The sounds of gunfire filled the dark industrial polluted skies, numerous Vulture gunships dipped down from the ocean of dark clouds, evading red rockets and Shoota fire to conduct their hit and runs on the Orks of Armageddon. For a few thousand years this has been the norm for the industrial hellhole of a planet.

While it may be a hellhole, it was still home for the denizens of the war torn planet.

A home befitting of a young Tank Ace, Sergeant Julius Romano, for five years he has served his home world and the Imperium of Mankind, starting out as a loader until he earned the rank he holds today.

Just like any other day he doing what he loved best, killing Greenskins.

"C'mon you lousy frakking Greenskin pricks! You can fight better than that!" He shouted like a mad dog from the top of his Leman Russ, firing at the Ork Nobs and Gretchens with a mounted Stormbolter he had acquired, "I've seen algae put up a better fight than you lousy good for nothing mushroom shrakk eating bitches!"

The young Ace was renowned for his harsh language and even harsher combat prowess, he had on numerous occasions been found crushing injured Orks to death underneath his tank's treads for the reason, quote on quote, "They make a nice squishy noise."

Tank crews that serve alongside his call him, "Ork's Bane" because his Demolisher is decorated with the skulls of vanquished Orks. This particular battle however he had specific orders to assist a squad of guardsmen with an Inquisitor that had gotten cut off from the rest of the army, from what he was told the Orks had them pinned down.

A mission that most would take seriously, to Julius it was just an excuse to kill some Greenskins and have a new story to tell the ladies back in the barracks before they'd request some quality time~

"Main cannon fire!" The operator responded by letting off a punishing blast that tore apart a barrier, impaling numerous Orks with the shrapnel from the blast killing and wounding dozens of Orks in the process.

Julius's squadron filed through the hole they made while getting a new green paint job, courtesy of the Orks that so graciously laid on the ground for the Armageddonians to grease their tank treads with.

The hundreds of Orks that had originally been fighting the Steel Legion has been reduced to a mere ten little green peas in the eyes of the Tank Squadron, 'Yarrick's Fury' as they crossed over deep into Ork territory after crushing those little peas beneath their treads.

Julius activates his Vox-caster to speak with the other tanks, "Not too much farther now, keep your eyes peeled on dem scanners boys, Greenies like to sprout from the ground. For the Emperor!" A series of cheers and howls praising the Emperor soon followed, the morale of the squad was high and their weapons barely even warm from the small pitiful contingent they butchered.

"C'mon you sons of bitches, the high and mighty Inquisitor shouldn't be made to wait for his knights in yellow armor!" He pats his tank, "The Praetorian wants to kill Greenies! That's what the Techpriest told me! Otherwise she gets angsty!"

His squadron kicks their engines into high gear gathering up a large cloud of polluted dirt, the regime banner on The Praetorian billowed ferociously in the wind; the Sun's shine was dulled through the industrial ravaged skies of Armageddon, a Vulture squad in formation would pass above every few minutes and after their passing would come the rhythmic sounds of explosions that no doubt devoured Greenskins in holy fire.

"Not liking this Julius, I'm still getting a signal but no one's responding." One of the other Tank commanders said on the private Vox-line.

"I don't like it neither, but our mission hasn't changed yet, 'sides they are probably having trouble hearing us under all of the gunfire fire." Julius reasoned, he didn't like the Vox silence, it worried him because the whole time they've been traveling into the Orkoid territory not a single potshot was taken at them.

Whenever you travel into Ork territory and no one has shot at you for longer than five seconds that usually meant one thing.

Those green bastards were setting up a trap.

"Be wary of those hills boys, some sumbitch could jump down at any time with some tank busting bombs." The tank on the far left aimed its guns up towards the hills keeping watch, heading Julius's warning.

In the passing minutes of nothing but the sounds of rolling treads did the sympathy of gunfire and the light show that comes with it appear, a downed Imperial convoy with their backs against an old gothic styled building that has long since lost its colors and top half of its body, most of that body was used as makeshift covering for the guardsmen and their few tanks that were able to fire.

