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(Unknown Heretic planet)
The Salamander felt silent and confused as he looked around. This was not the planet they had come from… It looked like Nocturne.
But that was impossible as he knew they were not yet home; they were not where they should be. Had the enemy used some sort of… No, they could not have. The World Eaters hated sorcery as much as they craved the blood of their enemies.
It meant they were somehow back where their home was. How and why? It was something he was confused with very much now and good, had to be.
But he was silent, he would not be able to distract themselves. He paused, resting his hammer on his shoulder, and then shook his head.
"Are we back upon Nocturne?" He questioned with a few seconds of silence.
It was too much to deal with as he tapped his hammer on his shoulder before he thought once more.
"It appears, brother Ta'Varr but I would not believe anything… This planet may not be our home and I damn those traitors to a hell of undying fire if it is not." The Salamander heard as he hummed.
"It appears we are above another planet… That fractured moon is not a planet I recognize of any Imperium world." Ta'Varr stated as he rested his hammer upon his shoulder.
He knew better, far better now, and for a good reason as he thought of the hopes he had, all hopes. It was too much for him now.
It was something he was used to. He was a simple soldier at the end of the day. He knew with each motive that this had gone beyond a simple battle.
Granted? He was a soldier and Ta'Varr had work to deal with for now and it was too much to distract himself.
He gripped his hammer with one hand, tossing the weapon up and down… To him? He was a skilled warrior but a simple Astartes, a soldier who had been in work… It was too much to understand himself.
Still? The evacuation had gone off without a hitch. Then it was time to fight the enemy and take the battle.
"If there is to be answers? We must find the heretics. We should check this planet, see what it has brought and if it is real." Ta'Varr stated before he sighed.
The other Salamanders hummed and then thought of what was growing on his mind. They had work left to occur, work left to do and he was aware of the stakes, Ta'Varr was fine heading off alone as it would not risk his brothers in the battle.
It was too much on the end of it. He would work, and they would fight, and such was life. It had to be ended with each little motive of time. Life was beyond what they could have done now.
And life was happening. They had work left to deal with… And it was too much to think of when it was all said and done.
He chuckled and prepared and then looked over at the others and then sighed, tapping his flamer against his side as he walked towards the Thunderhawks.
"If we are agreed, I will return… If not, brothers? We cannot delay while the enemies of the emperor hide." He stated, tapping his hammer against his side with interest.
It would end… All of it would end soon enough now and good… For he was not interested in once more when it was said and done with which every single little motive of time when it was said and done.
He was tired, able to crack his neck as the soldier seemed to keep relaxing.
Something about it all had been too much… But Ta'Varr seemed to prepare for work once more.
(5 minutes later)
A single Thunderhawk emerged towards the damaged planet. Ta'Varr cleaned off his hammer and then thought of what was growing upon his mind.
"The damned traitors would die sooner or later… But they are jackals in the void." Ta'Varr heard as he sighed to himself and then shook his head. "We have work to do, brother Ta'Varr. Are you prepared for combat?" Ta'Varr heard before he looked to the side.
He wanted nothing more thanto get to work. The Salamander hummed and then shook his head and he was curious.
Ta'Varr seemed to take a deep breath which resonated through his helmet before he turned and looked at his brothers.
"I am always," Ta'Varr stated but frowned. "There is something that bothers me, brother. If we are back upon Nocturne? Where is the enemy? The World Eaters have slain their librarians, the warp trickery does not appear to be something they would use." Ta'Varr added before he rested his hammer on the floor.
His brothers hummed. They knew this and they would continue to work, Vulkan was a soldier but he focused more on humanity than they had worked on fighting the enemy.
Ta'Varr had not met his gene father but he had missed said father. The man could have brought back compassion and empathy to the Imperium and they needed it. It was something that they would have needed once more.
It was too much for him to try and say this. Ta'Varr only decided the best way to honor his gene father was to fight in his name and shield those who could not save themselves.
And that meant both for his brothers and sisters…. It would continue to be too much at the time of this battle. Work like this was too much to deal with and he did not focus upon it once more.
