Shadow of a Doubt
Chapter 10
The large strike cruiser moved into the atmosphere slowly, readying itself with the orbit of the planet and syncing in while the crew on board began their procedures for orbital invasion. The space marines on board the Golden Wrath watched as serfs and slaves began readying dreadclaws for operations while other legionnaires directed the various armoured vehicles tredging up onto the loading ramps of Thunderhawk transporters, two of the Iron Warrior marked Castellan Rhinos easily fitting on board each transporter. Further down the loading bay, armoured vehicles chained down and taken on board other transporters can be spotted, the loading of such important weapons directly supervised by silver armoured Iron Warriors who growled at the serfs who worked on each vehicle. Hereteks of different markings all placed last minute unguents and unholy oils on each vehicle swarmed over the place while the Warsmith smiled with satisfaction at the efficiency. "Pleased to once again see your warriors go to battle?" A voice was heard from behind Gryshun, the Warsmith turning around to see the red armoured Prephas walk towards him with the ease of a veteran elite warrior. "Of course, it has been too long since the Consul has called for us. It is an honour which we must meet with Iron in our blood." The former blood angel chuckled at the answer and nodded his head. "I must admit, I do not share in the same.. practices as the Consul. I believe that Chaos is a tool at our disposal, a weapon same as a powersword or chainaxe. However at moments like this, I still see the benefits of the Consuls command." Gryshun nodded in agreement. "I swore an oath to the Consul because he got us off that daemon infected rock and brought the relic I sought. But if he seeks to become one with the warp then I would not hesitate to eliminate him." The terminator chuckled at the Warsmiths words. "That thought has crossed my mind before. After all, the number of those formerly of the 88th have dwindled down quite a bit. Are you not afraid that I would crush you right now for your words?" The Warsmith spread his arms around and made a deep grinding laugh. "Tell me Blood Angel, what chance does a single terminator stand against the Ironwights?" Prephas laughed as he looked around. "Tell me this Iron Warrior. What chance does the Ironwights stand against a Titan slayer?"
During the aftermath of the Horus Heresy, Prephas and those he led had retreated towards the Eye of Terror alongside the other Legions, removing any Blood Angel symbols from his armour. On Cadia itself, he had teleported on board with his terminator squad and destroyed a warhound titan from within earning him much regard amongst the other traitors he was with. The Iron Warrior chuckled again and looked up at the massive terminator armoured Legionnaire. "The question we should both be asking. What chance does a single over puffed Slaaneshi pleasure addict stand against a Titan slayer and the Slayers of the false corpse gods praetorians?" Gryshun had commanded one of the grand companies that funneled thousands of golden armoured sons of the Praetorian to their deaths in the Iron Cage, an event that had brought glory to all the warsmiths that had participated in that bloody lesson taught to the Imperial Fists.
"You are quite correct Ironwight. That is something to consider is it not. He has already lost a precious battle barge. Will our strike cruiser be sent burning out of the void next?" With a meaningful look, Prephas placed his helmet back on and strode away as Gryshun nodded slightly. It was true, the Terminator Captain and the Warsmith had both been sidelined too often, Viprus instead preferring to use his own white armoured Angels to divide up the glory and they often received the majority of the spoils while the brunt of any hazardous work was done by the Ironwights and the Oathsworn. Their numbers now were half of what it had been previous thanks to the wispy command methods and tactics used by the Consul. He had heard from Prephas that an entire demi-company had been wiped out in an ambush, a complete waste. Making up his mind, he would give subtle instructions to the Centurion of the Adrastos armoured fist for landing.
Sushenge
Viprus sighed slightly as he looked over at the forest a few dozen miles away, putting down the magnifiers as he stood on top of the Rhino that was trudging along the roads slowly. The combined force had been put together and supplied quite well thanks to the ammunition forges taken over in the capital. Bolter rounds were freely given out and each of the Astartes under his command had slaves each carrying massive chests of the rounds to their circles and supplied themselves quite well. He gave the order to set up camp, it would be at le He gave the order to set up camp, it would be at least another day to get to the edge of the forest and he wished to dine. As he disembarked, Aristotle was already waiting for him, standing in his resplendent white artificer armour along with his body guards in perfect formation even amidst the wildlands of the planets southern peeks. "Have my quarters set up Equerry, and I require refreshments. I thirst." He stated before the Equerry bowed, the Methusla body guards remaining with Viprus as the Consul began to walk towards the other Astartes that had also disembarked sharply. Each Captain was already pushing their squads out to establish security, the human troops being used as sentries while individual chaos marines supervised their defensive positions. Just as Viprus was about to greet one of his officers, the Astarte next to him dropped to the ground dead, a small hole bored through less armoured section around the neck killing him.