The Orks had many casualties but they can afford casualties in high numbers, these Imperials don't have that luxury as they were harassed by Ork bikers riding around them in a clockwise circle, firing into the circle every chance they could get. Some of them would split off and go near a small encampment that they had just out of the trapped Imperial's sights, there they had ammo and Weirdboyz repairing their Warbikes.

"Alright squad, aim for those buggers with all of the ammo, we'll give these mushroom frakkers a show!" Julius cheered over his Vox- caster, the guns on their tanks turned to the Ork encampment.

One of the Orks down in the camp had managed to see the row of tanks from the hill, "Oh bugger!" Were his last words before high explosive rounds incinerated him and the whole camp with an explosive chain reaction that expanded to the bikers themselves, whoever didn't explode from the initial explosion was rocked so much by the explosion that they started crashing into each other or into other solid obstacles, the Greenskins didn't have much time to recover from the surprise attack before the Leman Russ tank squad was firing down and running them down showing no mercy to the alien invaders.

Julius pulls up with Vox-caster as his squad nears the stranded Imperials, "Yarrick's Fury is here! There's no need to fear, just buy us a couple of beers!" He yelled with singsong firing his Stormbolter at the dwindling Greenskin masses, "I frakking love this damn thing!"

Eventually there were no more bikers left riding around, what remained of them were green chunks and broken bikes burning across the field. Cheers could be heard from the stranded guardsmen as they stood up from their dugouts and makeshift cover.

The tank squad rolls up in front of the stranded guardsmen, Julius waves to them and they start to file out, from what he saw there were around fifteen men left not counting whoever was wounded.

Pushing a few buttons and turning some nobs Julius manages to get contact from a squadron of Vulture gunships, "This Yarrick's Fury one to Emperor's Fire over, I repeat this is Yarrick's Fury one to Emperor's Fire over."

"Yarrick's Fury I read you over, how goes your situation? Over.

"Emperor's Fire we read you over, we have made contact with the stranded and have yet to make contact with the Inquisitor. Over."

Some static was heard for a few seconds, "Acknowledged, we will arrive in ten minutes, there are reports that a large movement of Orks coming your way however. Can you hold out? Over."

"Oh some Greenskins want to play? Alright then, we'll give 'em what they want, just make sure to bring some toys of your own boys. Over."

"We hear you Julius, stay safe. Over." The transmission ended as did the static.

A small smile came over Julius's face; boy did he love his job. He stood up on top of his tank with the Vox-caster in hand, "Alright you tired sons of bitches I know you're all sore but we've got ourselves a little problem, a group of Greenies are coming our way and they want to kill us like a bunch of grox ready for slaughter! So what are we going to do about it?"

A chorus of cheers and war cries came from the guardsmen and tank operators, "That's right! We're going to give them a right proper Armageddon welcome! Get yourselves patched up and ready to fight!"

The guardsmen cheered and cursed, a new wave of inspiration came through them, they were ready to fight once more.

Julius couldn't be any prouder of the Armageddon soldiers under his command, even after being exhausted and beaten they were still willing to fight like the bastards that they are; however he hasn't seen high or low of the Inquisitor yet, that was odd to him because those guys are always so eager to show themselves and give out orders or execute somebody.

So where the frakk was the Inquisitor?

"Oi!" He called down to one of the guardsmen, "Where's this Inquisitor chap anyways?!"

"He's down in the building somewhere doing something, we haven't seen him for the better part of two days!" The guardsman shouted back, "He's probably doing some Inquisition shrakk or something, I wouldn't worry about him, he's got some guys down there."

Julius nodded to the guardsman thinking to himself, 'That's odd even for them, oh well. Guess I'll see him once evac gets here.'

That's when he heard it, the roar of Warbikes racing towards the stranded Imperials and tank quad, their loud motors sounded like the grumbling in a starving Carnifex's belly would make, the sickening melody was accompanied by the Ork war cry, "WAAGRH!"

A sick smile came over Julius's hidden features, "That's it you sons of bitches, come to Julius." His tank's loader chambered an high explosive round that was aimed for the lead Greenskin biker, "FIRE!"

