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"Into the fires of Combat we fly...."The Chaplain's voice resonated around the Launch Bay, thick coils of crimson incence burning in the air.
"Unto the Anvil of War we Strike!" Came the Reply from the Marines gathered in orderly rows, weapons at the ready as they prepared to board their drop pods.
"Forwars, for the Emperor and the Glory of Man!" The Marines turned in Unison, facing opposite directions, and marched off to the pre designated order. The sound of heavy ceramite boots rocked the hangar as they Boarded the Drop Pods, Assault Squads making last minute chainsword checks, and the Company's Two Great Dreadnought's lumbering into position.
It all went silent, then an alarm claxon went off, bathing the hall in throbbing red light. This was followed a dull Phummmmmpf, as the pods ejected from the side of the ship and down into the Atmosphere of the Xenos Planet below.
This planet had been found to be overrun by Xenos 'Orks' when the Chapter returned from the Might Waaaaagh! And the Brave Warriors of the 2nd Company had been Despatched to Cleanse it......


Waaam
The pod landed carrying Jump Squad Ortega, landed.

Hiiisssssss
It's front ramp slid open........

Out dashed 7ft Tall Warriors, gleaming in ornate Orange and Black Armour. They had landed in amongst one of the Xenos Strong Points, and immediately set about clearing it of opposition. With swift hacks and smooth shooting, the Position was cleared, and the Squad consolidated with no casualities.
Brother-Sergeant Kazrel informed the Men of the Objective, and they deployed into their Battle Plan, activating their Jump Packs and zooming 100ft into the air in a matter of miliseconds. From up here the whole battle could be seen, and it was going well. The well aimed, surgical precision of the drop pods had landed the men were they were needed. The Squad kept flying, heading straight for it's objective. A roughly cammed up Comms Post lay before them, as the Shining angels of death Swooped in for the Kill.

"Sensors are clear, sir. It's quiet."

Commander Richard Helson, commanding officer of the INS-BB67 Archer stood at the holotable in the center of the Combat Information Center. He watched the sensor readouts on the screens above his head, and saw seven green blips, and nothing else. It was quiet.

The Archer was an Opulence-class battleship, a 3km long behemoth of the fleet. She was accompanied by two Dilligence-class cruisers, one Triumph-class heavy cruiser, two Indomitable-class destroyers, and one Javelin-class missile destroyer. A small group packing massive amounts of firepower to say the least.

At that moment, unknown dots began appearing in a relatively nearby system.

"Sir, unknown contacts bearing two-zero-one-five."

The galactic display zoomed in on the system in question, and Helson watched closely.

"Prepare to take us in on a jump. Fire up the drives."
"Aye, sir."

The group fired up their FTL drives, and within miniutes, jumped. With seven bright flashes the area was once again silent.

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Several miniutes later, realspace replaced the colors of hyperspace for the group.

"Contacts straight ahead, sir."
"Open a channel."
"Aye, sir."

An audio channel was opened with the unidentified group.

"Attention unidentified ships, this is the INS-BB67 Archer of the Cravanian Imperial Navy. Identify yourselves now."

He looked to his Executive Officer.

"Sound general quarters throughout the group. Prepare the fighters for immediate launch."
"Aye, sir."

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"Attention unidentified ships, this is the INS-BB67 Archer of the Cravanian Imperial Navy. Identify yourselves now."

The heavy, lumbering beast that was the Rapier, Battle Barge of the 2nd Company, turned to face the tresspassers. Along with it, it's entire Company Level Fleet did also, 5 Dauntless Class Cruisers and the recently Liberated Ramilies Star Fort readying for action.
From the bridge of the Rapier a response was compiled and sent.

"Unknown Fleet, you are Tresspassing on Storm Guard Custodial Territory. We identify ourselves as Marines of the Adeptus Astartes. Cease any hostile activities and Identify yourselves immediately."

-On the Surface-

The Battle had gone well and all Primary, Secondary and Tertiary Targets had been taken. Now the Marines had dug in and prepared for the savage onslaught that would be the orky Counter.

"Unknown Fleet, you are Tresspassing on Storm Guard Custodial Territory. We identify ourselves as Marines of the [I]Adeptus Astartes. Cease any hostile activities and Identify yourselves immediately."

"We have no hostile intent-", he looked away to his XO. "At the moment.", "-We detected your group from outside the system. We're sorry for trespassing, but we were instructed to investigate anything in this sector. We were not informed anyone had made claims to systems out here."

Astartes….