We must delay them. Keep firing my students, we will show them the fear they should show to the Outcasts. The Aeldari pathfinder stated as the two Rangers with him began to acquire their targets as well. With a quiet high pitched hum, the two Rangers fired their sniper rifles and another two of the augmented mon'keigh fell to the ground dead, their shots precise as they targeted soft spots of the armour. Wrafenblyde adjusted the aim of his rifle a bit and fired again, this time the bolt shearing through the eye of a helmet, the occupant dropping to the ground in heap of corrupted flesh and ceramite. Target the larger armoured ones, those will be the true threat. The Dark Reapers will be set up soon. The two other Rangers concealed in various tall sections of the grassy fields replied by firing again, their bolts striking ceramite and piercing through helmet voxes and the soft flexible sections of neck armour, one of his students even placing a shot worthy of a saga through the soft shoulder joints around the arm plating to strike into the mon'keighs chest. The mon'keigh had reacted rather quickly, each of them ducking down to locate the enemy better even as the human troops took cover. In a few moments however, a withering rain storm of armour piercing reaper missiles would sweep over the mon'keighs positions, the missiles easily cutting through the armour of the chaos marines even as the larger armoured ones took cover behind vehicles. Target the vehicle tracks cousin Reapers, we must disable them to prevent them from advancing further. The reply came in the form of a furious storm of missiles exploding against the vehicle tracks, the light trucks being destroyed. Just as quickly as it came however, it also stopped. Wrafenblyde looking at the wreckage through the scope of his sniper rifle and nodded slightly. Retreat now, it is time for us to disappe- Before he could finish his sentence however, an almost solid wall of lead was fired at one of his students positions, the solid slugs obliterating the section of the grass where Moelit had concealed himself. The veteran Pathfinder clenched his jaws as he saw that the Rangers life sign stopped, chunks of his fellow Ranger torn into pulp by the furious firing rate of the mon'keighs crude but effective weapon.
Moelit is down. We must retreat now Syrin. Wrafenblyde took careful aim and fired again, the round hitting the large armoured mon'keigh who had been firing the assault cannon, the round piercing through the underseal of the helmet and pierced the marines spine, collapsing him on the ground as his lifeblood started slowly leaking out of that hole. He quickly slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder and covered himself more thoroughly with his cameoline cloak and began to move, his sensors indicating that Syrin was also doing the same, the two Rangers making their way through the tall grass carefully until they came into sight of the Dark Reapers who were waiting in an elevated defensive position just in case it was the mon'keigh that charged through. "My sorrow soars with yours, exalted Pathfinder." Exarch Iosifine stated before gesturing for the other Reapers to withdraw. The veteran Pathfinder nodded his thanks as the Aeldari quickly began retreating. The losses were beginning to add up, more forces were needed. It was going to be a desperate fight but for the Aledari now, every fight is wrought with desperation.
"Consul, dreadclaws are approaching your position. ETA is ten minutes." The vox message was acknowledged by Viprus. "Once we receive reinforcements, we will give chase." He hissed, Captain Persedeus nodded as he examined his three fallen Terminator veterans. But they had done their jobs, providing a wall of armour to protect the Consul while they knew that at least one xenos kill was confirmed. Aristotle and Methusla squad had dealt with their casualties as well, and his Equerry would look around him. "We have suffered nine casualties total my Lord." Viprus sighed softly while Persedeus grunted a little bit, the Terminator veteran having been through too many battles to let the loss of a few compatriots bother him. "We can advance now Consul, we can catch them during their retreat from this ambush." The First Captain stated while Viprus gave him a bored look. "It won't be as entertaining dear friend, it would be too easy. No, we allow them to dig in so that we can rip their corpses out of the trenches."
