Chapter 36
Blood & Sorcery
Part II
Gabriel took a deep breath and threw himself out of his gunship, somersaulting in midair and sending a force-push down towards the ground, buffeting his fall and landing fairly comfortably in a crouch. He ignited his lightsabre and decapitated a charging Cultist before spinning, slicing through another two who tried to surround him.
By now the gunship had descended further to the ground, jump cables fell from the side door and a group of six ARC troopers, kitted out in their white armour and armed with high powered blaster rifles slid down beside him, they aimed their weapons and fired, killing another five cultists with well timed, precise shots. Overhead the LAAT gunship went into a steep climb, passing by the buildings and heading into the upper atmosphere where more troops were waiting to be ferried down to the fight.
Immediately they took cover within a deep crater and gazed out over the wrecked city street, hover-cars were either overturned or burning, the concrete ground was cratered and cracked, the buildings to either side of them were in ruins and bodies lay everywhere. They had come up right behind a squad of traitor guard who were taking cover behind an overturned hover-car, pouring lasfire upon a small group of Imperial Guardsmen. The ARC troopers dispatched them quickly.
The planning for this was fairly straightforward, the elite ARC troopers accompanied by units of Dark Troopers and YVH Combat Droids would descend upon the contested city in shock teams, causing as much havoc and destruction to the Chaos army as possible, or team up with the cities defenders and hold out until the main force arrived.
Gabriel took a deep breath and broke out into a run towards the small group of Imperial Guards, his ARC troopers following behind, he ran and dived into the crater they were hiding in and looked up to see the barrels of lasguns held in front of his face. The sounds of disturbed gravel signalled the arrival of his troops who aimed their weapons at the Guardsmen. Their leader, a commissar looked at them suspiciously, his bolt pistol aimed for Gabriel.
"Who are you?" he asked gruffly "Speak quickly!"
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The ARC troopers had well entrenched themselves on the rooftops, firing continuous streams of blaster fire from their blast cannons and high powered blasters upon the charging Chaos Raptors who had activated their jump-packs and took to the skies. They fell upon their new prey with their chain-swords revving and their bolt pistols firing but these white armoured soldiers proved themselves to be better trained than the PDF or Imperial Guards that they had fought so far.
Their timing and firing concentration was flawless and executed with incredible finesse, taking down three Raptors before they landed on the rooftop and engaged them in close range combat. They began to swing their chain-swords tearing four of the ARC troopers apart, the survivors jumped back and either unsheathed thin bladed swords of drew deadly looking pistols from their holsters.
A hail of crimson bolts rained down upon the Chaos Raptors from the few soldiers who kept their big weapons, killing another two of them but the Raptors were relentless, swinging their swords like madmen, the ARC troopers were elite warriors and didn't back down or freeze, jumping away from the revving chainsaw blades and firing with their blasters.
From a rooftop on the other side of the city centre Sorcerer Talge watched the skirmish taking place on the rooftops, mentally sizing up these new combatants. They weren't amateurs, they dodged and fought well but he saw a weakness, they excelled at long and mid range combat and although they knew enough to keep up with the crazed Raptors they weren't close range fighters.
He smiled behind his helmet when he felt a new presence appear, one that had the familiar alien-like feel of a Force Psyker. There weren't many sorcerers who could say that they meet one but Talge was one of the few who did, in fact the lightsabre hilt attached to his belt was a sign that he had meet and killed a Force Psyker. He remembered the time and smiled at the memory, what a magnificent battle it was.
"It has been a while since I last saw one of your kind" Talge said as he turned, the battle taking place across from him no longer holding on to his interests "I sense that you are powerful young one"
The girl appeared from the shadows and to the sorcerer's surprise she was quite young, just a teenager. Her hair was a long silky blonde, her eyes were a piercing green and the loose brown Jedi robes she wore hid her figure well but Talge saw the skin tight light armour underneath, she wore several utility belts, two loose ones around her waist, covered with an assortment of knives, a bolt pistol and the two hilts of lightsabres.
