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Bataar was scouting for his squad when he located a lone tech marine walking along the path. Landing on the ridge he knelt as he watched the distant figure. His eyes narrowed as he zoomed in on the insignia as he thought about what chapter this might be as but could not figure out which chapter could be nor could he place which with the coloration. Kneeling as he reported into his squad he got closer to the lone marine looking for others they may be with.

Razael walked a long as he was currently aimless in his search as he could not locate the next location to the clues Galmech left behind. All he aquired was that it was in this area as he walked along the path he found. It was going to be difficult to get anytbing out of the locals as this was some back water planet which suprised him. Why would his master of come here of all places. His helmet sensors kicked in the audio it picked up as he turned to look towards the ridge unsure of what he heard. Scanning the landscape he frowned as he saw nothing on the prize or on the close by ridge. Keeping still he scowled as he knew he wasn’t hearing his imagination as there was a small log that flashed up for a moment as he did a play back.

Defensively he drew his knife. After running into a chapter traitor he had no love for an ambush again as the lack of feeling in his right arm was painfully put at the front of his thoughts. Continuing to look about he missed the movement of the white scar as he stepped back towards the fireat as he swivled his head about for other signs of danger.

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Moving closer he noted the Marine was now on alert and drew their combat blade. But had not seen him as their head kept moving back and forth in a careful scanning of the surroundings. But now that he was closer he saw the clear markings of imperial markings as he relaxed to a degree. He knew some marines were not the friendliest. Or the sanest as his thoughts darkened to the older member of his chapter who started a fight with another marine from a different chapter with little reason. Noting the marine only drew their blade he breathed out as the tech marine was just showing he was cautious.

Breathing out, Bataar bent his legs and jumped as his pack roared to life as he claimed to land at the foot of the ridge, but with the distance between him and the tech marine. Thumping heavily into the ground he was fast to move, from landing positioning to opening up his hands, bring them up “Greetings Brother Techmarine. We were unaware of another chapter being active in the area.” Hanging back he was ready to act if this proved to be a dangerous situation.

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As the white armored astartes dropped in front of him the knife drew up for a fight as he was ready for a hard attack. But soon he took in the reds and yellows of the white scar as he let the blade lower for a moment before moving farther down, returning the blade to his side. “Star hunter… White scar. I was not expecting to run into those of your chapter.” He paused as he realized another implied a question of another chapter in the area before narrowing his eyes as he thought on what to say. “My chapter is not deployed to the area. However, I am here on chapter business. Is there something I may assist you with? My business can wait.” He didn't want to admit to needing assistance to locating the next clue to the information stash but at the same time he might as well find out why the White Scars are there and if it interfered with his own mission.

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Relaxing as the tech marine, disarmed himself from immediate attack Bataar lowered his own hands in response as he listened as Star hunter puzzled him for a moment before realizing the other used an old name for his chapter. Strange to hear that as a go-to for another as he set a hand on his side as he rested on one leg in thought as he watched them. And strange as the tech marine, a specialist was alone leaving questions about the chapter itself. Without chapter members but acting alone. While there were chapters like that he could not place a name to the chapter with the spider emblem. Maybe one of those minor ones several chapters down the way.

And delaying their own actions was a bit suspicious as he continued to look the other up and down. Deciding against telling the strange marine about what their reason for being there is he asked, “What specialty is your chapter? I fear I do not recognize your symbol.”

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Annoyance flickered through Razael as he felt judged by the fifth chapter as his fingers curled as he glowered at the white scar as he remained on guard. The other kept their eyes on him before they asked their question. His lips curled back in a slight snarl at the blatiant question and lack of knowing. While expected he felt as if this other was judging his chapter. "I am an Imperial Nightmare. We favor stealth. Did you require my services?" Short and curt he felt no need to tell the other more as he looked the direction he was heading then back towards the white scar to see if they were done with these questions and if his services were needed. If this was going to be trouble then he did not wish for it. Especially since the white scars do not work alone and he is now lacking the suprise stealth would of granted him if an attack was to happen.

