Howdy. This is a snapshot an idea I took from an other book series. It's a short story that ties into the main plot or shows another part of the storyline. I'm using this idea to showcase a certain role or event happening outside the main story that is relevant but couldn't just fit it in the normal chapters. I'll be doing more of these during big operations but they're going to be short stories to tie us over to the next big phase (Which I'm finally close to completing).

Edge of the Concanid system, Ork Fleet debris, 13 hours after the beginning of operation Dusk Shatter

"What's that?" The question broke the normal chatter of Flyboy squadron. Glancing over at sensors there was an increase in energy about 400 kilometres off their formation's port bow.

In an Instant a gaping purple maw appeared that hurt to look at and managed to produce the sound of people screaming through space.

The maw soon birthed a ship of black and red.

Covered in spikes and chugging toward Concanid station it was an ugly ship adorned in vile looking symbols. A massive 8 pointed star marked the ship an enemy according to the registry the pilots were given by their commander.

The display consoles of the aircrafts focused attention by beeping a warning

"MISSILES INCOMING"

"Oh shi-" one swerved the fighter upward as did his Squadron leader, but of the ten pilots only four made it alive out of the barrage.

Explosions rattled the silent void and the defence fleet of Concanid began accelerate to the threat.

The King's Joust carrier of which Flyboy squadron originated tried to present its pitiful armament. The ship was made to have its craft patrol around for threats not be in direct combat.

But a large bell like sound rocked out of the Intruder's ship. The remnants of Flyboy Squadron had to watch their onboard AIs cannibalize itself in insanity before barely leaving the ship functional.

The effect for the carrier was much worse as the carrier's power management shat the bed and shields dropped.

Shot after shot of pure hatred poured into the carrier as the reactors buckled and ripped a total collapse of the ship's superstructure. Not even lifepods were spared as autocannons shred their occupants.

The defence fleet raced towards the conflict trying to combat the threat. Flyboy squadron was fleeing to the safety of their allies, when they saw the purple gashes begin to form around the bow of the ship.

A sudden violet streak of lightning raced across the the starscape lashing against Concanid station. The defence fleet seemed uncaring to its charge when in reality they were simply sluggish in comparison to the lightning.

Flyboy squadron watched the defence platforms of the station jitter with the lightning before stuttering to aim at the fleet. They unwillingly opened fire

Pandemonium dragged itself onto the stage as the munitions of the UNE shot at each other. The fleet caught off guard and out of position fired into themselves as more warp fissures ripped their way into reality

One of the ships came out ramming the Flyboy squad leader's ship crushing it within an instant. The last of the squadron dived under this new piece of cover.

More of the chaos fleet jumped into the fray beginning boarding actions to anyone they could slaughter.

Seeing the situation and the role they could provide the last desperate member of Flyboy squadron shot to the enemy flagship. Making up their mind they would shoot every bullet they had before they could even attempt to run.

The Ravager, Bridge

Bacheal was pleased... well as pleased as he could be. Watching his fleet stream towards the... whoever they were. Content would've flowed throughout his mind had he joined his forces for the boarding action but sadly the emitter had to be installed on his ship.

Bacheal liked the plan at first. Use the chaos energy latent in his fleet to confuse their machine spirits. Then the Heretek told Bacheal the second part of the plan. It had to be his ship. No others had enough attention from the warp and Bacheal was suffering from success, as he was relegated to only watch the glory of battle fold out before him.

His twin hearts yearned to be in the fray killing, butchering, burning the... the... whoever these were.

Actually wait who are these people? They aren't the fish people, nor eldar, no their ships bore the most resemblance to the Necrons. And they couldn't be Imperials because the imperial fleet was over there.

...

...

Wait what.

WHAT!

Bacheal's gaze shot outside the window to watch the rest of a small Imperial fleet dewarp on the edge of the system.

The threeway battle between the defenses, the... whoever's fleet, and Bacheal's own fleet had gone up to a fourway.

This brief break of surprise that broke Bacheal's smouldering led him to hear the desperate bridge crew calling out for orders from their leader.

Kyjoplin attempted to regain order on the bridge by bellowing out orders for a delay force to be sent to the Imperials. Bacheal watched his second with pride until his eyes caught a small light streaming towards his ship.

It swerved and curved around his ship's ordinance and shot its own into his escorts. He admired the light's bravery as it twisted and twirled around his last escort ship dropping a small bomb that removed the upper half of the escort's bridge.

"Brother-Commander you need to leave the bridge" Kyjoplin's voice cut through Bacheal's fixation on the light.

"What why? Shoot the light" His second began to formulate a sentence to try and convince his commander to leave, but the Light captivated Bacheal and held him hostage in a mesmerizing gaze.

Soon it seemed to stop all movement and grow brighter. All of Bacheal's displeasures melted away as like a moth to a flame he became hypnotized by its blinding light.

He had watched the Light's attacks and since both had abruptly stopped he assumed it had run out. He pondered on why it was glowing brighter until it hit him.

The other edge of the Concanid system, The Foremost Vigilance, bridge

Admiral Machem watched the flagship's head get shredded by the fighter as he realized this galaxy hated him. Setting his trap well Machem had staved the galaxy of their prize though, as when the small Chaos stalling force came it had sprung.

More fissures opened up and the rest of his still small fleet now outnumbered and outmanoeuvred the even smaller chaos stalling force. His artillery ships opened fire and began to set the heretics ablaze with the emperor's fury when he glanced to the battle for the xeno's station.

With the purple gash of lightning abruptly ceasing the defenses of the station regained control of themselves just too late.

Machem watched as a portion of chaos the size of his own disappear into the swirling pink wormhole. And as his trap had been quicker than expected he could focus his attention to other matters.

An adept addressed the admiral "My Lord we have made an interesting discovery" Raising an eyebrow he waited for the adept to continue

"We have picked up an information bandwidth being broadcasted by the station. Though the language unknown to us we can clearly make a distinct prediction of who sent"

The Adept had to replace his legs many years ago so with frightening speed it hobbled over to another console and the message began to play. Machem's eyes widened in surprise

It was a female human voice speaking in an authoritative tone while alarms blared warning as a forefront. Machem seeing a fleeting opportunity to learn important information about this third party made his decision clear.

"Set a course for that wormhole! Full speed! I want us to the other side of that wormhole now!"

Was this an accurate look at Chaos space marines? Hell no. They're much cooler than this but I found it really funny to write Bacheal like that so don't get your lores into a twist.