The very word brought a sneer to the lips of Lucian, wasted and ruined behind the horned veneer of his helmet. Bone and gold adorned it, twisting in strange, disconcerting patterns, barely visible beneath the smear of decay, the rough lines of decay and pestilence dancing across the once pure and polished surface of the plate. He had once been a glorious warrior of an Imperium; dedicated to the service of his Father and Emperor; Marcus De Drakan; he who had made him manifest in the secret geno-labs of Chronosia Prime; created him by ancient and arcane knowledge; he and his brother Primarchs.

Lucian chuckled at the thought; he and his brethren being created, so long ago as weapons of war; instruments through which armies might be shaped and led, a galaxy reconquered in the glorious name of Humanity Ascendant. Now he fought the Long War; eternal war in the name of the glories of Chaos; of Nurgle!

“Come Lord Nurgle, bless this vessel with your presence; give us strength, master of disease! Lord of decay! You who reign from a throne of dead bone and rotted flesh! You master of the stars! You will snuff out their fires and drown the universe in its own black blood….My Master!”

Lucian’s prayers echoed about the vessel; each hissing, half-living thing gurgling the name. Nurgle….Nurgle…Nurgle…Sickly green light flickered into existence, alighting the cavernous chamber before him, his legion gathered below; an army of violated, swollen flesh, armour gleaming with slick corruption, faces hidden by gas-masks and breathing apparatus, or proudly displayed; flesh tainted and torn. One man stood to attention even as blood and pus thrummed from a gaping wound in his face, a seething, suppurating sore in his flesh.

“Brothers….” The hiss of Lucian rose above them all, above each of his glorious children, each of his beloved sons. “We are the chosen of Nurgle! What other Legion has such power? Such gifts in the face of black adversity!? None! You think that savage that they would call Warmaster has the power that we possess? That the Legions of Khorne could overcome us with brute strength alone? That the Tzeentchian sorcerers could overthrow us nwith their whispers and their bone-rattling? No! Only the Emperor himself can hold us to account, for he is chosen of all the powers! Yet his legion serve weakness; a lust that will burn itself out while Nurgle claims all that remains! WE OF ALL THE SONS OF THE IMPERIUM ARE MOST WORTHY OF THIS TASK!”

Cheers greeted him, rising like mournful hymns from below, a chorus of disease and black worship. His children were ready to stretch their legs at last. The undertakings at Yorik were crucial, the Imperium of Man; that bloated and foolish organisation; could not be allowed to grow, could not be allowed to prosper. It was the destiny of the Chronosians to return the galaxy to Compliance; to found an Imperium to last till times ending. And if the galaxy need burn that that be accomplished, it would be done…

The first ships slipped into the system like poisoned daggers, vast knifes laced with the most ancient and most deadly of toxins. At their fore there came the immense vessel known as the Pestilant Pleasure; deemed personal flagship of Lord Lucian; Primarch of the Envenomed Fang; Chosen and Blessed of Nurgle. The others were immense constructs, Space Marine Battle Barges that seemed to teem and frolic with unholy, unwanted life. The hulls were violated, seeded and flooded with foul growths, virulent funguses spread across the entirety of the vessels; shapeless, rotting fronds hanging from the proud spires and points of the vessel. Where it had once been a glorious symbol of Mankind triumphant, now it seemed a rotted, debased structure. The broadcasts came forth in stuttering, hissed tones, the ancient words pronounced in a language very much like High Gothic, debasing the proud tongue with such conceits.

Debased is the God-Emperor, false lord of Man, forsaken lord of Humanity; Liar; Betrayer!

Blessed be the name of Nurgle! Blessed be the Plague Lord who shall tear down the Throne!

Glory to the Immaterium, its darkness shall rule the stars! Blessed be to Nurgle! NURGLE! NURGLE! NURGLE! NURGLE!

And so it went on, and on, and on, the blasphemous name chanted across the communications, as in each vessel, thousands of them, countless Plague Marines, awaited. Their cries were the same, one voice, one unified cry of worship and lust.

Nurgle…
Nurgle…
Nurgle….

"Unidentified fleet entering system."
"Sound general quarters. Hold the alert fighters, but prep them for launch."
"Aye, sir."

Helson looked up at the sensor readouts.

"Take us to the edge of the system, and prep the drives just incase. We're gonna let these guys duke it out."
"Aye, sir."

The massive battleship and her escorts turned around, and with surprising mobility, moved with speed to the outer areas of the solar system they were in, constantly watching the two fleets before them...