"Hmm" she muttered uncaringly, her eyes scanning her opponent "I haven't fought a Chaos Sorcerer yet…don't be too disappointing, okay"
The sorcerer gritted his teeth at the girl's smug tone, she was either cocky or confident, something that he knew was separated by a very fine line. His annoyance was replaced by amusement and he threw his head back and laughed "Amusing little one" he said "But I doubt you have the power to best me"
"We will see" she replied.
He raised his twisted staff and unleashed several balls of warp fire towards her, laughing maniacally while doing so. The girl simply looked at the balls and vanished into a blur of motion to the surprise of the sorcerer. She reappeared above him, her two lightsabres in her hands and ignited, glowing crimson and gold, she swung her gold bladed lightsabre only to find it blocked by the staff. The sorcerer starred at her, his helmets eye visors glowing red.
"Buzz off" he said mockingly before using his strength to bat her lightsabre away, making her ascend a little from the impact and with a swing of his staff unleashed a blade shaped blast of warp energy, the little girl smiled and vanished in a blur once again, reappearing behind him and executed several deadly strikes from her two lightsabres, each of which Talge keenly intercepted with his staff, but the speed of her strikes and the quickness of her advance made him take steps backward.
Growling angrily he swung his staff again, releasing another wave of warp energy, the girl quickly withdrew from her assault, vanishing once again and reappearing several meters away from him, falling into the combat stance known as the Jar'Kai, the stance used by force Psykers who wielded two lightsabres. She looked at him and giggled innocently.
"Your pretty good for one so young" Talge admitted "In fact your speed is incredible, moving so fast that you become a blur and vanish. If one didn't know any better they would think that you teleported"
"My master always told me that I would become a powerful Jedi one day" she replied with an equally innocent smile, almost as if she didn't understand the gravity of the situation taking place around her "In fact he thinks that I have already surpassed him"
"Then why do you continue to train under a master who is weaker than you" Talge replied "Your powers would bring you great standing among the forces of Chaos. You could gain unimaginable power and have control of an entire world with armies of millions at your command, to do what you wish on a whim"
The girl actually seemed to think on it but smiled mischievously "I think I'll pass" she replied "From what I have seen following Chaos is murder on your skin, plus I'd go crazy if I had to look at so many ugly faces all day"
"I see" Talge replied, his form suddenly encompassed by red warp energy "Then I am afraid that you have to die"
He swung his staff again, creating another wave of warp energy, she simply starred at it and vanished again, she reappeared above him, her lightsabres deactivated and raising her hands unleashed a powerful blast of wind, the air swirled into a funnel, like she was the base for a tornado. He began spinning his staff in his hands so fast that it appeared to be a disk, the funnel of wind crashed into it but didn't break through, with a flick of his wrists he dispersed it and raising his free hand fired several blasts of warp fire in quick succession, the girl quickly reactivated her lightsabres and deflected the red fireballs in midair before landing in a crouch.
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The battle had definitely spilled out into the city, on every outer street the horde of cultists and mutants, backed by traitor guard and chaos marines fought with the Imperial Guard companies and PDF units in an incredible sight of lasfire, bolter shells and spilled blood. The defenders weren't backing down, making the invaders fight for every square inch of the city, in every rooftop there was a sniper, every street lined by Imperial Guards, backed by Chimeras, Sentinels and Lemon Russ Battle Tanks.
Outside of the city those Chaos soldiers left behind were being mercilessly strafed and bombed by Ties and Y-wings, the basilisk artillery tanks were now smouldering wrecks on the mountain side, victims of a successful bombing run. The battle for the skies was now in full swing with dozens of Chaos aerofighters dancing with X-wings and A-wings, but even from the ground Lord Sorcerer Kane could plainly see that they no longer had control over the skies, these new fighters were superior in speed and manoeuvrability.