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Well met Mordatus, honourable techmarine. May the machine spirits sing hymns of your faithful duty and piety.

The young tech marine turned to face to greeted him as he bowed his head respectfully as he saw a Black Templar before him. “Deus vult. Greetings Battle-Brother.” There was a pause as he lifted his head to keep at attention with a champion of the Black Templar before him. Cautiously he asked. “How may I assist you Crusader?”

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All I require is a fresh wave of reinforcement to Armageddon, if that is a gift which is in your power to give. We hold, and have secured most of the major urban centers, but the Ork hordes linger- even with their commander in space. The Armageddon war is far from over!

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Razael frowned under his helm as he considered the request of the other Astartes. It was hardly in his power to request from his chapter any troops as they have barely started recovering their strength from internal strife. “I am sorry Crusader. My chapter is under strength due to losing most of our forces in its last conflict and just starting to recover.” His mind worked to figure out small-time tactics with dealing with Xenos but his personal skills sat with dismantling chaos titians. However, causing chaos in the ranks of Orks should be easy enough with the use of stealth behind the ranks.

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Bataar was scouting for his squad when he located a lone tech marine walking along the path. Landing on the ridge he knelt as he watched the distant figure. His eyes narrowed as he zoomed in on the insignia as he thought about what chapter this might be as but could not figure out which chapter could be nor could he place which with the coloration. Kneeling as he reported into his squad he got closer to the lone marine looking for others they may be with.

Razael walked a long as he was currently aimless in his search as he could not locate the next location to the clues Galmech left behind. All he aquired was that it was in this area as he walked along the path he found. It was going to be difficult to get anytbing out of the locals as this was some back water planet which suprised him. Why would his master of come here of all places. His helmet sensors kicked in the audio it picked up as he turned to look towards the ridge unsure of what he heard. Scanning the landscape he frowned as he saw nothing on the prize or on the close by ridge. Keeping still he scowled as he knew he wasn’t hearing his imagination as there was a small log that flashed up for a moment as he did a play back.

Defensively he drew his knife. After running into a chapter traitor he had no love for an ambush again as the lack of feeling in his right arm was painfully put at the front of his thoughts. Continuing to look about he missed the movement of the white scar as he stepped back towards the fireat as he swivled his head about for other signs of danger.

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Moving closer he noted the Marine was now on alert and drew their combat blade. But had not seen him as their head kept moving back and forth in a careful scanning of the surroundings. But now that he was closer he saw the clear markings of imperial markings as he relaxed to a degree. He knew some marines were not the friendliest. Or the sanest as his thoughts darkened to the older member of his chapter who started a fight with another marine from a different chapter with little reason. Noting the marine only drew their blade he breathed out as the tech marine was just showing he was cautious.

Breathing out, Bataar bent his legs and jumped as his pack roared to life as he claimed to land at the foot of the ridge, but with the distance between him and the tech marine. Thumping heavily into the ground he was fast to move, from landing positioning to opening up his hands, bring them up “Greetings Brother Techmarine. We were unaware of another chapter being active in the area.” Hanging back he was ready to act if this proved to be a dangerous situation.

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As the white armored astartes dropped in front of him the knife drew up for a fight as he was ready for a hard attack. But soon he took in the reds and yellows of the white scar as he let the blade lower for a moment before moving farther down, returning the blade to his side. “Star hunter... White scar. I was not expecting to run into those of your chapter.” He paused as he realized another implied a question of another chapter in the area before narrowing his eyes as he thought on what to say. “My chapter is not deployed to the area. However, I am here on chapter business. Is there something I may assist you with? My business can wait.” He didn't want to admit to needing assistance to locating the next clue to the information stash but at the same time he might as well find out why the White Scars are there and if it interfered with his own mission.

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Well met Mordatus, honourable techmarine. May the machine spirits sing hymns of your faithful duty and piety.