So? He was committed to fighting and to ensuring the enemy was taken out before long. It was part of what made things so blasted well.
It had been too much now. Ta'Varr simply rested his Warhammer, Vanguard upon his shoulder and took a deep breath.
Battle came soon and while he was not eager for it? The Salamander would show zero mercy toward his enemies if he could kill. He would kill and if he had to? He would without any mercy or remorse.
Well, perhaps some remorse.
"There appears to be a settlement 5 miles away." Ta'Varr heard as he hummed.
"Set us down 3 miles away. We will walk the rest of the way." Ta'Varr heard before the Salamander Sergeant slowly paused.
There appeared to be SOME hesitation in his voice. Some which held answers he sought. Instead of what he did? Ta'Varr glanced over to ensure the soldier was not in the hate of chaos.
Today was odd and it appeared as though Chaos had played another sick trick upon the Salamanders. It did not matter as Ta'Varr cared more for the civilians than himself.
He would not whimper away from the cowardice of his enemies.
The Thunderhawk drooped and landed in a clearing among the trees. Ta'Varr paused and then slowly looked out, as Sergeant? He wished only to ensure the ground was safe.
As such? The hulking Astartes lumbered forwards, firmly but gently pushing past his peers as he marched down the ramp, Vanguard clinking off his shoulder pauldrons with each step.
This place was odd. He saw nothing but forest in every direction. Nothing that demonstrated just what he was dealing with here and for a good reason.
Something like this was… Enough, it would remain for them now and always.
The Salamander was cautious… He would remain cautious now aboutHOW this would be and curious enough for such a thing to have bothered them majorly.
Then again? He was a soldier; he would remain a soldier. He looked at the massive thicket of trees and it was something that had cut him to the bone when he was able to think ofit.
Something like this was bone cutting. It would remain too much for now and it would always remain too much for now. It was a pain that the Astartes shouldered all too well now.
Granted? Ta'Varr was tired but he would endure. All Astartes did, all they would ever do is endure.
The trees drew his attention. They looked off, odd even but he could not understand why. Chaos magic? No, this was not the damned warp as if it was? Everything would be clambering to murder him.
"Stay close," Ta'Varr stated as he rested his weapon on the ground. "Something appears to be coming," Ta'Varr stated shaking his head.
He knew too well what was occurring. This was going to be a battle… And battles were something new to him.
It was enough and it would remain enough for them all the way. This battle was something to deal with each idea of it all now.
The Salamanders, 15 in number, spread out. He paused, taking a deep breath as he thought of his next move as he thought of it all too much.
Ta'Varr hummed, resting his hammer on his shoulder, and carrying his flamer in his other hand. He knew that each step could deal with was 1 less problem.
The Salamanders trudged through the forest as another 2 crafts dropped a pair of Rhinos. This was an incursion and they would move quickly with power and precision.
"The cursed World Eaters would not have done this. This place is far too peaceful for their machinations." Ta'Varr heard as he hummed. "I am glad…. That the citizens have managed safe passage." Ta'Varr heard.
The Salamander Sergeant nodded. They had done their duty of evacuating the civilians of the planet they were sent to. In the eyes of Ta'Varr? They had won as far as they could have done.
This? This was only clean and something that the soldier of this group was curiousabout.
Something moved in the trees, a half dozen flamers turned… But Ta'Varr held up his hand to quiet the group. They watched as a pack of shadows seemed to emerge.
Wolves. They looked like wolves, pitch-black beasts with eyes as crimson as the sons of Vulcan. They snarled in hatred as they drew closer, 30 in number.
Ta'Varr dropped Vanguard, the ancient hammer leaving a dent in the soil as the Salamander loosely held it.
"Those are not sons of Russ…" Ta'Varr stated before he narrowed his eyes.
The leader of the pack, a hideous thing with a bone-like mask across its face stood. It was larger than the others, dwarfing them in terms of height… But not the heights of the Astartes.
The beast slowly charged at them… The beast seemed to charge forward with such logic as he tried to think of it all once more.
Something about it all had been too much to try and distract from what combat would do. It was too much to understand.
The beast charged forward and was thrown back by a righteous fist into the trees but he was curious. This beast was too furious but curious as he thought of what to do.