The volley of high explosive rounds sped down to the charging biker horde, within a second the front of the pack was completely vaporized, but this did not deter the rest of the Warbikers, it only made them drive faster in hopes to maneuver around the tanks.

From behind the small metal shield that separated Julius from the frame of his mounted Storm bolter he could see an Ork biker with a rather nasty looking red bomb; with a firm squeeze Julius fired at this biker in particular until his arm carrying the bomb went flying off only to land on a bigger Warbike, the Ork barely had a second to register the primed device before it went off in a fiery display taking up several other riders.

One of the larger Warbikes had a Gretchen holding onto a rocket launcher; the small Orkoid fired the launcher but subsequently flew off of the bike and into a another's bladed wheel, his rocket however struck one of the Russ tanks with enough force and explosives to send it rolling back into a barrier with some guardsmen behind it, the flaming heap of Imperial armor sat dead on top of crushed guardsmen.

'Bugger!' Julius thought replacing his Storm bolter's clip, 'There goes Nero and his crew.'

A flurry of red rockets came from the horde of bikers going every which way, the menacing red projectiles started to coat the landscape in fire and decorate it with deep crevices; another one of Julius tank squad mates was struck with one of the rockets, his vehicle's explosive death extended to another tank that was too close and the shrapnel from the doomed tank managed to hit Julius's tank in its treads.

Ducking underneath his Storm bolters metal shielding he hailed Emperor's Fury again, "Shrakk! Emperor's Fury we're compromised, I don't think we can hold out any longer. If you can, make sure to incarnate this whole frakking area because these lousy Greenskins ain't getting their paws all over my tank! We're going to try and seek refuge inside of the downed building the Inquisitor is hiding in. If we end up dying in there make sure to tell my father and brothers that I love'em! Julius over and out!"

He didn't bother waiting for the Vulture crew to respond before giving his fall back order, "Into the building! Now! Fallback into the building!"

The last tank crew other than his own tried to file out of their tank but it was struck right through its own barrel, the explosion that came after erased all trace of the crew, "Frakk!" Julius shouted pulling his shotgun out of its holster beside him, "Move faster damn it!"

He leap off of his prized tank and ran behind cover to wave his men the right way once they piled out of the tank, fortunately they escaped it before three red rockets destroyed it.

"Frakking frakker frakk!" Julius screamed pumping shells towards the Ork horde, his crew having to drag him a little to get his feet moving.

Inside the structure they saw dozens of blood soaked white sheets covering bodies of fallen guardsmen, their weapons void of lasgun ammunition, some parts of the guns were even missing.

"Things got desperate." The tank driver said looking over one of the weapons that was stripped down to its frame.

"Where the hell is everybody?" Julius was getting a bad vibe, he may not be a psyker bad he had a bad vibe about this whole place. There were no guards, no one positioned at the windows or crevices that gave firing positions to the outside, but most of all there was absolutely nobody around.

A scream and lasfire went off, but it was not on the ground floor, it was below the ground floor coming from the stairwell that leads further into the building.

"Set some mines, it'll buy us some time." Two members of his tank crew went to the entrance and stared laying some landmines all over the ground making sure to put a body or two in front of them to hide from Orkish eyes.

Taking extreme caution the squad slowly descended down the steps, weapons raised and eyes scanning for any signs of life in the dark as the munitions the Orks had kept pelting the building did not let up in the slightest.

As they progressed further they began noticing signs of a struggle; there were lasround scorch marks all along the hall, they started finding dead guardsmen, small numbers at first but they just progressively got more and more plentiful doen the hall until they found the room that had the Inquisitor.

And by the Emperor did they want to hurl.

Their bodies were hung up all over the place, impaled upon spikes and in some cases their own lasrifle bayonets; and kneeling in the middle of it all was the Inquisitor, only the Inquisitor most certainly did not look right at all.

His attire was drenched in blood, his face was deathly pale with self-made cuts all along his face, the cuts went in a circle pattern that fed into the eight sided star on his forehead; what was even worse was that he was conversing with a bright blueish portal that floated in the middle of the gore ridden room.

