Once more, through the breach.
The Chaos forces fought with tooth and claw, their ships launching barrages of torpedoes and lances of burning red energy. These Astartes of brown livery had a fierce fire in them, their ships covering flanks, strike craft diving in and between the chaos vessels, calculated volleys of macro cannon shells.
Jerril Silonius, an Alpha Legionnarie who was acting Commander for this fleet, his critical sharp mind could tell something was off. These Loyalists, they did not fight with the same fervor of the other Legions or chapters. The intercepted comms used a language that was similar to any known Imperial war-cant, it sounded something akin to the Space Wolves language but when translated, came back as jarbled words with no structure.
The ships across the field of battle have barely made an advance since this conflict started, as if they were trying to hold their position. But there is nothing there to guard,, would these Astartes be stalling? For what? Reinforcements? But the fleets are more or less evenly matched,,
"My lord! Warp signatures appearing behind the Loyalist fleet! Warp translation signatures."
"let's see what they believe will give them a advantage in this fight,," Silonius hums as shs looks across the gap to witness as the jagged tears of the Warp give, and let out the vessels from within.
Two Capital class void-craft, Battleships, bearing the colors of these curious Loyalists. "Khorne's teeth,, what are these Astartes thinking? Comms officer, spread out the fleet, get them to move and keep a wary eye on the new come-"
"My lord! Massive energy build up in the primary Battleship, and the enemy vessels have ceased firing." one of the officers exclaims suddenly, interrupting Silonius' orders. The Legionnarie blinks in surprise, snapping his head back to the battle view holotank. There were no powered up armaments on the opposing fleet, void shields on full power, and holding position while the two Battleships advance at,, all-ahead-full?
"What in the name of the Gods are these warriors doing..? Can we determine the energy pattern?"
"It does not match anything the Loyalists have ever used before,, but it has similarities to the Night Lords or Emperor's Children power signals when they are about to make a planet wide broadcast,,"
Silonius is already strapping on his helmet, clicking it into place and setting the dampners to block out noise, right when the Battleship unleashes the build up energy. The other crew are lost in translation before the entire vessel hums and vibrates to the blast of infra-sound that races through the corrupted ship.
A discord that rattled and tore the ship for almost a full minute, a singular blaring synthetic horn cry, cascading waves of infra-sound that dug into the minds of the mortal crew, reaching deep to grasp at something primal in all man. Fear.
The Traitor Astartes could feel the vibrations in their armor, trying to reach into them, but would not succeed. The shriek dissapates, but the damage is done. The Chaos fleet's mortal crew have been broken, the few lucky ones barely amount to a skeleton crew for even a single vessel.
Silonius could hear in the background of that blare, a phrase, that he could separate out from the multitude of tracks. In simple Gothic, with the voice of a thousand warriors.
"He was made to rule the waves across the endless seas, to lead the warmachine! To rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine, the terror of the seas! The Bismarck and the Kriegsmarine!"