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Prologue
The forest was dark and dense, trees so thick that they prevented moonlight from reaching the scorched and battered ground. As rain fell and washed the blood into the soil, the smell permeates the air. In the middle of the field lay a Space Marine. The Space Marine raised his head from the ground in order to analyze the littered battlefield. Before him lay the bodies of guardsmen, all torn to pieces and burned with limbs scattered everywhere. How did a simple recon patrol turn to a full bore bloody battle? Out of a dozen men only four remain. The Space Marine didn’t expect this kind of tactical ambush, especially from the hated Orks, their waaaagh scream always preceded a battle.
The Space Marine looked around for his two brothers in the torn apart field. As his senses came back he spotted them taking cover behind a boulder. The Space Marine rose from the ground with a bolter in one hand and chainsword revving in the other, those looking upon him would have believed a Godly warrior had descended to their side. One of the guardsmen watched as he picked himself up and felt safer, then a feeling of zeal filled him. He rushed through the battlefield without thinking, as he charged he placed where they had been shot at from, he readied his lasgun bayonet in front getting ready to kill. The only thing that met him was a bullet to his forehead.
The Space Marine rushed across the field to meet his brothers. He knew the only way to survive the battle was to stand with his Battle-Brothers.
“Grimaldus” said one of the space marine. “You still draw breath brother”
“There still much in me brother” said Grimaldus, “what it’s the enemy position?”
“I can’t get a fix, the shadows cover their position, but the shots are coming from there” said the space marine pointing the trees in front of them.
“Then it will be better to draw them to the light brother, lest fall back and give cover fire to the guardsmen” said Grimaldus. The three space marine rush to a fallen tree behind them and as soon they reach the tree, Grimaldus start opening fire to where the enemy should be
“Guardsmen” yell Grimaldus, “fall back, we will give you cover fire”
One of the guardsmen was taken by panic and fear and without waiting for the protection of the Space Marines' covering fire ran out of the scant cover he was in to the middle of the field in the direction of the Space Marines' cover. He was gunned down as he ran. His comrades watched him as he was shot. They didn’t know what to do. Run or stay where they were. Then training kicked in.
The Emperor protects,” one of them muttered and he start running in the Space Marines general direction with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes as he managed to reach the trees behind the Space Marines, but he was shot in the back. He died, reaching his hand out to Grimaldus. In his final moment he touched the Space Marines’ cold gauntleted hand. The Emperors’ Holy Angels of Death, the last thought that ran through his mind.
The last guardsmen watched as his final brother-in-arms died. He was the only one that remained from his squad; he was use to seeing fellow guardsmen die in battle but never his entire squad wiped out. Anger and despair filled his being and he left the safety of the rock protecting him. Screaming and firing upon the shadows, trying to kill the thing or things that killed the last of his friends and family. Rage and determination were, unfortunately not enough. Just like his friends he died without seeing the muzzle flash.
Grimaldus was taken by sadness, he couldn’t save the guardsmen, but the sadness was replaced by rage.
“COME OUT AND FIGHT ORK” yell Grimaldus into the empty forest
Out of the murky shadows a figure can into view, though he could only see an outline. In shock Grimaldus immediately recognized the outline.
“Traitors” he said in a low voice, his brothers were still behind the tree and did not hear him
“TRAITORS” he said in a higher voice, his brothers hear him this time. Suddenly Grimaldus felt a blow in the back of his neck and everything went dark, he felt to the ground like a giant old tree.
The chaos marine approaches the space marines standing next to Grimaldus body
“Brothers” said the Chaos marine. The space marines did not speak, they only nod their head in response to the chaos marine
“Who is this that lies at my feet?” said the chaos marine
“He is a slave of the Corse-Emperor” said one of the space marine
“He caught us by surprise, he wasn’t suppose to come with us” said the other space marine
“It’s everything ready them?” ask the chaos marine with a subtle tone
“it is Lord Othrim” said the space marine
NOTE: sorry for any spelling horrors
he better watch out then 
