The War Hounds LIVE!
(Sometime in the future [In a bad French accent])
Steveirinous of the Blood Lake warband howled as he cut through the lines of Nurgel cultists between him and his target. The nails bit a bit less with each skull he claimed and splash of blood he sent soaking into the ground.
The Warmaster had heard of some pretender trying to claim HIS title and While the old World Eater did not care about Abaddon's feelings the head of the black legion had not only offered a convenient target but also a reward tempting enough to head to this backwater world.
Everything had been going well up to the point it wasn't. The Void forces while not at Astartes level were better trained than anything he had seen since his legion had fought beside the Emperor's personal fleet. This had cost the Warband a third of their transports and nine-tenths of their warship but the rest had reached the ground.
This was where they SHOULD have had the advantage, a full fifty World Eaters supported by tens of thousands of Kornate cultists should have been able to cut their way through anything a single planet could throw against them. Instead, they had been faced with rank upon rank of disciplined Kornate soldiers in power armour.
That had been a full week ago and Steveirinous was the last one still active on the battle field everyone else having fallen one way or another.
Seeing a knot of red armoured soldiers Steveirinous howled and charged to add more skulls to the Skull Throneonly to stumble as his howls were met by a warcry he had not heard for millennium.
"Unleash the War Hounds!" The voice roared. "For the Emperor and HUMANITY! The War Hounds LIVE!"
Suddenly Steveirinous found himself fighting what could only be another son of Angron but this one lacked the frenzied fury and ancient armour of the Legion. Instead, the armour he wore was, if lesser, perfectly maintained and his opponent fought with skill, tactics and a perfect knowledge of how Steveirinous would attack and that made all the difference.
As Steveirinous crashed to the ground unable to move he expected a final blow to claim his skull instead he felt the prick of an Astartes class needle and passed out.
... ...
Waking, it took Steveirinous a few moments to believe he was awake as even as he found himself firmly bound to somekind of bed the nails were silent.
"Welcome back, Brother Steveirinous," A voice said in a familiar tone, one he knew from far too long ago. Steveirinous looked over at a large form sitting in a chair watching him and was shocked to find he remembered them.
"Hector?" Steveirinous croaked causing his old squadmates to adjust a drip going into Steveirinous's arm. "What, what happened? Am I dead?"
"No old friend you are still very much alive," Hector told him. "As for what happened we have been granted a second chance."