The young tech marine turned to face to greeted him as he bowed his head respectfully as he saw a Black Templar before him. “Deus vult. Greetings Battle-Brother.” There was a pause as he lifted his head to keep at attention with a champion of the Black Templar before him. Cautiously he asked. “How may I assist you Crusader?”

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The reports

The shattered broken shell of what once was the 3rd fleet limped into space dock.

“Reports are in my Lord….”

Lord Admiral Kilos held out his hand as he took the pad looking it over.

“Status of the torch and remaining ships?”

“Sir the Colonel has set up triage centers in hangers two and three, his guardsmen are assisting teams in recovery and repair. Void shields are collapsed, we have multiple breaches across most decks, we have one lance battery online but its questionable, and only 15% of macro and defense weapons are online. We are currently towing the cruiser Armageddon her main drive section is still open to void space, the rest of the fleet is in need of major refit and repair.”

“Inform Segmentium Command, if they are still alive that the 3rd fleet is combat ineffective for the foreseeable future.”

The ships remaining astropath began to shake violently as he struggle to receive a message.

“Message….encrypted…..code violet…”

“Find Colonel Gladorus now I need him and the remaining senior officers in whats left of my office.”

In hanger two Brutis had his hands full. Wounded were laid across the blood slick floor, body bags were half haphazardly stacked where ever there was room.

“YOUR A GUARDSMEN DAMN IT! HOLD STILL OR ILL RIP THE DAMN ARM OFF!” He pushed down on a guardsmen as a doctor was attempting to remove a crushed arm.

“Doc cant we give him anything?”

“Sir we ran out of stims hours ago just hold him!”

Brutis look down at the guardsmen. “ This is going to hurt.” He grabbed him with his servo arm squeezing tightly on the crushed arm. “Now cut damn it!”

With one quick slice from the powered blade the arm was off. The guardsmen screamed with the sudden rush of pain as he lost concessions.

A naval officer rushed into Brutis view as he was wiping the blood off his hands.

“Sir you and the remain officers are wanted on the bridge.”

“What could the old man want now emperor damn it! Fine your in charge down here see to the wounded.”

Brutis pushed his micro bead “If your a officer and alive get to the bridge now. Gally, Juno get over to the Armageddon find a tech priest team get that breach sealed.”

As Brutis walked threw the decks tech priest and servitors struggled to keep systems online. Men nodded at him as they removed dead from the rubble. “I don’t know what held her together this ships just as stubborn as the Admiral.” Brutis makes it to the door of the Admirals office he pressed the button as it sparked “Come on….” He grabbed the door seam with his arm and yanked it open.

Kilos looked up “You know theirs a manual override.”

“With all do respect sir I don’t care.”

Kilos chuckled “You haven’t lost your charm Colonel.”

A few officers all battered and bloody entered shortly after.

“Gentlemen the reason I have summoned you all here is we have received a transmission from Terra.” Kilos turned on the holo map as it fizzled and flickered. “We lost Cadia, the Cadia defense fleet is all but gone, countless dead guardsmen and space marine forces. And most of the fleets that were called in for support are in worse shape then us believe it or not. Terra was assaulted by chaos forces but the Lord commander had beaten them back. The segmentum is split in half and the eye has grown exponentially.”

“So we are lost.” A officer said as Brutis threw his cup at him.

“NO! We are not lost not as long as I draw breath…” Drawing his bolt pistol pointing it at him. “ And speak like that is Heresy..”

“Stay your pistol Colonel!” Kilos barked out looking him dead in the eyes. “Save that wrath of yours for chaos.”

Brutis looked over holstering his pistol “We will talk about this later Captian.”

“We can’t be at each others throats or chaos will win…” He punched up another screen showing the current Intel on chaos forces. “Our orders after we are space worthy again we are to head out to these three different sectors to show the people of the Imperium we are still in command of this space that the Emperors light has not faded from them. Rebellions have already started to break out chaos cold grip is starting to take hold. And it is our job to stop it, you’ll get your chance for pay back General Brutis….”

Brutis looked up “You talking to me Admiral?