The rest of the marines around him all growled with approval as Viprus drew his sword and the demon within growled at him. "Soon my beautiful creature.. we will feast on their souls and dine on them so exquisitely. We shall drink of the sweet liquer that is their lifeblood…"
Kilo Zeta
"Well Inquisitor. They are at your disposal." Ulyr said plainly as he stood behind the Inquisitor and her acolytes. Cyprus muttered a quiet "Emperors Blood" while Inquisitor Laneth glanced over at the legionnaire with something akin to wonder. In front of them stood four full infantry companies and support elements, essentially an Infantry battalion with a full Colonel with his command squad standing at attention next to him. Colonel Eli Strathworth saluted the Inquisitor with the power sword in his hand as the remainder of the battalion snapped to attention sharply. "Where did you find them?" Laneth asked the legionnaire who stood behind her with some satisfaction. "They are the loyalists we found on the planet and saved. Their duty to the Emperor does not yet end. They have been equipped from our vast armoury collected over almost twelve millennia and trained by our veteran legionnaires along with massive amounts of hypno indoctrination. The same method we use on potential Astartes initiates. The 27th Theta Grenadiers." Laneth looked at him impressed. No longer wearing the PDF uniforms, the Grenadiers wore carapace armour in a dark gun metal grey with fatigues with a light grey base with two different shades of green and two different shades of tan mixed across in various stripes. Instead of the auto guns previously used, every rifleman carried a hotshot las rifle slung across their chest with hellpistols strapped to their thighs. Support troopers could be seen carrying volleyguns or melta guns while a few marksmen were seen with long las rifles. Heavy Weapons teams set up had auto cannons and heavy barrel stubbers. "How did you manage to equip them?" Troiey asked, looking at their hot shot weapons with obvious envy. "Interrogator, this ship has fought enemies and collected weapons from before your family had existed. Do you truly believe we do not have the ability to manufacturer arms and ammunition on board?" The Legionnaire answered the way one might speak to a petulant child. The Interrogator shut up but still stared at the fire power in front with envy.
"And they don't seem to be aiming any weapons at you, Alpha legionnaire." Inquisitor Laneth asked as she examined the ranks. "They have been.. enlightened Lady Inquisitor." The Space Marine answered. Watchmaster Veimeer however had begun walking along the ranks, examining each of the soldier there. "Well it seems the Watchmaster is impressed." Cyprus stated while Silas simply looked bored, there being no place for the assassin to lounge about. "This unit is at your disposal, Inquisitor. They have been trained and equipped to the best of our abilities. Our own Auxilia, all veterans of special operations around the galaxy have served as their instructors." The Inquisitor nodded and turned to look at the legionnaire. "And why would you do this?" She asked, her hands crossed across her chest. "Because you lack the resources to carry out any operation. By giving you an entire battalion of loyal, well trained and well equipped troops, we are sparing ourselves from having to assist you directly." The Inquisitor sighed with annoyance. "I want you to know Legionnaire, that I detest your Commander Kyreg. It's typical of him to train and equip an entire unit just to avoid having to deal with me directly." Her acolytes looked at each other with pointed looks while Ulyr simply chuckled. "Yes. That's why I am here with you instead of him."
"Frak it ma'am, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth." Cyprus chimed up while Troiey nodded in agreement. "Besides, have you not seen the tanks?"
"The what?" Troiey looked over with no small interest, Cyprus having spotted the Watchmaster stopping in front of a large line up of uniformed crewman standing in front of a large line up of armoured fighting vehicles. "Yes. There is an armour squadron attached as well. We don't usually use tanks and neither do our Auxilia. However we have recovered a large quantity over the years in different battlefields and operations so Commander Kyreg deemed it best to train and equip armoured fighting vehicles for the 27th Theta Grenadiers."
Veimeer stopped in front of the armoured fighting vehicles lined up while turning around to look at the infantry lined up behind him. The third Commando was equipped it seemed with Taurox Infantry Fighting Vehicles along with Demolishers and Conquerors for organic firepower. The first and second Commandos were light infantry, while a dedicated reconnaissance troop were well equipped with Cameoline cloaks and las carbines, a large number of them carried longlas sniper rifles with suppressors screwed on at the end.
Ulyr smirked over at the Inquisitor and her acolytes who were now staring at the armoured vehicles sitting in the back row with a stupefied look on her face. "What do you think I am going to do, declare war on the planet?" Inquisitor Laneth asked with a strange look on her face. The legionnaire shrugged slightly. "We already have Inquisitor, so you might as well join in." Cyprus nodded in agreement. "Any chance we can loot your armoury too?" He asked the Legionnaire hopefully. Ulyr shrugged after a moment of thought. "I doubt the Commander will allow it. Not that I would blame him, Sergeant. I have seen the armoury on board your strike cruiser." Cyprus deflated slightly at the answer while Silas yawned again.
