Yamm

New Karnak

Corporal James of the Alliance Marines thought he was going to die hiding in a shelter with police survivors and the civilians he failed to protect. He reckons he's the last survivor of the platoon sent to this planet for extreme bad weather training, for the sole reason of being the first to get wounded in combat and sent to the back. A depressing thought which served to only bring his spirits down to levels dangerously close to rock-bottom.

"Heh. If I survive this fuckfest somehow, I'll finally have a depressing war story to top pa's own." He said with a nonchalance he doesn't truly feel. He ignored the incredulous stares of the cops crouching to his left and right. 'Let them, we're going to die soon anyway.' The shelter door is on its last legs now, he thinks one more explosive will do the trick and those Batarian bastards will come pouring in guns blazing. And the only action left to James is to die fighting, knowing he had done all he could. So he waited...

BOOOM!

Chunks of rubble and twisted steel were sent flying inwards made for a very loud racket. Good thing their defensive position was downstairs and to the right from the entrance. If the Batarians want to get to them they'll have to climb down said stairs where there is no cover to use, in clear sight of the marine and two officers who get to hide behind reinforced concrete and steel emplacements designed just for situations like these. He mounts his Avenger and aims downrange, wincing slightly as the gunshot wound on his thigh throbbed to remind him it exists. The police officers, jolly old man Grigory now sporting a grim countenance as he imitated James in aiming his Predator, and cadet Guanyin who couldn't have made her newness to the job more obvious with the slight shaking in her limbs.

He can hear them now, the pirate's jeering and the taunts echoing down the stairway with their footfalls rushing towards them. "This is it fellas." He said to the two. "Been an honour fighting with ya."

"I was gonna retire in a month." Grigory grumbled. "All that pension money, wasted."

"And I thought joining the force would get me away from my overbearing family." Gaunyin muttered.

Then the first pirate made it down the stairs, moving perfectly in front of his sights. James breathed out his fear, his depression, and let cold focus take over his mind. He then squeezed the trigger.


"Damned cowards, running away from the humans!" Greb roared in frustration and rage as the five survivors of the second wave retreated back up the stairs. That made sixteen more of his men dead now.

"Why don't you try then huh?!" One of the survivors spat back at him in loathing. "There's no cover down there for us, the hallway is straight, and they've got a bunker to hide behind that's out of reach of our grenades!"

He gnashed his teeth at the rude report, holding himself back from shooting the insolent cur for the sheer disrespect. Any other time he wouldn't have hesitated but he's running low on men at the moment. He looked around.

The plaza outside the entrance to the shelter was filled with his band of pirates, around forty in all, doing their best to fortify the three roads leading to it with what they've got. Abandoned cars, empty crates, corpses, anything that could serve as decent cover was used. Squads of their better shots were holed up in the upper floors of the buildings around the plaza, which isn't that high when the average building is only around three stories here. But all the preparation will be needed, if the reports from his subordinates that died against them are accurate of their attacker's abilities.

Panicked transmissions from one of Drathar's technicians alerted them of the threat first, screaming about armored giants with blades tearing them apart before it cut off, but not before Greb and other nearby pirates heard his dying scream of pain and horror. No one from Drathar's group made contact or responded to calls so he reluctantly deemed them wiped out to the last.

It happened two more times after that. Uderlak and his boys, who were ransacking a warehouse of biofuel, managed to report back some more details of the new attackers even while they were getting slaughtered.

"Greb you bastard, we need reinforcements! There are giant armored humans with jetpacks ripping my men to pieces and- by the Pillars stop him! Stop hiaaAARGH-!"

They were wiped out as well. Kharmak's group fared a bit better, in that one panicked survivor managed to make it back to the plaza. At least then he got more intel on the new humans heading straight for his position.

"Th-they were too f-fast! They have n-no shields but c-can't hit the-them enough to matter when th-they're right up in our faces and killing us with spears of all things!" The grunt shakily reported, curled up against a crate. Blood covered most of the man's upper body, though if its his own or another's he didn't say. "Most of us r-ran they've k-killed Uderlak, b-but then they f-fired grenades o-our way. W-we don't-" He started hyperventilating, and he looked up at Greb and his officers with eyes filled with absolute terror. "You're all- we're all gonna die!"

Greb shot the defeatist coward then. He has no need for weak willed soldiers like him, who must have exaggerated the abilities of the new humans too much to cover up the magnitude of his failure. A bunch of spear-wielding barbarians are no match against the massed firepower of his pirate band. They've won only because of the element of surprise, not skill or anything else!

"Stay here and keep them down in their hole." He ordered the insolent grunt and the survivors. "We'll deal with them after we wipe out the new human group thinking they could take us on."

"Suit yourself." Said grunt replied back in a scathing tone and sat down against the wall.

Gah, he really wanted to kill the bastard.


Power Zahariel hurtled through the skies with his twenty-man assault squad following right behind in a V-formation. Their objective, to eliminate a group of xenos laying siege to a fortified building held by surviving law enforcement forces who continue to broadcast distress signals and calls for reinforcements which the Imperial forces intercepted. The remembrancers, language experts and techpriests finally transmitted a translation program to all astartes and auxilia forces landing on the planet for the native language this group of humans use, though from background chatter Zahariel surmised the deciphering of the language went quicker than usual.

"Baelos, lead nine of the squad to deal with that tank!" He ordered in their vox-channel, highlighting the outline of the xenos vehicle in their squad battle-link.