At a single word, the Image of the Fleet was on screen turned into a huge pict. Now everyone on the Bridge of the Sabre gasped at the horror, it must at least be a whole chapter, after all even the biggest chapters rarely had over 3 Battle Barges. Immediately a summons was sent to the Fortress Monastery, and about 30 Minutes Later Battle Group Octavian emerged from the Warp. The Battle group was mad eout of 12 Dauntless Cruisers and Escorts and 1 Battle Barge, the Sabre.

No words needed to be said now, the entire fleet hunkered down into obrital defence Positions, the extremely powerful armament of the Ramilies Star Fort bolstering the line, around which dozens of destroyers circled, running through the Point Defence Drills. The Nurglesque followers must be destroyed.
Already troops from the Battle Barge had been dsitributed to the Other Battle Barge and Star Fort, the line would be held. As the Nurgle fleet ran closer, the Ship's powered up their Shields, which were even more potent now in the range of the Ramilies Power Generators. The Battle Barges were maneuvered into a permanent List in Geo Stational Orbit, so their Bombardment cannons could be brought to bear. These fierce weapons could and would decimate an entire continent in under 7 Minutes, now they were trained on the Chaos, they became potent space weapons.

BOOOOOOM

A first volley was fired, the shot vibrating the Barge with noise, before disappearing into the noiseless vacuum of Space. Distantly impacts could be seen, splintering in amongst the Chaos Ships.

Front line squadrons were launched, with reserves ready to go, along with Shark Assault Boats, slow, but could detroy a cruiser with one shot if they made it close enough. Thunderhawks and Boarding torpedoes were readied, Imperial Navy Marines stood ready behind 4 Feet of blast walls separating them from the side of the Ship.
In the Launch Bays, the Entire Company of Marines prayed, and made ready for the conflict.

"Shots fired..."
"Call Command... Tell them we may need backup."
"Aye, sir."

The group watched as the battle began...

The will of the Gods becomes strong in moments of dark need and superstition, religion and praise rising from the bloated lips of the faithful upon their most righteous crusade. Who would stand in the way of Nurgle? Who would defy the Plague Lord with their rank and foolish defiance? Only those blinded by the light of the Emperor. Only those deluded by a path of foolish devotion to an absent God. Lucian knew better; Lucian knew that his God answered his prayers; his god listened!

This was not a gathering of a Chapter; instead it was the gathering of, at first estimation, the first 5 Great Companies of the Envenomed Fang Legion. The Chronosian II Legion. Long ago forged in the ancient geno-labs of Chronosia; it had become on of the mightiest of Marcus De Drakan’s war effort; bringing entire worlds into Compliance, reknowned for their purity and eloquence. In the Fall, Nurgle had taken them as his own, and the power they had gained was awe inspiring. Lucian’s gauntleted hand closed around the shaft of his immense scythe, pulling himself up from his throne to full height, his flesh bloated and pulsing within his armour, alive with countless hissing, buzzing vermin that even now poured out about him in an immense living wall of insectoid fury.

“Ready the men. Our foes are weak; Lord Nurgle shall feast upon them; he shall-“ The ship shook, immense explosions blooming against the shields; the hull shuddering, disgorging half-rotted metal in a small hailstorm of debris. The barges shook and shuddered under such devastating impacts, while smaller, plague-ridden vessels burst into flame, rent asunder like rotten fruit; their twisted contents evident and flailing in the black of the abyss. “Make these heretics suffer!” Lucian spat, snarling as he glared out across the tapestry of the void; beholding the enemy and all their works.

You fight with fury, little ones; but you are no match for the servants of the true Gods! Your corpse god is laid low! He rots and withers and suffers in the Warp! My Lords have seen to it! Till times ending shall Chaos endure; it shall piss on your ashes and dance upon your bones! The End times shall be of Chaos!

Terrible blasts of lance fire were sent forth against the Imperial fleet before them; torpedoes streaking across the void in horrifying fury; the weapons of the Chronosians sundering the void with their bleak rage; their black defiance. Who were these young upstarts to fight in the name of Emperor and Imperium? Who were they to stand and hold themselves equal to the servants of the Gods; to the Adeptus Astartes!

It began slowly; fighters unfolding from bays, whirling and diving into terrible battle; the Swiftdeath and the Doomfire bomber, assaulting their hated foes; boarding pods; barbed Dreadclaws; surged forth in killing waves; not just towards the enemy vessels; but towards the planet. And Lucian waited; chuckling softly as he readied himself for war; his right hand, Gehenna Stormblight, Lord of the First Company, had been sallied forth to war; and he would not fail him. He would simply prepare the Enemy for HIS Arrival.