Three Days Later
Sushenge
Consul Viprus looked at the tree line, his battle group having finally reached the site where he could almost taste the spirit stones and the relics in the trees. Of course having the Ironwights and the Oathsworn here had made this process much easier. Warsmith Gryshun had deployed his Castellan pattern Rhino in a long line, the siege shields of the Rhinos opening and locking with each other, the Ironwights individual squads using it for cover. The tanks of the Warsmith were not present yet but that was unfortunately due to the roads themselves. Gryshun had informed the Consul that the tanks will be joining them shortly due to the roads out here and the firing position they needed to be in. That was no surprise, the Rhinos could only move at a slow speed in the open fields so the armoured force had to be dropped off a bit more further north to take advantage of the main road that was there. Of course the Warsmith's personal Land Raider was there, carrying Prephas elite terminator troops. The Eldar had already started firing at them, but their weapons had little effect it seemed on the massive armoured shields extended by the Iron Warrior Rhinos. The Heavy Support squads had been using them as fire while streaming heavy bolter rounds towards the treeline, pulping the trees where the Eldar had been firing on them which had cut down the amount of return fire considerably.
"Warsmith, let us advance some more." Viprus ordered, the Warsmith complying and giving orders over his vox, the Rhinos moving slowly towards the tree line while the Iron Warrior support squads kept on pouring firepower into the trees. A few moments later, they had gotten to within three hundred meters and Viprus gave the signal to unleash Tyranis and the Redsworn. Tyranis charged out led by their Captain revving their chainaxes as they charged into the tree line, some of them being hit and killed out right from the heavy Eldar return fire, armour piercing missiles streaking through the air to impact against their power armour sending limbs flying. The Redsworn Astartes advanced towards the tree line firing as they went, their advance being covered by the head on charge of the Chaos assault marines who were now busy cutting apart the Eldar skirmishers hiding under the cover of the woodlands. When the Redsworn Astartes had gained the cover of the brushes surrounding the large forest, Vipris ordered the Gelded Sons, his favoured warband to attack. The Gelded Sons were not a mixed formation, but purely former Blood Angels. Their armour although painted white, was gifted with the red stripes of a "pure" warband, the others a mixture of various traitor marines. As they gained a foot hold in the woodland, Viprus smiled and drew his blade, charging in with the Methusla body guards beside him. A blue clothed Eldar fired his shuriken weapon at him to no effect before being bicepted by a single sweep of his daemon possessed blade, a loud scream coming from the Eldar he had cut down as their soul was devoured by the blade.
"The foot hold must be reinforced. Advance with me Persedeus, just as we did millennia ago." Viprus would cackle into his vox while the former Emperors Children veteran gave a signal and his terminators would fire into the woods, spraying their auto cannon shells and detonating them amongst groups of Eldar they found. As they advanced further, their armoured boots stepping on the crushed corpses of the Eldar they had killed, the Eldar sprang their trap. As Viprus advanced even further, his blood frenzied warbands all charging ahead, they were suddenly fired at through their flanks, Brightlance platforms opening up and began cutting through the armoured traitors. With a tsk of annoyance, the Consul ordered that the Bloodsworn be sent in to absorb the Eldar firepower. With a loud proclamation of his faith in Slaanesh, the Bloodsworn officers drew their profaned blades and led the cultists in a mass charge into the tree line. However as the Astartes sent them forward, the first wave was caught in a massive firestorm as orange armoured Eldar appeared and fired melta lances through them, even some of the Astartes too close to the assault had their organs cooked by the accurate blasts of the Eldar Fire Dragons. As the number of Bloodsworn troops swarmed in firing as they advanced, the Eldar Fire Dragons began to retreat. The cultists gave chase only to be cut down by vicious bursts of armour piercing missiles, the Dark Reapers having waited for them to charge like so.