"Yes master…" He cooed to the portal, "they shall be enlightened by your knowledge, your change shall cleanse this world of the non-believers and those horrid aliens… what? Behind me?"

The Inquisitor stood up and saw the squad of guardsmen armed to the teeth and seething in rage, Julius in particular, "You… lousy… son of a gorx whore! You… you dare… you dare to betray the Emperor and perform Chaos sorcery on MY world! Have my men killed! Motherfrakker you're DEAD!"

Julius and his men charged at the Inquisitor firing their shotguns and lasrifles with full intent on killing the filthy turncoat that murdered the men who were supposed to protect the Inquisitor, not to be used as sacrifices.

The Traitor Inquisitor simply raised his hand forming a psychic energy barrier that deflected all of their shots, "Don't understand! You don't understand what it's like to watch a failing power stand! To know the truth! I just want to make our lives better, no more God Emperor, no more duty, no more suffering underneath these lies!"

"Liar!" Came Julius's response as he reloaded his shotgun quickly, "You heretic bastards and your damn lies and excuses! I'm going to make you wish your mother never bore you from her womb!"

That certainly earned the Traitor Inquisitor's ire.

A bolt pistol came from the Inquisitor's holster, "I tried explaining it to the others, but they wouldn't listen, you however… you are just downright rude!" He fired off several rounds in his blind fury, missing Julius but managing to kill the tank driver.

The gun loader and mechanic bayonet rushed the Traitor Inquisitor in the hopes to skewer him, unfortunately for them the heretic unsheathed a power sword and parried both of them, decapitating one and blasting the other in the chest.

Their sacrifice was not in vain however, they managed to give Julius enough time to place a shell into the Inquisitor's chest, while it didn't pierce his armor it did send him stumbling back, another shell disarmed him of the bolt pistol.

"I'm going to gut you." Julius unsheathed his own power sabre and took a dueling stance, "Before those Orks get down here, before that fire bombardment coats this area in holy fire, I will gut you like a grox!"

Julius lunged at the Traitor Inquisitor meeting his blade in an elaborate display of electric energy, he parted swords to hack and slash at him a multitude of times; the Inquisitor was blocking each and every strike but was unable to end their dual because there wasn't enough room for him to strike back only for him to retreat until his footing placed him on a step closer to the Warp Portal, 'That's it!' He thought.

"If you will not understand Chaos willingly… then you meet my Gods yourself!" He finally had the ability to parry the guardsmen, so he led their blades to the portal and grabbed ahold of the man's and tried throwing into the portal.

"I ain't going down without a fight!" Unable to stab at his opponent Julius did the next logical thing… or what he thought was logical.

He upholstered the plasma pistol holstered on the small of his back instead of his laspistol in his right holster.

"Die grox frakker!" The Inquisitor's surprise was short lived as his arm was blown from his shoulder, in a last desperate attempt to be rid of the guardsman, he lunged out with a snap kick.

"Fra-" Was the last thing he heard from the guardsmen as he went flaing into the Warp Portal.

"Ha…. I win…" The Traitor muttered falling down to one knee as his body began to give out, unfortunately for him his victory was short lived, because right at the door were several angry looking Nobs, "Oh frak."

"WAAGRH!" Was the last sound heard on the battlefield before the roar of passing vultures and their fire bombs fried everything on the battlefield.

But little di anybody know this was not the end of Julius Romano, because after receiving the kick and involuntary trip through the Warp, he smacked face mask first into green grass.

The first intelligent thing he could say after recovering from his travel was, "Well frak, now where am I?"


There we have it, Julius Romano, our guardsman from none other than Armageddon itself. Now I'm not much for spoilers so don't expect them often but the next few guardsmen are from the following; Vostroya, Mars, and Tallaharn.

The team names shall be in this order; JHSN, this excludes the Tech Priest over the age technicality. Now my little challenge for you the reviewer is to try and come up for what those for letters mean, what is their team name... because I got nothing, review or message me with what you think the team name says and the best shall be picked and debated between my Beta Reviewer and I.

Stay tuned