Snapping back into reality, Izakdor's twitching stopped and he realized that he had landed. He sensed something within the Facility. The dark red liquid he had ingested expanded his consciousness, and he found the first of the eight needed sacrifices. As part of the Rite of the Reshaper, eight war trophies must be claimed. If Izakdor is to attain Enlightenment, he must slay eight potent enemies. He sensed that the first one desired by his Gods was a Commisar within the facility. He grinned in mad glee. Today was the day he would take the first step towards his destiny. The Gods had willed it. He then chuckled aloud to himself.
Before the landing Malrak spoke up for the last time before they hit the planet's atmosphere. "May the gods favor the worthy on this day and that the weak and unworthy be crushed under the righteous heel of our mistress. For the dark gods!" He then went silent as the dropship rumbled and bucked under the burn of reentry. Now Malrak stood up albeit a little shaken from reentry his knees shaking and his hands had a bit of trouble letting go of the saftey bar that went over him. He had never liked reentry nomatter what kind of ship he was in during it he also had never really likes heights but he learned to live with it. "Now then Sir." He said this referring to the Nurglite that was leading the mission/invasion "shall we salley forth and crush all in our wake, or shall we get into the groups you assigned us and then lay into our foes?" His knees were still shaking but after a few seconds they ceased and his mind prepared for the carnage of battle. @DeranVendar
Izakdor continued to laugh giddily to himself, eager to slay a champion of the Guardsmen, and prove through combat that the Chaos Gods were superior to the False Emperor. "He is here." Izakdor said excitedly. "My first target."
Issac felt the dread claw fall through orbit as he stood within waiting began feeling anxiety as he waited wanting to begin the raid, He felt a burst of thrust as the Dread claws thruster activated and they touched down onto the planets surface. Finally! He thought to himself, Readying his bolter and chain axe he crouched as the Dread claw began lowering its ramp, Las fire streaked at him as the guardsmen began firing at the him and Macer. Issac ran forward and jumped charging the guardsmen. Bringing his chain axe down on the guardsmen and activating he killed the first man quickly as the chain axe vertically ripped through the guardsmen. Issacs mechatendrils shot out at nearby guardsmen one of them wrapping itself around a guardsmen midriff and pulled the guardsmen off his feet and slammed the man back downward onto the ground a crack being heard as the mans neck broke killing him.. Las fire pelted his armor, As he spotted more guardsmen at a farther range, Grabbing his bolter and mag locking his axe he took aim and began firing his bolter at the guardsmen nailing one in the chest and continued fire at the squad in cover.
As the ramp opend the ogryn charged foward his sythe huming to life as he heafted it up and then held in an arc to swing it at the guards as he reached them, the sound of his aproach and the stench made the closest guard turn just in time to see the scythe slice through him and the brute to flatten another with his foot
Nehelith sprinted out of the thunderhawk, surprisingly fast for someone who limped. As he ran he flipped back his trench coat to reveal a Power maul and a Inferno pistol that were attached to his legs, he quickly unsheathed the power maul as he sprinted past the Ogryn and then smashed one of the other guardsmen in the craineum, blood splattered everywhere which made a few other guardsmen flee in terror but Nehelith just incinerated them with the Inferno pistol before they could run eny further.
As Malrak saw the ogryn and Nehlith charge he spoke. "Very well I suppose we can organize ourselves once we secure this area." He then walked passed the supposed commander if the operation and off the ramp into the battlefield levitating himself over the remains of the two guardsmen the giant Death priest had slaughtered. Then his cloak started to glow as if on fire streaks of electricity streaked out of his eyes."Die worms!" He then let loose arks of lighting from his hands and the one from his right hand hit two guardsmen that were still behind the fallen pillar frying them and the weaker one from his left hit and stunned the squad's sergeant and corporal who until then were trying to alert the high command in the main building of the attack. "These two shall do nicely." Malrak said as he dragged the unconsious sergeant and corporal over to a clear area behind the Stormhawk while under some light laz fire from the remaining guardsmen that were more focused on the ogryn. He set their hands onto each of the Tzeench chaos stars he had drawn with his blood and began the first ritual. Spoiler I think there's four left if it is just a single squad but then agian I could be wrong
@DeranVendar "Let us move on to our destination, milord... They will not anticipate a pincer attack." The Hammerheaded creature licked over his mouth with his long, wide tongue. He could perhaps not see the glory done in Erythea's name, but he could hear the death in the air, the rings of shots and screams of agony. One thing he however did not hear was the announcement that this glory of doom and gloom was caused by Erythea, mistress and queen of the warp. Disappointing, but.... Expected. It better would change soon for the love of her mercy.
