On the Bridge of The "Hailstorm of Fury, In the Warp.
Vercingetoron sat on his Command Throne and listened to his Legionary Officers presenting plans for the Campaign each of which were being debated by the other officers and indeed by the Primarch himself.
"The Ultramarines may have some plans in place for their offensive, But if we wait till we hear their plans, We may be able to fit in more troops for the attack." Atripox suggested to his Father and brothers to which Borsos agreed in Reply to his Brothers' suggestion.
"I agree with the First Captain, We should coordinate with our Ultramarine Cousins and in doing so foster goodwill between our two Legions." He said as the Murmurs of the Legionary Officers assent was eclipsed by their Father's own Reply.
"Gulliman and I will meet up, But depending on the situation faced by our Cousins, We may have to drop other obligations to others in order to help them find the Xenos who had so thoroughly thrashed them, And when we do… The twin Fury of Gallia and Ultramar will destroy them!" He said as his Sons slammed their fists into their breastplates shouting in High Gothic.
"THE WILL OF THE EMPEROR AND GALLIA!" His Captains roared then left leaving their father to prepare himself for the most intense battle of his Life, He took a deep breath to settle his nerves, Offering a quiet prayer to his inner strength to aid him in battle, He stood up and barked out Orders to the fleet.
"All Ships drop out of the warp, Raise the Void Shields and arm all weapons, We're going to war!" He roared as Klaxons and alarms blared throughout the fleet, Signaling battle-stations, Legionaries ran to their drop pods and thunderhawks, Wrath starfighters and fury interceptors were prepared for launch, Imperial Army Soldiers assembled rank upon rank of men and women wearing the Colors of Gallia, their Autoguns were held tightly to their chests as Disciplinary officers made inspiring speeches and Officers spoke amongst each other showing Dataslates of the upcoming offensive, It was time for the Legion and it's Mortal Auxilia make a mark in the Annals of Imperial History, Glory or death awaits them all…
Near Alpha-493-235, Realspace.
The Hailstorm of Fury And her attendant fleet translated out of the warp and into realspace, What greeted them was a raging battle over the Orbit of Alpha-493-235, The orks were holding the Ultramarines back but were slowly being chipped away by the 13th Legion, The arrival of the 2nd was welcomed by The 13th Legion warmly as the Gloriana-Class Battleship of the 2nd opened fired with her Macro Cannons and Lance Batteries, Wrath and Fury Interceptors flew out of their Hangers and engaged the Ork Fighta-Bomma, Which while slow were not even ready for the Full fury of the 2nd Legions' Assault, When the two legions finally pushed the Ork ships back, allowing their Strike Cruisers and battle barges to stream past, The Main Ork Flagship meanwhile was being boarded by Vercingetoron and The An Garda Schionia alongside a well-timed assault by Gulliman and his Suzerain Invictius allowed the two legions to break the back of the Orkhoid Fleet, The two Primarchs ordered their Fleet Commanders to deal with the Remnants while they and their gene-sons could now turn their full fury upon the Orks, Vercingetoron concentrating his might on the Southern Continent and The Western Continent would fall to the Scions of Gulliman…
Sons of Gallia Landing Zone.
Atripox plodded forth in his Cataphractii Terminator Armor, He fired his Storm Bolter in his hand, He has a Power Mace in his free hand.
"Come on Brothers! Father is landing with the Rest of the Legion, But they need a foothold to get a firm Bridgehead!" He roared as he smashed an Ork Boyz aside, Sending the brute sailing, he watched as one of his Brothers got torn apart by an Ork Nob who was leading the Attack.
The Nob was returned the Favor by a Terminator Brother wielding a Flamethrower, The promethium lashed out at the Monstrosity, the flames licked at the flesh of the damnable Xeno who charged at the Terminator brother but before anything bad could occur, His Gene-sire leapt from his Stormbird coming down on top of the Nob, His sword pointed downwards, The Blade entered the bastard's skull and the added force of Vercingetoron's power armor also impacting the ork was too much for the Ork's body to handle and it fell backwards, The primarch then scanned the surrounding area, His sons were finally routing or killing the remainder of the Orks that had assaulted them.
"Father, Gulliman reported that his Legion has gained a foothold on the Western Continent, The Emperor is sending the Imperial Fists and The Word Bearers to aid us." Atripox reported as Vercingetoron paused, Clearly father was worried about something and he was right to be worried, This was already a massive enough battle, But throwing two more Legions into the Fray seems to be a little too much.
"That isn't right, Get our Command Post set up and send word to Horus, Sanginius and Gulliman of your report, We need to discuss this." Vercingetoron said as Atripox nodded not before speaking his mind.
"If I am allowed to say this, The Reinforcements will be needed, Especially since the Luna Wolves reconitored the Ork Capital world, There's a massive ork Warfleet there, And even with Us plus the Luna Wolves, Blood Angels and Ultramarines we don't even have the numbers to storm it." Atripox said as Vercingetoron nodded in respect to his Son's words and bade him to leave, The Primarch watched as his Sons set up defensive emplacements, The Imperial Army Auxilia also working feverishly to set up trenches, A few of the Soldiers conversed in Gallian Low Gothic the Troopers were talking about the recent battle, The Primarch quietly approached the soldiers, One of them then said.