For Lucian stood as the hand of Nurgle; the killing blade of the lord of terrible Plague. A carpet of giggling, whispering Nurglings gathered at his feet, shuffling about the cloak of stolen, ruined flesh that wreathed his fel armor. The time drew near; and he would reap a terrible harvest for the Plague God. Oh yes…These children of the False Emperor would suffer and die beneath his terrible wrath

"TORPEDOES INCOMING!" The cry was the same on the Bridge of every Ship In the Fleet, as they shook to the Lance Fire, the Battle barges merely shrugging off the fire, but some of the Smaller Escorts starting to break up. The Ramilies Star Fort concentrated it's absolutely immense Weapons Batterys and opened up, blasting several of the torpedoes out of the sky, other torpedoes running harmlessly out into deep space as the ships parted ways. Others were more unlucky, either to slow or to weak to outmaneuver the torpedoes and were struck down.
Now the fighter's were doing their job, blowing fighters and transporters alike out of the sky, but sustaining heavy casualities themselves.
Now it was the Shark Boat's turn, ramming home through thick AA Fire, at least 70% Being destroyed on the attack run, but those that did survive, dropped their deadly ordnance onto Barges and Cruisers before heading to collect more re-enforcements.

"Brothers! The foul creations of the Plague Beast wish to fight! They Crave our Cleansing Fire! They needn't worry, we shall DELIVER!"
The Launch bays shook to the roar of Marines cheering. Terminators Boarded their Torpedoes, and dull red lasers momentarily highlighted the penetrartion targets on the Barges. It would be done.

With a mighty array of clanges and Hisses, the Boarding Crews were launched, spiralling wildly and dodging the worst of the Flak, the fighters keeping the worst of the Enemy's lighter Aircraft at bay. Several Torpedoes exploded in Space, sending Marines in Zero G suits spilling out into the Vacuum. Some still alive struggled about, firing up at other ship's with their Heavy Bolters and plasma cannons. Others dead, lay still in the Vacuum, crystalised blood punctuating the blackness.

SLAAAAAM

One of the Terminator's torpedoes hit home on one of the Diseaseed Barges, crushing a hole into the rotting Hull. Gore and Pus flew as the wall of the ship was breached, cleansing fire from the Squad's Heavy Flamer's toasting several Men, the Assault cannon ripping apart further more as they advanced in ship. All along the ship even more Marines boarded, even as Plague Marines were being fought successfully from fortified Bulwarks back on the Home Fleet.

[Can't be bothered to right any more right now, will do later though.]

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Such...fury.
On the outer edge of the system, the Acceptor nudged the shields of the ships involved with its mind, testing carefully to avoid detection. Strong ships, these. The Acceptor informed its masters.
"Strong fleets, I sense minds full of hate, they despise each other. The one side seems to be...possessed in a manner of speaking. They arent...right. The others are fairly normal, although they seem to have been modified in some way. Do you require further service, Stalker?"
"Not as yet, you will remain here though."
The Tandu ship, like a grossly oversized dragonfly, hovered in the systems sparse asteroid belt, using the massive bodies for cover.
The Stalker turned to the Warrior seated at the controls to the ship, "Full power to the engines, charge the main guns and ready the probability cannons. These...chaotic ones...they are more of a threat than Men, they must be removed. Awaken the Epsiarch and inform the other ships that we are moving to assist the humans."
Something like a big depressed English Sheepdog (although the Tandu had never heard of such dogs) with an impressive set of jaws was prodded onto the bridge where it was placed into one of the number of sensory webs around the bridge.
When hooked up, the Epsiarch practically howled in outrage, for it was now looking at the flat plane of Space, and its very genes told it that this was Wrong. With some guidance from the Tandu technicians, the Epsiarch's mind latched onto local space and PULLED.
In an outrage of What Is, Space was yanked into a new and interesting shape, rather like some of those glass sculptures you see in a certain type of store.
The four Tandu ships vanished in an instant, and re-appeared a mere kilometer from the Chronosian ships, engines and guns blazing.
Of course, such rapid and precise travel has its price.
One of the Tandu ships, in the process of charging its probability gun for another blast, suddenly began to fold in on itself. Like a collapsing building, it seemed to simply fall in on itself. Unlike a collapsing building, there was no wreckage left over, no indication that the ship had ever even existed.
The others ignored it, the three destroyers simply sped on, reaching the furthest range of their weapons before slowing to turn around and make another pass.