But it didn't matter much now, the bulk of their forces were now within the city and luckily enough the Baneblade and most of the Predator tanks had entered the city by the time the main force of enemy fighters arrived, the constricting streets meant that they couldn't be strafed by these fighters, he guessed they wouldn't bomb this place either, after all they had friendly units down here. Sadly though these narrow streets were a double-edged sword, their vehicles didn't have much room to manoeuvre and they were sitting ducks for surviving anti-tank squads hidden in the abandoned buildings.
He looked back at the walls of the city, flashes of lasfire on the walkways showed the fire fights between his traitor guards and the remaining Imperial Guard who were making his forces pay for every meter of the wall they took but the berserkers and chaos marines accompanying them were definitely the deciding factor.
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On the walls Commissar Quill ran his power-sword through the stomach of a traitor guard and pulled it out in time to deflect another traitor trying to run him through with the bayonet of his lasgun, he swung his blade, cutting of the vile creatures head off of his shoulders. The walkways were fairly narrow, only being about two meters wide so both his Imperial Guard and the traitors were bottlenecked with only the front lines being able to get off any clear shots.
He hit a mutant in the face with the butt of his power-sword, sending it falling over the edge of the wall to his death. He then spun on his heel, swinging his power-sword in a sweeping arc only to have it blocked by the power-axe of a Chaos berserker, he laughed maniacally, his armour covered in blood and stinking of death and decay.
The berserker swung his power-axe, hoping to cut the commissars head clean off, Quill was faster however and ducking the decapitating blow ran his power-sword into the armoured stomach of the fanatical traitor marine, his blade shattered through the marines armoured stomach and exited his back but instead of dying the marine grabbed the commissar by his collar and threw him against the wall, he then grabbed the hilt of the sword and snapped it from the blade before charging the commissar again.
Quill had taken the time to draw his bolt pistol and level it for the marines head, even chaos armour couldn't take a few bolter rounds, he squeezed the trigger and unleashed a concentrated volley of bolter shells which crashed through the armoured helmet and left a gapping hole at the side of his head, spilling blood, bone and brain fragments the berserker fell to the ground, dead.
The commissar didn't have time to rejoice as he raised his bolt pistol and put several rounds into two approaching traitor guard, he continued to fire until the pistol clicked empty, he then released the empty cartridge and slammed his last one into the bolt pistol before levelling it at the approaching chaos soldiers again, the Imperial Guards at his back continued to pour lasfire into the mutants and traitors ranks, dropping dozens, they were taking losses too though.
He heard the sounds of insane laughter and saw Chaos berserkers wadding through the horde, throwing anyone in their way over the side of the walls. When they finally got through they charged his men and started to hack them apart with their power-axes. They managed to get a few but in the end the armour of the berserkers and their fanatical ideal to spill blood for their dark god was the deciding factor.
Quill continued to fire his bolt pistol until it clicked empty and then he was mercilessly cut down by a chaos berserker. Even with his death the Imperial Guards behind him continued to fight, pouring lasfire, grenades and plasma into the traitor's ranks but they were being slowly pushed back by the berserkers and recently arriving chaos marines, who were now pouring bolter rounds into their flanks, at this rate the walls would fall.
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Since he had meet the commissar and the remnants of his commanding squad he had managed to enlist their help, they began moving through the city streets, from cover to cover, gunning down everything bearing a chaos mark. As they continued on they had managed to hook up with another two units of ARC troopers plus another three squads of Imperial Guard. Right now however they were moving through the back alleys of the city, keeping clear of large enemy troop concentrations, their destination was the artillery field in the city centre, which had strangely gone silent.