"Did you see that Ork get torn apart by the Primarch? Skies above that were amazing, came down like a thunderbolt." One of the Veterans said, His Rifle was on the ground and he was sitting cleaning the Weapon thoroughly.
"Aye, Sarge, That was amazing. If there'd been more of the Lord, who's to say that an entire force of the Legiones Astartes and Demi-Gods could unite together?" A private asked as Vercingetoron, clearly amused, spoke.
"Entire planets would quake in fear as Thousands of Astartes lead soldiers like you to victory. It'd be a star shaking and terrifying sight to behold for our enemies." The Primarch said as the Soldiers suddenly stood up and snapped to attention and knelt down, The Primarch bade them to rise, There was a smile on his face, Which the Imperial Army soldiers of Gallia even though they can hardly speak, were glad they have a kind lord.
"Have you men scouted out the Periphery?" Vercingetoron asked, his smile faded and the Imperial Army Soldiers turned serious in response.
"Not yet, Sire, We've been too busy digging trenches to do some Reconnaissance although… Your Legions' Outrider squads are doing that for us." The Veteran Sergeant of the Squad said as Vercingetoron nodded in response.
"Make sure everyone is dug in, and ready for any Orkish Attacks." The Primarch ordered as the Squad saluted and got back to work, He spotted an Ultramarine Stormbird in-bound, Smoking and heavily damaged, The Vox crackled to life.
"This is Spear of Macragge, To Second Legion Cousins, requesting permission to set down." The pilot spoke as Vercingetoron activated his Vox to respond.
"Spear of Macragge, You have my permission to land, Techmarine Reticus, Effect repairs on the Spear of Macragge." Vercingetoron ordered his Techmarine son who followed his father's orders to the letter as soon as the Stormbird landed as Vercingetoron with 10 Members of his Elite An Garda Schonia present, Their Orange Cataphractii Terminator Battle-plate was Adorned with a Silver Trim and their Right Pauldron was Green, The hissing of pressurized air could be heard and as a Cobalt Blue armor with white trim and gold terminator armor exited, The Magnificent form of Roboute Gulliman walked down the Ramp, Smiling at his brother, Vercingetoron also noticed that The 13th Legion's Legion Master and Chapter Master Marius Gage by his Primarch's side, Atripox who stood next to his Father nodded towards his Brother, Having formed a bond while fighting during the Extrasolar war in the Sol System, Even though the 2nd Legion was 400 Battle-Brothers strong at time, They gained a mutual understanding during the fighting, Gage was nearly killed by hostile fire had it not been for Atripox's bravado and courage, He grabbed a Missile Launcher off a dead then Warborn and fired at the bunker slaughtering those inside, Marius in gratitude swore an Oath to Atripox promising to help his Honor-brother in times of need.
"Brother! It's nice to see you." Vercingetoron said as the two Demi-Gods clasped their hands around their wrists and shook on it, Atripox and Marius stood off to one side with the Honor guard of both Primarchs.
"They're happy." Atripox noted as the two Brother-Primarchs laughed and talked in High Gothic and Marius let out a snort and looked at his Honor-Brother.
"Aye, They are and I'm glad to see you my Honor-Brother." The Ultramarine said as Atripox flashed a grin before speaking.
"Oh aye, How's the 13th's Assault on your Area of Operations?" Atripox asked to which Maris let out a low growl as he spoke there was fury in his voice.
"These Damned Orks, Everyone we put down 10 more takes their place, We've suffered 500 Battle-Brothers, What of your Legion?" Marius asked as Atripox looked at the Helmets where his dead Brother's lie was obvious.
"I lost 4 Terminator Brethren, We also lost 50 Legionnaires, 45 Initiates, 9 Tanks, with 20 more in varying States of Damage, We also lost 4 Stormbirds, 1,000 Auxilia Troops." Atripox said not getting into further details than that as Marius nodded Solemnly.
Meanwhile Gulliman and Vercingetoron's ears heard their conversations, Gulliman looked at his brother and then spoke.
"They aren't wrong, I have never seen Orks be this stubborn before." Gulliman said as Vercingetoron nodded and looked up.
"Annnnnd, Here's Dorn, No doubt here to Reinforce us." The Lord of Gallia said as Gulliman looked up as well to see an Yellow Hulled Stormbird Landing, As Gulliman and Vercingetoron walked over, The hissing of pressurized air could be heard once more and yellow and black colored Terminator Plate walked down the Ramp- 7th Legion Huscarls the Bodyguard of Rogal Dorn and their first Captain Sigismund is the first one down, Followed last by Dorn himself.
"Ah, Guilliman, Vericingetoron, Nice to see you two." Dorn said as the three Primarchs shook hands in sign of brotherly affection to which Gulliman smiled.
"It is nice to see you Dorn, Sorry Vercing if you're confused, This is Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the 7th, and a Siege warfare master." Gulliman said as Vercingetoron nodded in response and shook hands with Dorn again.
"How is the situation here?" Dorn asked as the 3 Brothers and their Honor Guard Details walked into Vercingetoron's Strategium where countless Staff officers and Legionary Officers spoke and shared progress reports amongst the others, Vercingetoron also endorsed a select few Remembrancers who were currently watching the Proceedings, It was breath-taking to see Three Demi-gods of battle and yet… Events will conspire that will ultimately lead to a shocking conclusion that will be felt within the 2nd Legion's Gene-seed upon returning home….