"Multiple contacts bearing two-five-eight!"
"They're helping the Storm Guards, sir!"
"Set Condition One throughout the group."
"Aye, sir."

The Combat Information Center was bathed in flashing red light as klaxons blared. Personnel moved with speed, running to stations and carrying files, orders, and papers of all sorts. It was a flurry of activity.

"Live feed of the battle, main screen."

All eyes turned to the massive holoscreen positioned at the foreward area of the CIC. It was a view of the battle from holocams set up in the nose of the ship...

Madness enveloped the fleet as the three vessels lashed out against it; a madness born of loss, as smaller vessels died in fiery tumult; torn asunder as their shields collapsed; while the larger vessels felt undeniable pain. Hull was rent and sundered with the fury of the treacherous, cowardly blow; a blow that would be returned; that would bring the wrath of the Imperium upon these snakes; these interlopers!

A howling roar surged forth as weapons opened up against both fleets, a terrible and rank engagement; weapons shuddered and went off; sending forth countless blasts into the void; plague weapons, missiles and torpedoes loaded with Nurgle’s chosen toxins, streaked across the void; energy painted the canvas of the abyss red raw with primal fury, untamed and unfettered rage.

The vessels of Nurgle were living nightmares; every surface wreathed in pulsing, sentient corruption; rot spread throughout the hull, yet it was not brittle; but strong, invigorated. Marines and crewmen whirled upon the intruders into the realm of chaos; defence weapons roared to life; bolter shells slamming against targets and the hulls themselves; the screams of the almost living metal echoing about the combat as it unfolded.

Pods disgorged Terminators and Obliterators; walking walls of warrior might; power claws lashed out against enemies; tearing at the proud metallic flesh of the Imperial vessels; even as lascannons and assault cannons roared and bellowed; stormbolters and combi-bolters; all primed and ready for the ancient, sacred art of war. Blood stained their armour, the armour of a legion given over utterly to glorious, unfathomable corruption; to powers these weak beings could not understand.

Chaos ruled the stars…And these its chosen sons sung the black and bloody hymns of its devotion.

Boarding Action, Imperial Fleet

As the First of the horrifying incarnations of Nurgle boarded the ship, the outer corridors were sealed and pumped full of Nerve Toxins and Oxygenated Acid, they ate away at the marines Armour and Flesh, imploding their vital organs. Any Imperial crewman stuck in the Corridors died also, but it was a loss affordable if they wanted to survive. Along all the walls of the corridors, small, sealed, slits opened up, with heavy bolters and heavy flamers sending a vicous torrent of death into the marines. It was only a matter of time however, as a group of Terminators smashed down a bulkhead, forcing their way through, where they were met by an equally huge group of Storm Guard Terminators. With a horrifying yell, the Imperials barged forwards, huge Thunder Hammers rising and falling in a blood frenzy, blades and power claws slashing through thick armour as if it was silk. A brother was fell, and was carried off by front line Chiurgeons, uttering up prayers of devotion as they went. Eventually, the Marines were pushing the attackers back, out of there hallowed corridors of their ships, fervant Priests and Chaplains urging them on in this most holy of causes. It was simply bad luck for those defenders on the smaller ships, caught in the exposed outer corridors when the enemy ordnance hit home...

Boarding Action, Chaos Fleet

The Imperial Landing force was now lessened considerably, but at the head of the remaining forces, was a Heroic Group of Terminators, Led by an Imperial Guard Commisar, suitably attired in jet black armour. As they advanced the group began to die off, but those that survived throught with an undeniable hatred of the enemy, power swords cleaving their hated foe, and awesome storm bolters turning corrupted corridors into killing grounds in a matter of Seconds. but this was not a battle for capturing the ship, it was merely a sabotage, which was highlighted when the group, guided by complex Auspexes, found themselves on the Fire Control Bridge. Bloody Carnage Ensued, det packs were planted, and detonated, before the Group beat a hasty retreat, leaving behind bombs and such as they did. Upon reaching the last surving transport, they boarded. There was not enough room for everyone however, and 2 of the Company's most venerable terminators stayed behind, fighting, and killing, to the last.

Fleet Action

Several smaller vessels exploded, spilling out crew into the vacuum, detonated magazines proving catatrosphic.
The Ramilies Star Fort again spat plasma fuelled death, a fully fledged salvoe of torpedoes winging it's way towards the enemy, with the Compliments of the Emperor. Now the lances were charged on the Battle Barges, and as their shields waned at the intense bombardment they were receiving, a series of bright blue, pure energy, lances were shot out at incredible speeds, firing straight at the battle barges and bigger cruisers.