The hatred of the creature was met with Ta'Varr roaring back, smashing Vanguard into its ribs. He would need to distract himself with combat and he was unsure of what to deal with.
His brothers? They did not. They had struck again and again as it came crashing down, flames seemed to distract his ideas.
There was something else to deal with. Ta'Varr hummed as the pack of beasts slowly started to rush forward and Ta'Varr fought back, twirling his hammer.
If they wanted nothing but hate? He would show them the emperor's fury and the hate of Vulcan.
It was enough to drive him mad. He had no reason to doubt what he was and would not have allowed himself to end this fight. Ta'Varr drove his hammer at the beast, driving the monster back into a tree.
It tried to lunge forward only for the Salamander to turn and drive it into a tree with a kick. Then? He brought up his hand flamer, pinning the creature to a tree and firing the weapon which bathed it in brilliant fires.
It screamed and roared, thrashing like some feral beast… He watched as it writhed before he twirled Vanguard and bashed it in the skull, shattering its jaw.
Then? Another strike… Which sent its skull rocketing into the skies like a meteor. The beast crashed to the ground in a heap and the pack quickly lost its focus.
After this? It was only a matter of sword strikes and flames which reduced the monsters to ashes in the wind.
Ta'Varr looked at the decaying corpse and knelt. This beast was not a chaotic creation but was born of darkness and smelt of death.
What was it? He did not know, he wished to know what it was as he looked at his brothers. They were not dead, armor scratched perhaps… But not harmed.
"These are not chaos beasts, brother." Ta'Varr heard as he hummed and then shook his head as he turned and looked to the side.
"Because this does not appear to be the work of chaos. If it were? We would be frothing and dying in droves. The damned traitors are not warp experts and this does not feel their handiwork. They would never allow us to fight their creations as they want blood." Ta'Varr added with annoyance.
He knew this was not chaos. World Eaters frothed and enjoyed the taste of slaughter. They had never deigned to allow others to kill for them, they were never to let someone else do the killing for them.
Ta'Varr hummed and looked up at the city ahead. It was a settlement not of the Imperium but too close to humans.
Where were they? This planet was odd. Had they fought here before? He did not know, he wished to know but it was something else. The shattered moon told a story of its own.
Perhaps it invoked further investigation. They were still soldiers but they had to figure out when it was coming to a head. He was unable to deal with this sort of thing and yet? He knew they had work left to deal with.
Ta'Varr took a deep breath before issuing a command.
"4 of you… With me, we will investigate the city." Ta'Varr stated, wishing for his men to stay secure.
He rested Vanguard upon his shoulder as he took a deep breath and slowly marched forward, curious.
Something like Ta'Varr summed up his thoughts while this all came crashing down once more.
Ta'Varr hummed and twirled Vanguard. He sighed with anger and he was curious as he thought of his next move… Something else had come crashing down.
Ta'Varr sighed and then slowly pushed his men forward. They had a city to look at and he knew.
Something like Ta'Varr was a soldier. The Salamander and the others were focused upon such work, they would not have been too much for now.
It was all too able to end with each little second. They had plenty of work left.
"Do you know that such creatures are, brother?" Ta'Varr heard as he shook his head.
"No. I do not." Ta'Varr stated before he cracked his fingers and then turned. "We have soldiers across the galaxy and as I point out? The traitors hate chaos magic. They wish to kill us and tear us apart; they have tricks but not this." Ta'Varr added.
He knew something else. He knew a lot more curious at the time being… Such as this? They had plenty ofoptions left to distract themselves once more.
He sighed, curious as they trekked through the forest. He knew that such problems were continuing to strike at them once more.
The Salamanders were eager to hunt the World Eaters and kill them as they killed thousands and wished to kill billions more.
He was unsure of himself now.
Author notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out that thenext chapter will be delayed. I also wish to point out thatTa'Varr is a younger Astartes and some characters will be ofdifferent ages. I also wish to point out some things might be changed. The next chapter will be in 2-10 months and show more Salamanders entering Vale. Until the 900–6500-word chapter, Lighting Wolf out!