"Commissar Vail" Gabriel asked as the column of white armoured ARC troopers and camouflaged green Guardsmen continued to run down the alleyway "How long has it been since the last barrage"
"About thirty minutes ago Jedi master" Vail replied, it was strangely easy to enlist this mans help. Once he explained he was a Jedi knight, or force Psyker as his kind was known here it was surprisingly simple, apparently Revan and his forces was well known and respected here "We got a couple of garbled reports after but they were badly jammed"
Suddenly a volley of lasfire erupted from the rooftops above, peppering the front group of Imperial Guards and killing four. The rest acted swiftly, diving for cover in the alley and returning fire with their blasters and lasguns. Vail grabbed his bolt pistol and started to squeeze off shots while Gabriel used the force to telekinetically lift and throw pieces of rubble and debris.
The snipers on the roof were well hidden however and two ARC troopers were next to fall under the sniper fire, he felt someone grab his shoulder and turned to see the white helmet of Commander Gin, the leading officer of the ARC troopers, what he wanted to ask was clear and Gabriel nodded "Do it commander"
He nodded and got the attention of a few of his squad mates, he began making hand signs with his right hand, which they seemed to understand easily. When he finished they jumped into action with five ARC's raising their blasters to the rooftops and beginning to pour concentrated blaster fire upon them, it was then that two more ARC's, armed with rocket launchers ran into the open, got down on a knee, aimed their massive weapons and fired, the rockets aims were true, crashing into the rooftops and blowing them apart.
A grim silence followed and after Gabriel checked the surrounding area through the force he summoned the column to continue on, as they began running again the Commissar came up beside him "That was impressively done, they didn't even need to speak"
"The ARC divisions are some of the most elite in the GA military commissar" Gabriel replied "Their divisions have been in play since a time known as the clone wars and they specialise in this type of urban warfare. Guerrilla fighting, sniping, fast attack and sabotage are their specialty"
"No doubt" the Commissar replied "I wouldn't mind a squad of these troopers myself"
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Revan looked out over the space battle one more time; capital-ships were now side by side, blasting away at each other with their lance and plasma batteries. Surrounding them were swarms of starfighters, seen because of the countless flashes of lasfire and plumes of explosions. The battle in orbit had finished, Mynn's little star destroyer and her assigned force of cruisers stood, battered but victorious over the burning husks of the Slaughter-class cruisers they were fighting, the battle here had been harsh with two of his own cruisers destroyed and the rest suffering damage, he growled angrily, remembering why he liked to stay away from large scale confrontations.
The enemies lead battleship was still there, battered but still combat worthy with a small cluster of frigates and destroyers surrounding her, they had been trying to follow the Reverent Blade in a desperate attempt to stop them from reaching planet side but the planets three Mars-class Battlecruisers were doing a good job at keeping them contained, another two Lunar-class cruisers were en route, having finished their own engagements.
Revan smiled triumphantly behind his face mask, they couldn't stop them now, he turned to Admiral Saul who also had a triumphant smile on his ageing features "Admiral you may release the first wave of assault pods, I think my boys have waited for long enough"
"Yes sir" Saul replied before turning towards the bridge crew and relaying the order. Within moments he saw the first wave of ten assault pods shot out of their respective launch tubes and drop towards the planets, being completely enveloped in the red hot fires of the planets upper atmosphere.
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Sorcerer Valmont looked up to the sky and cursed as another wave of the strange solar-panel winged fighters came down for another pass, unleashing another salvo of green lasfire. The column of traitor guard that they targeted didn't stand a chance and were cut down as a result, the anti-air vehicles immediately opened fire, spraying the sky with lasfire in an attempt to hit the nimble starfighters.
The sudden superiority of these fighters told the Epsilon level Psyker one very important detail, they had just lost control of the skies. Their last aerofighters had fallen in flaming wrecks to the ground leaving the skies to this new faction, without them the enemy fighters had complete control and were tearing the rearguard legions apart with strafing and bombing runs.