"It will be done!" The marine then activated his lateral manoeuvring thrusters to separate from the formation, the nine other marines behind him imitating him as they flew towards their target.

"Follow me, Blood Angels!" He and his battle-brothers cut the thrust of their jump packs, crafted by forge world Phaeton, so now they're falling on the thickest section of the enemy grouping up for an assault on the main entrance at high speed. "For the Emperor and Sanguinius! Death!"

"DEATH!" He and his brothers cried out, the xenos' attention drawn to look up towards them in shock. Many raised their guns to fire at them but alas, for them it was too late. Zahariel's first kill in this battle was a four eyed xeno crushed into a bloody smear under his sabatons as he landed. He then lunged forward, power sword swinging upwards to bisect another from hip to shoulder and his bolt pistol killed one more in two shots, one to pop some sort of shield and the second going through pathetically weak armour and detonating with their usual explosive lethality.

He heard screaming coming closer and he turned towards it, seeing a xeno charging towards him engulfed in some sort of bluish aura. The xeno suddenly blurred and instinct pushed Zahariel into jump-pack dashing sideways, though he kept his blade held out in its path. He was proven correct in doing this when the streak of blue light which the xeno became was split in twain and the two halves splattered onto the side of a perforated barricade.

A brief observation of his surroundings showed him his squad performing excellently, creating a widening circle empty of live xenos. No one had gotten injured yet, though the damages to their power armours are increasing at a worrying pace.

The veteran then spied a pair of xenos looking to be setting up a heavy weapon nearby. He quickly oriented towards them and performed an assault leap to end them before they can fire upon his brothers.

"Death to the enemies of mankind!"


"Holy shit..."

Beckett didn't know who said that, but it pretty much summed up the general feeling of everyone looking out from the station.

What else could he feel, could anyone feel, watching through the broken and shot-up windows the giant red knights with jetpacks, giant pistols that shoot exploding bullets and chainsaw swords that charged at the pirates and got busy being murderously effective killing machines?

"Um. Should we help them?" Beside him Tyrone asked their commanding officer, the big man uncharacteristically hesitant to fight.

"I don't know about any of you lot, but I don't believe there'd be any more Batarians once we take down all the barricades downstairs." Deputy chief Elizabeth said with a frown as she watched the... fight... happening outside. Beckett sighed, relaxing a little. It looks like they just got saved. Though by who? Well.

He watched a separate group of red knights run away from the tank that's been blowing holes on the side of the station. It blew up spectacularly seconds later, and said knights went on to help their fellows in killing the remaining two dozen or so Batarians with speed and fluidity no being that large should possess. The biggest example of said speed being that knight with more gold on their armor narrowly dodge a biotic charge, a move that's borderline impossible to do, and slice the pirate biotic who did that in two in the act with a glowing longsword.

Just then the knight he'd been thinking about, the extra ornamentation must indicate higher rank, sheathed their sword and started walking towards the station followed by two others.

"Wait, could this be another first contact?" One of the officers nervously asked aloud.

"If so, we've done an excellent job making ourselves look weak." Beckett replied with a sardonic chuckle. "The diplomats will not like that at all."

"That's on parliament for denying us selfish, whiny colonists extra defence funds for the third time." Elizabeth declared, and everyone solemnly nodded in agreement. None of this shit would have happened if the colony got the defence turrets to shoot pirate ships down from the sky. "Now who wants to come with me and say hi to our knights in shiny and blood splattered armour?"


A.N.

These Blood Angels are isekaid straight from the Great Crusade, yes.

They get a Lunar-class Cruiser with all the bells and whistles that 40k-era warships don't have anymore. Nice things like automated autoloaders to reload the macrocannons instead of hundreds of slaves with chains.

No Black Rage yet, and the number of marines lost to the Red Thirst are much, much lower than after Sanguinius' death.

Fleet composition is:

Lunar-class Cruiser Vermilion Dawn (Blood Angels)

Sword-class Frigate Fulminare (Blood Angels)

Sword-class Frigate Leal Guardian (Blood Angels)

Firestorm-class Frigate Great Discovery (Mechanicus)

Imperial Navy Troop Transport Ship Dauntless Ferryman (Fellesian 9th Airborne Regiment)

Imperial Navy Troop Transport Ship Stellar Trek (Sable 70th Armored Regiment)

Mechanicus Cargo Transport Ship AG-01101-0393 (Mechanicus)

Exact numbers of Blood Angels in the fleet are... around 200 or so in Dominion Jopheus' company, part of one of the Legion's many Hosts. Some more 100 or so unattached legionnaires serve as the commanding officers in the escort frigates of the legion's fleet.

Mechanicus contingent is around for... reasons.

A.N. 2

Questions of the lackluster size of the Blood Angel's fleet are starting to come up. So! here's what I told Maglad through PM(Private Message):

Because they were in Imperial controlled territory when they translated into the warp.

"They were basically doing the equivalent of a milk run, if the milk was a couple of auxilia regiments, a shipment of war and industrial materials, and a cruiser just recently repaired, heading back to the frontlines ready for new duties.

Getting lost on the way while travelling through the warp is a very, very rare occurrence. They just happened to be the next unlucky sods."

"I forgot to clarify: the cruiser is old, been around since the Blood Angels were the Revenant Legion. Before Fabulous Sanguinius sorted them out to become the Blood Angels to be as great and fabulous as he is.

And don't let it's commonality think its another average Lunar. Only the best for the Legions."