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[Domine Nox]

"Sammael, what are you doing?" Gerhart queried over the vox. The Reclusiarch was firing into a group of xenos with his pistol, but his shots were having little effect.

"Looking good, and providing valuable suppression fire." He responded suavely.

As he spoke a nameless battlebrother left cover and made a sprint for a better firing position. As he ran a xenos teleported in front of him, meltagun brandished in its hands. With a pull of the trigger the Crimson Fist was reduced to a pile of smoldering flesh. Gerhart streaked through the sky landing with tremendous force next to the xenos, taking it off it's feet. But rather than strike it down he tore the gun from its hands.

"I bet that alien is shitting itself." Hudson sniggered as he watched the display.

"What is this?!" Gerhart yelled at the alien, brandishing its own weapon at it like a master that found its dog had pissed on the carpet. "Rapid teleporting meltagun? Seriously?!" Gerhart tossed the gun aside. "Come on Xenos!" He slapped the alien across the face, and opened a vox link to the entire force landing and fighting across the planet. "All marines cease action, we are pulling out. Crimson Fist order 86." He looked back down at the alien and shook his helmeted head before stalking off.

Just as readily and quickly as they arrived the Crimson Fists got back into their thunderhawks and departed for the Righteous Truth.

[Hudson]

lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Sammael]

Excellent job.

[destroyerOFwill]

Lawlz

[Grimaldus]

LMAO

[Sammael]

Bump because this is awesome.

[Mister Snugles]

im so happy right now.... the bromance is strong with this one.

[Simonbarsinistr]

Excellent work, Nox!

[MEGATRON121]

aha this is mint a funny yet very accurate description

[Domine Nox]

Back aboard the Righteous Truth the marines had scattered going about their various chosen activities. Sleeping, Training, hitting on female crew members or eating. Gerhart disembarked his thunderhwak and saw the empty hanger bay. He was flabbergasted. Hurriedly he began making vox calls.

"Corman?" No reply came. "White?"

"What is it, bro?" White casually voxed back. "Get back to the hanger for debrief."

"Damnit, okay. Hold on." The vox link cut off.

"Hudson. Sammael" Gerhart continued with the voxing.

"What is it, Captain?" Corman responded. Gerhart blinked. "Get your men back to the hanger."

After what felt like an eternity the Crimson Fists were assembled back in the hanger, though many seemed to be carrying on their own conversations. Gerhart thought he heard somebody mention an Omnitool, whatever that was.

"Crimson Fists you fought bravely, too bad the enemy were no skill cowards." He began. "We will find new enemies and better battles, and will set up better rules."

"Good, fucking cheaters." Hudson interjected. This was greeted by a cheer of agreement.

"I will begin by having the captains vox insulting threats and challenges to everyone in the system. Somebody will take us on."

"For Dorn!" The assembled Crimson Fists cheered, and then thrust their pelvises forward in salute.

[Sammael]

Always a laugh. Corman lag for the win.

[Brother White]

Corman lag is awesome!

Sent from the Melta practice chambers of the Righteous Truth

[Corman2030]

Hahah! Fear not the Melta Spamming Xenos!

Awesome Nox! I salute you with my very best pelvic thrust:D

[Grimaldus]

corman lag for the win!

@Nox, on behalf of the crimson fists, i wanted to say thank yuo for writing this story, we cant wait to read the rest

[destroyerOFwill]

Haha sweet!

[Domine Nox]

The console before Gerhart sprang to life as a priority message came in. It was from the Ultramarines, they had accepted their offer of a mutual competition to better learn from each other and strengthen the bonds of brotherhood. Gerhart read the words and understood that to be Ultramarine speak for "Man up it's pwning time."

Contacting his Captains Gerhart readied the Crimson Fists for the friendly confrontation with their brother chapter. Crimson Fists from all over the Righteous Truth stepped up to be considered for the combat to prove their mettle and test the mettle of the Ultramarines. When all was said and done they awaited the arrival of the Sons of Guilliman. A lone thunderhawk flew into the hanger, and from it disembarked two figures. One clad in fine armor, detailed in gold filigree and badges of honor SonofUltramar the master of the Ultramarines. With him was a figure no less regally clad, but the armor was in a much worse state of repair, burn marks, and battle damage were common place upon the ancient plate.

It took Gerhart a moment, but he recognized Domine Nox, the former master of the Ultramarines, thought lost to the warp. He had returned. But that was it? Gerhart glanced back to his small army of Crimson Fists.

"This is everyone?" Gerhart asked quietly.

"Yeah, I don't know what happened to the others." SonofUltramar shrugged. Gerhart palmed his helmet and sighed. He readied his warriors and was met with only two of their opposition. One whom had been thought dead.

"Okay, we can make this work." Gerhart said, turning to his men. "We're going to count off numbers. Even numbers are with the Ultramarines, odd numbers are with me."

"Aww" One Crimson Fist complained.

"Hey! No complaining!" Gerhart snapped. Then he heard people muttering and moving around. "And no shifting your place in line." With that he started counting down the line." One, Two, Three..."

[Angry Comedian]

"Okay, we can make this work." Gerhart said, turning to his men. "We're going to count off numbers. Even numbers are with the Ultramarines, odd numbers are with me."

"Aww" One Crimson Fist complained

"But i dont want to be an ultramarine", lol

[Sammael]

hah, and the Ultramarines get Emprah'd

[Brother White]

Thats great, I don't know how many times we've had to move our own to the other side cause we got so many guys ready.

[destroyerOFwill]

Lawlz!