That wasn't the worst part however; it was one of the Chaos marines who saw them first, large bulky silhouettes in the darkness, lumbering towards them from the southwest. As they came closer the Sorcerer felt the small tremors of the ground shaking under his feet, whatever these new machines were they were big, very big, at least 5m tall and covered in alien weapon emplacements. Surrounding them was a swath of smaller walkers similar in appearance to an Imperium Sentinel with several Lemon Russ and Predator battle tanks painted in no Imperium colours he had ever seen.
Above them were several dozen assault gunships of different shapes and sizes, obviously full of soldiers and weapons, from the sky a small swarm of the unknown fighters encircled them, protecting them from the few surviving aerofighters who were desperately trying to intercept them.
"All surviving predators get into a skirmish line and fire on my mark" the sorcerer ordered into his helmet com, from the back he heard the squealing sounds of tank tracks, the last few Chaos predators and assault dreadnoughts who survived the strafing runs were lumbering into position, five predators and three dreadnoughts. No where near enough to halt this advance, hinder them maybe.
"For the dark gods…fire!"
As one the lined up predators fired their main cannons, the barrels of their guns recoiling as they unleashed the tainted shells upon the advancing army. The front two walkers took the brunt of the barrage and exploded in a hail of shrapnel and fire, the larger four-legged machines were not so easily deterred. They returned fire, unleashing powerful salvos of green lasfire from the guns located on their box-shaped heads, the blasts hit the line head on, charring the armour and blasting the chassis of one of the dreadnoughts wide open, showing the remains of the undead marine within. As the exchanging of fire continued Valmont saw the front of one of his tanks explode under combined fire, then another and another until finally his tank was all that remained, it fired another shell, taking the legs of one of the escort walkers before it was pulverised by combined fire.
Valmont was thrown from the top of his exploding predator, landing in a bloodied heap several meters away. His armour was ripped and charred by shrapnel and fire, some piercing through the armour into his body, plunging through skin, bones and vital organs, blood dripped from his scarred mouth and as he took his final ragged breaths he saw the impressive forms of the four-legged walkers as they lumbered by.
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Commander Bass aimed his lasgun and gunned down a trio of heretics who were racing down the corridors of the command spire, his Kasrkin bodyguards gathered around him, also pouring concentrated lasfire into the hallway with their modified hellguns. The command spire had been under heavy attack since an hour after the walls were breached with hordes of cultists storming the towers surrounding sandbag walls, killing the guards who were stationed to defend them and storming into the main entrances of the command centre.
That had been their first error, because the first rooms they entered where the reception, which was a large rectangular room, surrounded with railed walkways above and with no real cover for the entering troops they were mercilessly gunned down by the squads of Imperials stationed on the walkways and balconies, killing a few hundred before they finally managed to break through.
Ever since then the tower had been labelled a contested area with traitors and loyalists battling in the rooms, the corridors and the walkways of the tower, bodies were everywhere, some places were so bad that advancing forces had to trudge through a sea of dead. If that wasn't bad enough a small force of Chaos Raptors had landed on the roof of the spire and had destroyed the artillery and anti-air batteries stationed there, his men and he did kill them off but not until half of his own Kasrkins were killed in return.
Finally they reached the top of the tower, a small room overlooking the entire city and what the commander saw terrified him, half of the city was in flames, the other half was in ruins and just barely visible in the streets and on the rooftops were the dark forms of fighting troops, explosions and flashes of lasfire showed just how truly heavy the fighting was.
The commander face fell at the destruction that had befallen the city that he had been charged to defend, so this was it, the tower was the main entrance to the underground chambers that were underneath the city and as vast as they were he knew that eventually they would find the civilians who were hiding there. He had failed them, it was that simple.
"Commander" one of his Kasrkins said, a black gloved hand pointing towards the sky "Those look like drop pods"
At once his face snapped up towards the sky were the afterburners of several dozen assault pods could be seen, like flickering fireflies in the night sky, he didn't need a closer look at them, those pods belonged to the Space marines. His suspicions were proven true when he saw one of the pods drop past the tower, it was black and silver in colour with the sign of two lightsabres clashing together painted on its side, they had come, the Black Fists had finally come.
