Hidden Threat

[Defestus Reinen]

The planet of Kordian. A thriving Hive World, just 3 sectors from the Segmentum Solar. Such a highly esteemed location brought many nobles to the planet. It also attracted attention from the Maelstrom and the Eye of Terror. As such, 2 companies of the Space Wolves were in constant garrison, as well as any Adepts of Mars and Inquisitors that needed to make port. Over 3% of the Warlord-Class Titans in the galaxy had passed through this planet's forges. Making it a prime target for Chaos.

Defestus Reinen, Son of Huron Blackheart as he was known, strode across the barren rockrete. Warmaster Abaddon would be pleased. Another spacedock, 2 more ships. After the defeat of the Daemon Army, Defestus had returned to Huron, asking advice. 'Have you not learned of Vilamus, my greatest conquest?' was his response. Suddenly Defestus realised, his liege was right. And so he returned to his Battle Barge, where he teleported with his Terminator- Guard, straight into the bowels of Florinus. From here he had established a beachead, where he placed a captured psyker, who, in a shower of flesh and guts, was converted intro a Greater Daemon of Khorne. THe Bloodthirster. The Imperial Guard were slaughtered, ending the battle. Now Defestus would show his worth. He would cutt supplies to Kordian, and strike at the heart of the Imperium.

Guardsman Raikonnen blew a hole clean through an ork. Turning his autocannon towards an approaching Deff Dread. Firing again, the ork inside was reduced to so much flesh and bone. With gratitude, the Guardsman turned to face a Space Marine Land Raider rumbling towards him. Cheering, he leapt out of it's path as it pulverized an ork corpse, firing it's lascannons into the gloom. Then he realized the air in front of him shimmer. Thus his life ended. Even as he fell, the Chaos Terminator aimed its autocannon at the Land Raider's track, blowing its treads apart, halting it's movement. Firing again, he destroyed the tank's rear armour, exposing several mangled Space Marines. Laughing, his companion cut down the survivors with his Heavy Flamer, before shouting into his comm unit. 'Inform Lord Reinen, the dropzone is clear'. Peering at the crisped corpse of Raikonnen, the Terminator dug through the wall of a nearby bunker, before unleashing his Bloodletter's fury on the enemies within. His grim work done, he watched the first wave of drop-pods and Terminators arrive.

Hackor, a Chaos Terminator, laughed aloud. He loved watching these pathetic servants of the False Emperor flee before his Heavy Flamer. Las- trails pinged off his armour. Something worried Hackor though. His denounced chapter, tha Space Wolves were present. Watching his old fellows die, he started to feel remorse. Then he hesitated. A psyker! A psyker was infiltrating his mind with these thoughts, destroying his lust to kill. Pushing against the intruding mind, Hackor fired his weapon into a bunker, from which the psyker's presence emanated. He felt the mind withdraw as the psyker burned inside his armour. Punching the bunker's walls, he brought about the collpase of the line. Before he could even step inside, a power sword ripped through his leg.

Koren, sergeant of the Space Wolves Chapter, yanked the blade from the Terminator's legs, whirling it round in a crimson ark, slashing down through the armour into the head of his opponent. Dancing sideways, Koren slipped past the corpse. 'For Terra, The Emperor, AND Leman Russ!!' he cried. The squad leapt forward.

Commisar Olk of the Cadian 20th surveyed the battlefield. Squinting through the smoke, he spotted a small crate. 'Sergeant, retrieve that crate.' he said, ushering the guardsman forward. But even as the sergeant strode forward, the grizzled commander noticed a glint in the window of a burnt out hovel. He didn't stand a chance against the bolter shell that entered his head, then his chest,and finally lodged itself in his pelvis. Gore flew everywhere, covering the Commisar's Chimera in blood and guts. Khornate Daemons materialised in front of the elite Kasrkin bodyguard, twirling their hellblades through the air and into the hardened armour of the humans. Teleporters came into life on thousands of orbiting ships, as the forces of Huron Blackheart joined the fray. Further into deep space, millions of ships floated silently, waiting for the final order. Devastation.

The final battle started quietly. A few skirmishes and objective combats. Then came the Titans. Plasma scorched the air, combining in midair with melta bolts, creating great cataclysms vaporising thousands at a time. Bolter and las fire shredded the air. Missile trails scarred the air, ending with huge craters of earth, mingled with ceramite, adamantium and flesh. Within hours, huge artillery barrages were brought into play, and the storm of shrapnel grew. At the centre of this Chaos was Defestus Reinen. Dueling with Koren. Power weapon met power weapon, sending blinding sparks into the air. As their bodyguards fought, the two men fought like animals. But Koren was weakening. Slowly, his guard fell. Defestus took this opening, rending his opponent's left arm from his body. The Space Marine's constitution failed. Blood spurted at a frightening pace from his wound, and he fell into the dirt. Turning to his warriors, he bellowed in victory, and, turning to his warriors led a charge into the enemy ranks. Suddenly, an icy, yet searing feeling struck his shoulder. 'Lord Reinen is wounded!' cried Slorn, his bodyguard. Defestus slumped to the ground. His vision faded. The last thing he heard was 'Get him to the Tunderhawk!' and the intense crescendo of jet engines.

By the end of the month, Chaos had lost its foothold. Their commander was in a critical condition, and their Titans were falling apart. Exterminatus was called upon the planet of Kordian. And the Space Marines rewarded. But it had not heard the end of its turmoil. Far into the deep space beyond its solar system, an Ork space hulk watched its movements. And an Eldar Craftworld watched the Space Hulk.

[IBBoard]

Okay, this story is up as well. Similar comments apply to the previous story with regards grammar. Other than that and some sentences that seemed like they could do with fewer commas and more full-stops it sounds like an interesting start.

I noticed in both this story that you used "grimoire" in relation to a gorey scene. I think you're looking for a different word, though, as I doubt the psyker exploded in a shower of manuals of black magic (for invoking spirits and demons)