As Malrak began the first ritual he started by calling out to the minors of Tzeentch. "I call upon the servants if the Lord of change. The Neverborn that he created to serve in his great sceemes and to guard his realm! I call on one of his many horrors to take this body as its host to rip apart the vail and enter the materium!" His cloak began to glow blue and the Marks of Tzeench began to emit blue flames as the call was answered with one word NO. Malrak was astonished that his plea and sacrifice were denied, had he done somthing wrong were the sacrifices not enough? Maybe but that can't be the only reason this was a sign from Tzeench it had to be. After a minute or two of thinking Malrak got back up and closed his book his lord was telling him to prove himself. He dragged the two unconsious NCOs into the Stormhawk and spoke to the undivided priest "Do with these two as you wish they should do fine to summon furies into real-space." Malrak dropped them onto the hard metal floor with a thud they were in a comatose state from his lighting they wouldn't be waking up anytime soon with out medical equipment. Malrak took off his cloak so it would not be damaged in the battle and went to the cockpit and placed it by the pilot. "After the battle return this to me." He then left the ship again. Without his cloak his mutations were quite obvious his arms a completly different color from the rest of his body his head was bald and his face had no exaggerated or strange features, he looked like a normal man that had gone through basic guard training other than his blue arms and clawed hands. He wore a dirty white shirt and red pants and on his feet were worn black boots. His holstered laz pistol, sheathed bayonet and his chained book were all attacked to a thick leather belt with a buckle that had once been an Aquila but had been scratched out and had a star of chaos etched in. "I must truly prove myself worthy of both the mistress and the Changer of Ways this day." He said this as he turned to face Orgahst. "The weak will burn in the name of Mistress Erythea. Now please lord give me the permission to crush these fools." Malrak's eyes began to glow with electricity agian and he started to float in the air as he waited for a response.
"You need permission to kill now? " Orghast marched free of Thunderhawk's hold after everyone else and puffed out his cheeks, upper chest heaving as he began to let the bile build. Gut maw opened up and began bellowing orders with daemonic inflection causing its voice to echo through ears as a murky fog might roll over a bog. "HAVOC TEAM GET AROUND TO THE SOUTH! " Slurping and snorting fanged 'jaw' flaps coiled in on themselves a moment before opening again. "Spear team forward, fight, kill and teach these fools the sweet embrace of death!" Stomach gaped open a moment as a length of intestinal binding sprung forth and coiled about the arm of a man partially sticking out over his cover. With a violent tug guard was dragged kicking and screaming, desperately attempting to slash himself free from what should of been a flimsy bind. Yet corrupt tubing held and man found himself at Orghast's feet, marine's eyes alive with mirth as maw opened like a flood gate and caustic bile was spilled over the False Corpse Emperor's servant. Seeping around flak armor melting through softer clothe flesh followed quickly enough and diseased warrior would march onward leaving only a partially melted corpse laying in a pool of chunky yellows and browns that would forever stain this planet's soil. Corroded power klaw flared with power and snapped shut providing a swift end for another as a smaller being not so kindly blessed with Orghast's gene-engineered form fell apart in three pieces, head flattened under a boot. Both bodies swiftly began to fester with maggots that wormed their way out of every pore or wounded tear in flesh with audible squelches and a scratching like chorus of shredded bodies swiftly giving way to a horde of flies that buzzed into the building after brood king.