A drop pod hit the platform ten meters away from where the commander stood, its thrusters giving it enough of a cushioned landing so as not to break through the metal decking. The walls of the pod fell outwards and running out of the breach was a group of four space marines, their armour shining black and silver, the intimidating bulky forms of bolters held in their gauntleted hands.
Following them was a much more slender figure, completely dressed in skin tight black battle-armour with an assortment of blades, pistols and a cylindrical device latched onto a half dozen belts. Her long black hair was held up by long needles. A long midnight blue cloak fell from her shoulders and billowed in the high altitude winds as she walked towards the commander and his Kasrkins. Behind her the four space marines trotted towards the entrance of the building and formed into a skirmish line, bolters held ready to fire at a moments notice.
"Commander Bass" she said as she brought herself to attention and saluted "It has been a long time"
"Yes a very long time" Bass replied as he recognised the girl, he had been a toddler when he last saw her and, needless to say she had not aged a day since then "Sonya Revan Shan"
"You remember me commander" she replied with a slight grin, the sudden hysterical sounds of laughter and chants brought their attention to the only real entrance to the platform, a set of double doors at least three meters across. Twenty cultists, armed with laspistols and blades ran through the wrecked doors, the space marines reacted instantly; pouring bolter rounds into their flanks, bolter shells flew out of their guns as they continued their merciless barrage, before long the cultists were nothing more than a mound of smouldering bodies on the floor.
Immediately the four marine broke into a dash, passing through the doors and poured more bolter fire into the corridors. The commander heard the death screams of even more cultists and traitors, the red flashes of returned lasfire ricocheted harmlessly off of their armour as they continued their almost terrifying assault. As they continued their barrage there was a flash of light and another four marines appeared beside them, each adding their own salvo of bolter shells into the barrage instantly.
Teleportation, the only way for such a device to properly work was if there was a tracker device at the targeted site, if that wasn't there then the people being teleported would end up anywhere in the city or in the worse case scenario stuck in a wall. Using a tracker attached to the armour of one of the marines already onsite was the only safe way to teleport from one place to another, and even then it had to be in an open space, like this platform for instance.
"Well commander" Sonya said as she bagan walking towards the double-doors, drawing a pair of duelling laspistols "Lets take back your city"
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Lieutenant Ferr watched as another of his ARC troopers fell to the almost fanatical onslaught of Chaos Raptors, they had been attacked the moment they hit the ground and now the rooftop that his three squads had landed on was covered with the bodies of both his ARC troopers and Chaos Raptors. His men were putting up a fight but the superior numbers of the raptors were showing, he had lost well over half of his men while the raptors were still coming, their chain-swords and myriad of other weapons at the ready.
He drew his duelling blaster pistols, long barrelled weapons powerful enough to blast through dark trooper armour and fired, the red blasts smashed into the raptor charging him and ripped through his chest plate, another couple of rounds sent him back to his dark gods. The Lieutenant spun on his heel and instinctively jumped backwards, just barely missing the revving blade of a chain-sword by millimetres and squeezed of a couple of more rounds, the blasts caught the raptor in his helmet, tearing through and leaving a gaping hole in the side of his head.
He managed a tired glance at the other side of the centre where blasts of warp fire were clearly seen, obviously their young Jedi friend was keeping the sorcerer busy, but for how much longer. Either way his units required reinforcements fast, they were now down to a quarter of their original strength, a truth which was blatantly obvious when the trooper in front of him was stabbed by the chain-sword of a raptor, the chainsaw blade ripping through his chest plate sending fragments of armour, bone and blood in every possible direction. He raised his blasters, aimed for the culprit marine and fired a volley of shots which ripped his armour to shreds and killed him with precise shots to his chest and head.