As the assault by the mortal troops began to lose momentum, green armoured Striking Scorpions would slice through the cultist troops, limps being sliced off while precise thrusts with their chainswords stopped the attack dead in its tracks. Viprus ordered his Marines forward and the attack eased off for a few moments as any of the green armoured xenos who did not immediately retreat were blown apart by bolter rounds. The chaos champion looked around him and spat on to the ground, the woodland floor covered by cultists corpses or pieces of cultist corpses. He would quickly give a signal for the Astartes to advance only to be caught in a second ambush. Ranger snipers fired effectively, their precision accuracy killing many of the over eager Astartes. Yet just as the Chaos marines got close enough to try and overwhelm them with more firepower, Brightlance platforms began firing again, Vipris himself receiving a nasty blast that melted some of the armour on his left arm. If he had not moved in time, he would be just a corpse now. Growling at the same of the attack, he ordered Persedeus forward. The loyal First Captain gave a loud roar over his vox as the Terminators would start charging even further into the tree line. However a few moments later, more brightlance platforms would open fire, the ant-armour beam weapon easily cutting through the Terminators, Persedeus turning around just in time to slice apart a green armoured Eldar before his entire body was melted down by multiple blasts from the Fire Dragons who had been waiting for the Striking Scorpions to distract the mon'keigh enough for the melta weapon wielding warriors.
Gritting his teeth, Viprus ordered a retreat. He was going to send in the Ironwights, let them take the damage. Even as the traitors retreated, they still maintained an extremely high level of cohesion. Viprus sprinted towards the Iron Warrior position and gestured for them to advance as well. Warsmith Gryshun examined the situation and sent a single vox message to his armour troops. As the bloodied Angels Evermore war bands began to appear out of the tree line, two blasts of a laser destroyer cut down his own Astartes. Viprus gritted his teeth and drew his plasma pistol, firing it at the Ironwights position. Sudden the ground underneath him exploded, the Ironwights armoured force appearing at their flanks and firing into the retreating Astartes. He turned his head just in time to see one of the last few Terminators being cut down by an accelerator cannon round that tore through the Terminator armour as if it was paper. Viprus kept firing at those that had betrayed him even as he knew this was the end.
Gryshun smiled. The irony of this was not lost on him as he had adapted the same plan as was used on Istavaan. The armoured trench line that was the Consuls salvation instead turned into a fury of bolter shells being fired at him. "Iron Havocs. Advance and kill that Consul." He gave the order right after Viprus and his artificer armoured veterans got into range. A sudden roar could be heard as auto cannon rounds landed amidst the retreating Angels Evermore. The Fellblade ShieldBreaker had already began attacking. The Super heavy tank was one of the pride and joys of the Ironwights, A loud bang could be heard as the Ironwight Predators began to advance and fired their high powered anti-tank rounds into the horde of retreating Legionnaires.
Prephas stepped out and smiled, giving a simple order to his terminators. Their auto cannons roared with betrayal, the auto-cannon rounds shredding the crowded battlefield. He made a point to stare right at Viprus, the Consul staring right at Prephas right before two Volkite blasts detonated his body, sending his corrupted to the warp for the dark gods amusement. "The deed is indeed done isn't it, Captain." Gryshun sent the vox to Prephas, who chuckled loudly and nodded at his words.
"Yes, indeed Warsmith. It appears that the glory will be ALL ours. No more begging for scraps are we." The former Blood Angel answered even as he watched the rest of the retreating Astartes being absolutely cut apart. The Iron Warrior Warsmith chuckled from the inside of his helmet, the Eldar seemingly realised that there was a power struggle and had disappeared into the trees. The Fellblade fired again and again, its cannons turning cultist and Astarte alike into finely chopped flesh as the shells detonate everytime there was a direct hit, the target generally one of the Angels Evermores tactical squads. "Now then, I believe we have solved our command problem." Prephas laughed at his words as he ripped through another few dozen rounds through the Reaper Auto cannon mounted on his left gauntlet, the auto cannon rounds detonating and sending shrapnel whizzing through the forest. The former Consuls Equerry screamed out his rage as he had reached the battle line of the Iron Warriors, having made it through the firestorm thanks to the power shields that the Methusla squad wore, the previously spotless surfaces now covered with pitted holes where heavy weapons had hit him directly. Other Methusla Astartes followed his example and charged the battle line. But even in the battle line itself, the tactical squads simply struck back with bolter rounds and chainswords until Prephas ordered the terminators forward. The former Blood Angel Terminators charged into the melee, their chain fists utterly destroying the elite Methusla troops, the whirring teeth chewing through power armour even as the power field around it collapsed and smashed through ceramite armour, the former Equerry screaming out his rage as Prephas shoved his chain fist into the Marines torso and twisted it around as the high revving chain teeth utterly destroyed the vital organs of his enemy.