Kilos tossed him some General pins “Just came threw it appears we are short on experienced officers.”

Brutis looked at the pins “Sir what about my boy’s?”

‘You have been given command of three Unlimbic units the 707th, 706th light Infantry and the 2nd Lance from House Gilith. They should arrive in the next couple of days. You will depart on the troop transport Fury with 6 escort ships. Rigous 2 is having a problem with what they think is rebellious forces the Torch will join you as soon as we can.” Kilos holds out a pad with his orders on it, and taking the pins out of Brutis hands pinning them to his collar. He snaps a quick salute. “Good Hunting General Brutis, now if you’ll excuse me gentlemen we have 6 hrs till space dock, we are still towing a Cruiser.” Kilos exits heading to the battle bridge.

Brutis looks at the officers in the room “You heard the man go.” Brutis switches to a broadband vox signal “All hands this is Col….General Brutis we will be reaching space dock in 6 hrs its been a long 8 months lets not, let her down now.”

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“Wait, General? How we really been inching limping our way home so long they finally collard him into the job?”, Serphina said as she looked up from where she had been leaning against the wall. Her face was thinner and tinged grey with fatigue and hunger but a weak smile spread across her face as she made her way back to the Navigator.

“Ya hear that Mister Sims? We’re almost out of the warp spawned hell. Get ya some proper help.”, she said as she cheeked the man again.

Since they had fleed the fight, she had been helping with the Navigator after he lost most and burned through the rest of his aides as well as helping with the choir. Both tasked had drained her greatly and left those around her concerned for how long she could hold out. She had noticed how jumpy some of the guardsmen would get when she would slump or stagger. She couldn’t really blame them, no one wanted to be near if a psyker lost themselves and became consumed by the things that lurked in that warp. Still, the last thing she wanted was a battle thin guardsmen with an itchy trigger finger to get spooked.

Your companions would make sure that the fool that ended you would not outlive you long., came a reply to her unspoken concern.

“Not really a comforting thought.”, she muttered as she left the sleeping Navigator. She patted her leg as the door closed behind her and listened as her dog got up from where he had been laying outside the chamber. The months of slow travel and restricted rations showed in bother master and pet. He was thinner and there were a few scares that he had gotten from combat as well as some starved crewmen that took to see him as a fresh meal. Even one of her cats had been a target, the small black cat was now short a tail.

“Come on Rantun, les go congratulate Brutis.”, she said as she softly caressed the torn ear of her dog.

“An think of how close we are to a good meal and a nice long hot bath.”, she said as a sigh escaped her lips as the thought of a hot bath.

“Well you might be fine wit the way you smell but I don’t.”, she said with a dry bark of a laugh at the whining sound her dog made at the mention of a bath. Her hand rested lighting on top of Rantuns head as they slowly made their way to the last place the psyker had known her friend to be.

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Mister Sims smiled weakly behind his rebreather, as these last few months have been exhausting on him, his wounds half haphazardly stitched together and his mind ever fighting the urge to give in. Looking over to the guardsmen assigned to keep watch then looking over to Serphina “Thank you…please don’t be too hard on Brutis he still cant find his son….” He slipped away to sleep as a aide increased his stims.

On the Cruiser Armageddon Gally and Juno worked with the tech priest to get the main engines online. Gally using his mechanical limbs lifted huge chunks of metal plate holding them in place to seal the ship from open space. “Juno! Did they just say General?!”

Juno lifted his welding helmet adjusting his rebreather “I think they did, I wonder how they roped the old man into that one.” Juno, and a another guardsmen welded the last piece into place. A Tech priest looked over at Gally.

“You guardsmen put that cable into that slot…” looking over to Juno “You, Machine god forgive me I need you to flip that switch when I tell you. We are trying a hard restart of the main drive its going to do one of two things work or explode. Torch of will, Cruiser Armageddon be ready to disconnect umbilical cable.”

“We hear you Armageddon we are ready.”

Gally hefted the cable jamming it into the slot locking it in place. “Set!”

