(Still can't get a handle on quoting) Darkness engulfed the whole of manufactorum 7A11 as tech preist magos Treik lead his expedition into its interior. For the most part sub-level 14D or better known as the underhive to the local Imperial flesh units of this world, was abandoned by the greater populous for re-expanding purposes for its expanding girth. It was a waste of space and efficiency in Treiks eyes but its not his place to question these things only to focus on the present, which at this moment revolved around the skitarii and his students. "Do not stray too far from the skitarii initiates, there range in this darkness is limited" Cautioned Tech priest Tarik. Most of the initiates had split off into small groups giggling and snickering over abandoned pieces of astrotech that had been left behind in the great expansion. At that moment there was a loud crash that echoed through-out the underhive as masonry and debris smashed down into abandoned sections through-out the underhive creating a domino effect as more abandoned structures collapsed panged and smashed into metallic heaps. Once the crashing had settled a loud roar of a xeno nature echoed through-out the underhive it was like a monolithic giant had been rudely awoken from its slumber. 'What was that Magos?" Asked the quivering voice of a initiate, despite his voice being augmented. "It is unknown at this time however deducing from audio frequency along with distance of travel, it originated from the direction of the decommissioned water treatment plant due 15 kilometres north east" Upon announcing this deduction a chorus of xeno voices roared in reply that sounded in every direaction for 5 miles. "And it has allies"
*Steelfang looked out and saw the contingent of Imperial Guard and he smiled behind his helmet* it seemed his target was throwing themselves at his mercy a bad idea. Dresden , Alexander you set up in those two rooms I want your heavy bolters to tear them apart Scipio,Decimus,Wraith,myself and Halifax will lead the charge while Sebastion, Ulfric, Pyris, Brutus and the rest of you will maintain fire from this building until I give the order then you will join us in the charge is that clear *all nodded in agreement* Good now let's get to work
Far away, an ancient Contemptor Dreadnought watched the proceedings, a bored look upon his face. Aurelius Hadrian did not care for the idiotic humans. "Fools. Do they not see the strength of the Astartes before them?" he rumbled. Behind him, his squad of Rubric Devastators stood guard. If they had been able to speak, they surely would have commented on the bravery of the men. But they could not. Millennia of enduring the pain of having their bodies being turned into dust had broken their minds. The Dreadnought turned to face them. As soon as he did, a ghost of a frown crossed the Sorcerer's lips. He did relish the power Ahriman had given him, but it didn't need to kill his battle brothers...he shook his head. Such thoughts are to be thought later. There are things to be done. "Xanthos! Cassius! Assist the Astartes in butchering the puny men. Show them the hopelessness of their war."
Koron regained consciousness slowly as his narrowed vision spread to encompass a wider space. But despite this his vision was still blurred he also felt a sense of weightlessness as his limbs and body drifted in suspended animation, then a combination of logic and panic struck Koron then started thrashing and kicking there was shattering of glass followed by the rush of water. Pain racked everyone of Korons senses, somehow despite the sheer impossibility of the odds he had survived the fall from the scholars armoury and landed in the depths of the underhive inside an abandoned Ordo Hospital facility. It appeared that Korons entry had somehow managed to land him inside a water bact tank intended for servitor flesh repairs, though his grand entrance had cost him dearly this time. Korons helmet lens was smashed and caved in on one side, from what information his shattered lens displayed all portions of his armour had been breached damaged or crushed. Additionally his power pack was damaged and his power blade snapped in half halfway down the blade from the tip. Hardly the stuff of legends amongst the Black Legion Koron thought as he removed his helm snapping it to his utility belt. Upon removing his helm his bold pale face stood out in the under lit darkness revelling a face scared by many ritualistic pledges a 8 pointed chaotic star radiating from his left eye socket carved upon his flesh. Koron realised his situation was dire, despite surviving the fall he was in unknown abandoned hive city most likely filled with mutants and buried dark secrets of the Imperium. There was also a good chance that the Imperials would eventually find the hole and scout out its contents ensuring that the infiltrators couldn't strike twice in quick succession. Koron needed to get back to the main chaos host, primarily to repair and rearm his wargear and access the overall war situation. Koron didn't want to be stuck behind enemy lines if a chapter of the adeptus astartes reinforced the local defence or even worse a squad of grey knights, leave that kind of subterfuge to the Alpha Legion and doomed cultist groups. Caught in thought Koron heard the scuttling of claws on the edge of his hearing in the next room, smiling with razor sharp teeth Koron drew his combat blade and loaded his last clip into his bolt pistol. Taking on a prowling stance Koron stalked into the next room to meet the first signs of life to find him in the underhive.
Sensing the impending failure of the cultists Porbo growled and decided his protection duties were wasted in the rear lines. An entire squad of cultists beginning to flee were the first victims of this hulking mass of man and chaotic loyalty. Even from the Imperial Guard and PDF's front line, the bodies flying into the air were visible as any who decided to flee met a fate more terrifying than death. A single cultist who had the misfortune of living long enough in Porbo's presence began begging for his life. Porbo slowly picked up the man by the top of his head, his massive hand nearly covering his whole head. Before the coward could utter another word, the cloth, and bandage clad monstrosity crushed his head like an egg before throwing what was left at the rest of the cowards. "Fight...." came a low grumbling tone, his voice booming through the heads of any nearby. Slowly Porbo began walking calmly and slowly through the masses, not one daring to get in his way. Porbo was through protecting this haughty sorcerer and decided his talents were of better use near the center of the fighting. Dragging his dented and battered maul behind him, Porbo walked, and smashed his way through a weaker portion of the PDF's flank, but few cultists had the courage to follow him as he made his way into the city. Between buildings and down streets he walked, the ashes and terror in the streets made him look like a nightmare given life. Even among the Chaos Space Marines, few had seen a traitor Ogryn, much less one this slender and tall. Were it not for the small iron chaos icon holding his cloth belt around his waist, few would even recognize him as anything other than a hulking mutant, or escaped lab rat. After what seemed like hours of walking, the shuffling of feet could be heard around him. Slowly stopping in his tracks, Porbo looked around through his eye pieces, itching for a fight or a proper boss. "Come outttt...." His voice gruff and slightly breathy as he dragged out the words. Due to his poor hearing, Porbo was forced to head towards the noise to see just exactly who it was. To his surprise it was neither soldiers, or chaos servants but a few strange looking civilians rushing into a tunnel heading underground. Porbo growled seeing them as cowards before lumbering after them at his slow, intimidating pace. Darkness enveloped him as he head down what seemed like an unending flight of stairs, trying desperately to catch up to those who flee from a fight. As he reached the floor that they seemed to flee onto, their footsteps ceased and left the floor in a eerie silence. The only noise audible is the heavy thuds of Porbo's feet as he prowls the floor, caring little for stealth. Slowly a clawing sound is heard and draws Porbo attention, but before the sound can fade from the room where the sound emanates, Porbo smashes through the wall hitting whatever poor creature is unfortunate enough to be in the way as his weight comes through.
(im back biaches) *an inquisition fleet appears in orbit, i prepare to go kill another civilian and plans to stick them on top of a spire*
Will leave it open but if your bringing in an invasion force 10,000 if only a single chapters worth or specialist strike force then something like 2500, 5500. It doesn't ultimately matter if you bring in something BIG then there's a guarantee that the chaos warhost will bring in something BIG, pretty such we can invent something XD