"That is the last of them Warsmith. Now then, shall we take care of this Eldar problem?" The Terminator officer asked as he reversed the actions of his chainfist, the weapon spitting it chunks of hewed flesh and ceramite onto the grass. "Gryshun grinned and nodded as he held a hand up. Every Iron Warrior armoured vehicle loaded their main guns again and at his signal, a barrage of punishing armour killing shells ripped through the forest. The Iron Warriors advanced under Gryshun's tactical acquity now, Prephas advancing alongside the Rhinos while the Oathsworn Terminators fired their Reaper Auto cannons in long suppressive bursts.
We cannot hold them here. We must retreat Farseer. Wrafenblyde stated to the Aeldari leader through a telepathic message. The Farseer gritted her teeth as she watched the uncouth and warp corrupted Mon'keighs advancing through the forest. Abandoning spirit stones were perhaps one of the worst moral crimes an Aeldari can commit. She held on for a few more minutes in her belief that the Aeldari will be able to turn his around. However, the death of the Firedragon Exarch caused her to change her mind. Retreat my brothers and sisters, we must remove ourselves from here. If we die here, the spirit stones will be desecrated no matter what. No, we must retreat and come back with more force than ever. Various acknowledgements came in, the veteran Pathfinder nodding at her knowing how difficult a choice this must have been as the aspect warriors began peeling back. We must reach the safety of the underground portal. Iosifine stated even as the Dark Reaper Exarch unleashed another torrent of armour piercing missiles, hoping to slow down the Mon'Keigh if nothing else. However, the Mon'Keigh had also unleashed their gas masked cultist troops, the Ironsworn cultists charged forward while screaming oaths of death and torture at the Aeldari troops.
Seek shelter cousins. My time is now. The Striking Scorpion stated as he twirled around a clumsy bayonet thrust of a cultist before a quick flick of his wrist severed the chaos worshippers head. The other Exarchs all gave a quick acknowledgement before making for the portal. The portal itself would lead to away from Sushenge and to the mountains north of the capital city. Die well Exarch. Saim Hann will remember your sacrifice. The Farseer sent out one more mind pulse, sensing a peacefulness emanating from Wyndilel as he and his striking scorpion warriors placed detonation charges on the gate after the others had entered it and blowing the charges, rendering the portal unusable again. There he would turn to face his fate and led his aspect warriors in a brutal charge against the mon'keigh. While his chainsword cut through the multitude of the unaugmented humans, the fire power of the augmented Mon'keigh was being felt throughout those that had remained with him. He watched his students get struck down one by one, whether it was long bursts of bolter rounds or even by the dreaded volkite beams, he kept killing and striking until he was the only one left. He grimaced, breathing in deeply before charging forward towards what looked like an officer. The Space marine officer drew his chain blade and the two attacked each other. While Wyndilel struck with grace from different directions, the officer just parried and struck back with fury. Wyndilel shifted right just in time to dodge a powerful overhanded strike by the chaos champion while shifting his wrist and strucking through with his chainsword. With a loud growl, his opponent would smash a fist into his face, dropping him onto the grassy floor before he charged forward and tried to impale the Striking Scorpion. However, Wyndilel was still able parry the strike, even as he flipped himself back to a standing position. The minute he stood however, his opponent struck again, this time the chainsword being shoved through his chest, cutting through his armour rather easily even as the Exarch tried to parry again but his opponent was no amateur either. As he felt the explosion of pain in his body, he fell to the ground and could only think of how much he wished he had some more time, how he wished they could have just held the line. Couching up blood, he would smirk at the officer that had slain him before reaching into his pocket and held a plasma grenade in his hand and let it go. The officer didn't seem to notice, but Wyndilel was long passed. The grenade exploded, the blast was powerful enough to ash the Exarchs body, and to kill the officer that he had been bested by, the incineration powers killing him collapsing him onto the ground.
"We have taken the objective. The xenos have retreated. Now it is time to find the relics." Warsmith Gryshun smirked as he heard the reports from his units all around. Yes, it was truly time to seize Eldar technology.