The tech priest lowered his head “ Aktiva Cons Sequentia.” he raised a lever then hit a couple of buttons on the console “Guardsmen now!” Juno quickly lowered the lever. Power arced threw the cable slamming into the engine as the massive engine began to roar to life. “Torch! DISCONNECT!” The umbilical blew free from the torch as the lights on the Armageddon flickered but came back as the ship was now running on her own power the thrusters out back fired for the first time in months. Juno let out a cry of joy “I can’t believe that worked! Juno to General Brutis Armageddon is now online and functioning on her own power now.”

On the Torch Brutis was working on the docking control console “Copy that Juno, you and Gally finish up there then head back to the Torch.”

“Yes sir.”

Brutis reached to the back of the console seeing some wires hanging out of place “I wonder if this is the problem.” He grabbed the wires as power surged threw his mechanical arm sending it flying into other parts of the panel as the side of it bulged out from the impact. “Damn it, this close to home.” Brutis pressed his Micro bead “I’m going to need a tech priest to docking control the panels not functioning.” Moving his arm around seeing the hand drawn ruins on it had been scorched since the ship was damaged he has been assigned to watch Zetkin when her marines guards couldn’t access parts of the ship. “Im going to need those fixed don’t need her shutting my arm off if she goes crazier then normal.”

He wondered what was left of the halls looking for Zetkin, and Dakka wanting to brief them on the situation of Terra, and Cadia. He see’s a Black Shield Tech marine hes seen him around before working on parts of the ship. Noticing his helmet was off he recognized some of the features of his face. “Galmech?” He rubs his eyes are he gets closer thinking exhaustion was getting the better of him “That is you! EMPEROR DAMN IT SON OF A BITCH!” Brutis lunges swinging at his shoulder pauldron with his mechanical arm landing three hits then collapses on the floor breathing heavy. “How?!” He kicks at his knee from the ground “If I weren’t so tired I would kick your genetically enhanced ass.” he pulls out a small tin putting in the last of his lytho chew. “Why didn’t you tell me? Does Zetkin know?” Onyx came rushing in hearing his owners distress, growling at Galmech but then smelling a familiar smell Onyx had thined out as well his armor where once it was tight to his body had clear gaps around it. “Come here boy.” Brutis reached into his pouch pulling out a bit of dried meat. “I was saving this but you can have it.” Onyx quickly gobbled it down.

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Regis and the poor guardsman he half dragged out to the airlock and into the void of space were maglocked to the side of the ship as they were working on the top of the docking clamps. Showing the guardsman about what to do and a quick prayer of ‘ Blesses machine, a thousand pardons for my unworthy hands’ to get the basic panels to come out and extend, so he could work on the claws as he was too exhausted to curse under breath. As he got one of the control claws to open and close he marked it with a pen that it was working and started following the guardsman’s safty line. And then they repeated this as Regis marked out on a map of all the critical docking clams they need to work and can check the others as they come back. Just as he reached the guardsman they both heard the call about the docking control panel not working. Regis stopped his walk over just as the massive claw started to extend as he heard the guardsmen’s voice about completing the extension.

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Bataar was scouting for his squad when he located a lone tech marine walking along the path. Landing on the ridge he knelt as he watched the distant figure. His eyes narrowed as he zoomed in on the insignia as he thought about what chapter this might be as but could not figure out which chapter could be nor could he place which with the coloration. Kneeling as he reported into his squad he got closer to the lone marine looking for others they may be with.

Razael walked a long as he was currently aimless in his search as he could not locate the next location to the clues Galmech left behind. All he aquired was that it was in this area as he walked along the path he found. It was going to be difficult to get anytbing out of the locals as this was some back water planet which suprised him. Why would his master of come here of all places. His helmet sensors kicked in the audio it picked up as he turned to look towards the ridge unsure of what he heard. Scanning the landscape he frowned as he saw nothing on the prize or on the close by ridge. Keeping still he scowled as he knew he wasn't hearing his imagination as there was a small log that flashed up for a moment as he did a play back.