OOC: I'll post later, but I would appreciate if you didn't keep posting my losses :P

The Tandu ships executed another daring turn, but one, a bit slow, was struck by a plauge rocket. The ship was immidiatly flooded with toxin, although the Tandu were less affected by it than Humans. The ship kept on firing, despite its suicide roll caused by the force of the missile now lodged in its hull. Once the toxin reached the bridge though, the ships Episiarch almost immidiatly went roaring mad, promptly vanishing half the crew, then turning its anger outwards in a psychic shockwave that tore the ship apart, sending a blast wave outwards that would, should it strike a mind, have some fairly serious long term mental effects.
The two survivors were occupied by pulling off the insane stuntwork required to avoid being consumed by the blast, barely visible in the form of an expanding cloud of space dust and detritus hurtling outward from the point where the unfourtunate Tandu ship had been.
Both ships Acceptors were fully occupied attempting to stop the psi-burst, thus both ships were nearly blind, relying soley on visual sighting and the Tandu's primitive sensor systems, while at the same time attempting to dodge 'friendly' fire from the Imperials, and not-so-friendly fire from the Chaos forces.

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Seconded with Chronosia there, this is looking quite good :)
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A barge seemed to falter, toppling to one side, explosions from the valiant vvanguard actions of the marines racking its frame; the lance blasts finishing it off; but the Chronosian's did not falter; each volley of enemy fire was returned; each damnable loyalist dog would be smote by the waves of fire that crested towards them.

Lucian watched with an almost baleful pleasure as another of his smaller vessels burst into smokey flame amongst the void; touching fingers to command glyphs; deep within the Pestilant Pleasure, the invocations began; the beseechment of infernal spirits. The main warp cannons of the Pleasure opened up in firey knives across the firmament of the heavens, waves of raw, coruscating energy dancing in devilish arrays of warpcraft. Lances and countless torpedoes lashed out across the pestilant void; to cleanse, to crush, to destroy and devestate their foes.

Terminators and Obliterators lashed out upon the enemy fleet like living walls of hellish armor; weapons shifted and rent beneath flesh, twisting and firing from the throbbing abominations of flesh. Marines surged fort; their weapons rife with devestating plagues, madness lingering with them. Havocs and Devestators turned close-quartered corridors into killing grounds of heavy weapons; the unleashed fury of the beast that was the II Legion.

Soon their master would lead them! Soon the glory of Lucian and the blessings of Nurgle would touch this fleet! Nurglings danced about their feet, feasting upon the fallen; Plaguebearers shuffled amongst the living Chaos Marines, bellowing their foul anger; the plagues unleashed would touch the living and the dead; the corpses stirring, rising like hate-filled revenants of Nurgle's fury. His rot was upon them all; his judgement had come at last.

The plague Gods wrath would rule the void.

Cruisers shimmered and detonated into white hot plasma explosions in the volleys, the screams of a thousand men echoing across the void, but still the mighty and proud shapes of the Barges and the Ramilies Star Fort stood proud and strong, their weapon batteries raining hot death upon the Enemy Fleet. This fleet seemed to be holding, and now their seemed to be no Point in summoning another grand Fleet of the Chapter to the Cause, whatever resulted of the battle would be decided soon. In the main Barge, Company Commander and Hero's Champion, Ferus Brightmar, sat kneeling and praying, as servitors administered the most holy rites, and attached his hulking terminator to his sacred Fleshed. Unsheathing his huge Power Sword, a field of crackling blue energy entered the atmosphere, scorching the skin of anyone with 2 Feet of it. With the placing of his Iron Halo above his Hallowed Skull, the Commander was Ready for battle, as he strode down the cramped corridors, slaying all in his path, fighting just to reach the Launch Bays, were a huge firefight had ensued. Litany Papers and Scripture fluttered from his Suit as he Strode into the Main Hangar, were below severel units of Guard and Marines were duelling viciously with the invaders. Holding his blade high above his head he bellowed a blood cudling war cry and lept into the fray amongst his brethen, as the whole fleet shook to the recoil of the Massive Bombardment Cannons and Lance Arrays. Through the Observation slits, the neighboring Battle Ship, an Apocalypse Class Battleship, took on a heavy list from a heavy series of hits, and started to burn and fall apart.
But with the champion now n the fray, who knew what would happen......