it was swept away by a firestorm of plasma and torpedos before it could even fire its broadside batterys.
Meanwhile the bioknights where stood at the teleportium of the 'Glory to he on Earth.' Stood with them was a platoon of Imperial guard stormtroopers. Retribution was resplendant with his new weapons, a thunder hammer and a heavy flamer, to carry these weapons he was fitted in a rare suit of tactical dreadnought armour. Atonement held his bolter in one hand, he only brought three executioner shells, the rest were standered amunition. His glaive was held tight in his other hand. Arch had his short sword and axe prepared. Redemption was stood silently, his heavy bolter slung over his back and halberd in hand. The plan was simple the main body of troops would planet fall, and they would teleport into the most likely place that Ryan would be. Atonement broke the silence, he began a battle prayer. 'I am the hammer,
I am the hate, I am the woes of daemonkind. Emperor we are your tools of deliverance, let us deliver your realms from the vices of frenzy, corruption, temptation and deciet. Let it be us that give the enemy the destruction they deserve. AVE IMPERATOR!'
'AVE IMPERATOR!' Came the reply. With the prayer finished the tech priests began to activate the thrice blessed machine. Bands of light came across the teleportees, The guardsmen looked like they where about the throw up. The blue was more intence, they started bleeding from thier ears, eyes, mouths, and noses. Then there was a flash and they where gone.
With a tug the teleportees reapeared. Several of the storm troopers had been turned inside out, thier mewling writhing forms disgusted the four. Retribution burned the still living abominations. Atonement gripped his bolter tight, he moved his hand to indicate where they were going. They moved with mechanical precision. Any guard they encountered died with a swift lasblast, until that is when they came to a doorlabled Tayler. Atonement stopped stood in shock, if that was who he thought it was he needed revenge. 'Traitor... Retribution give me your blades of reason'
'Why'
'Because I've found a person I need to use them on.' Replied Atonement darkly.
Atonement smashed throught the door to see its occupant. He let a sadistic smile out at the cowering ex-colonel called Arron Tayler. 'Well well well.... if it is'nt the traitor that sold us out to the others. Hell from the pict cordings it looked like you aided our treatcher kin in killing Simon.' The shaking cultist whimpered like a small dog. 'For that I have the perfect punishment. The blood eagle should do nicely.' He brandished the blades of reason 'This should hurt a lot.'He then picked up the coward by the collar, carving the aquila deep into his flesh. When done he tore the flesh eagle off his back, making the screaming sufferer go silent in agony, exposing his ribs and spine to the open air. Grabbing the bottem rib he pulled hard tearing the backs of his ribcage off. There was a welter of blood as he tore the traitors lungs out.
Dropping the corpse he spoke 'Thus is the fate of all of the betrayers of the Emperor'
He left the room, gauntlets covered in blood and said. 'Let us find and slay the Traitor!'