Across the way sorcerer Talge struck out with his twisted staff, unleashing a powerful wave of warp energy at the charging force Psyker, she jumped high into the air and somersaulted over him, missing the blast of warp energy and struck out with her gold bladed lightsabre. The energy blade missed his armour by mere millimetres and as she landed on the ground she just managed to bring her red bladed lightsabre up in time to block a sweeping strike from the sorcerer's chaos imbued staff.
She starred straight into his eye visors, feeling his psychic gaze try to break through her mental defences, she wouldn't allow that however and swung with her golden lightsabre, but only hit air as he vanished in a blur of motion, reappearing above her and swinging downwards with his staff, unleashing a torrent of warp fire, the same move he used to destroy the artillery batteries below. The girl blurred out of existence again, but was forced to keep moving as every time she slowed a fireball was right above her, blasting large craters into the armoured rooftop. Finally she was caught by the aftershock of one of the blasts, thrown across the roof and landing with a sharp thud against a wall. The sorcerer approached her, swinging his staff experimentally as if testing its weight, as he towered over her he grabbed the hilt of the lightsabre attached to his belt and thumbed it to life, a silver blade held against his next victims throat.
"What an ending" Talge said mockingly "Your life ended by the blade of one of your own…do you wish to hear how this one screamed as I plunged his own weapon through his heart?"
"Shut up" Alana breathed.
The sorcerer laughed in response "Amusing, a warrior till the very end. Perhaps I'll imprison your soul in the blade of one of your lightsabres"
"You won't get the chance" a musical voice said from behind him, before the sorcerer could turn the blade of a witchblade plunged through his back, exiting his chest, it cut sideways destroying organs and slicing through bone before exiting the chaos servants side, he let out s sputtered cry and fell down dead on the concrete floor.
"What took you so long?" Alana asked as Ishta, fully kitted in her black and white mesh armour gently hauled her to her feet with her free hand, the other holding the beautiful and elegant witchblade, whose blade ran red with the blood of the sorcerer she had just killed. Behind her was a full squad of white armoured ARC troopers, further guarded by the intimidating forms of two YVH combat droids.
"Can you stand?" Ishta asked, completely ignoring the sarcastic question that the young Imperial Jedi had asked.
"I can do better than that" Alana replied as she shakily got to her feet "I can fight"
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Lord Inquisitor Kane looked up to the skies just in time to see the second wave of assault pods plunge through the black clouds and fall like stones towards the cities surface. He had felt the unmistakeable feeling of space marines and force psykers within the first wave of atmospheric pods but in this second pod he felt the presences of even more including the old, well shielded minds of terminators, dreadnoughts, assault marines and several millennia old force psykers.
He turned to his brother, the eye visors of his mask glowing with a dim crimson hue. He was among them, his essence was unmistakeable, a feeling of power that matched the two of them combined, a thought reached out towards them, piercing through their mental defences as if they were mere paper, the voice was sharp and menacing.
I am here Brothers of Blood. Face me!!!
The mental voice had not changed in the century since the last time they had faced him, it radiated power and the will to both control and use it. This was the being that starred into their glowing eyes and spat at their faces, the being who cut down their finest apprentices, the being who lead the destruction of their last great army, the being who showed them that the warp wasn't the only true power in the universe.
Where are you Revan the Grey Kahn spat angrily. This will not be the same as last time, our powers have quadrupled since the last time we have fought!!!
Come and get me warp spawn Revan replied spitefully I and my kin will crush you and your pitiful army yet again!
I am sorry to say that I won't be able to update for about two to three weeks because I am away on holiday tomorrow but by the time I get back I may have a chapter ready for you so just be patient. Peace!
So how was it, I hope I didn't overdo this one, this time I decided to play my hand at urban, or city combat but in the next chapter you will be quit happy to see plenty of combat involving space marines, terminators, dreadnoughts and so on. Plus I will be introducing a new character from the KOTOR saga, guess who.