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[Prosperan Son]

Screaming. Kerro's screaming could be considered the most vivid memory. The anguish that had escaped from his throat unlike any other. Or perhaps it was when the monster had slain the Astartes? What was his name again? Teleus! Ah, poor teleus. Maybe, the most painful memory was of him dismembering the Soriatas , Nessa. Overcoming all of these memories, is it the pain that you feel as you remember the monster splintering your rib-cage, the feeling of bones scraping against your lungs, followed by the agonized pain of your left shoulder and pelvis being shattered? Despite all of these questions, only one goes through your mind that truly matters. What happened to Inquisitor Kyras? The questions go unanswered as the memories surge to the forefront.


Six Years Ago, The Planet Killeus,8th Year the hunt for the Anointed


The Extermination Campaign of Killeus is on its 34th day, the forces of the Imperial Guard having assault the Planet on the charges of corruption in part to involvement from “The Annointed” It has taken over three months to prosecute the campaign and only one city remains, the capital Laxus, the origins of the corruption. After 34 days of bloody siege, the Imperial Forces have finally broken through the walls and surge through the city. An Inquisitorial Strike team consisting of a Black Templar Astartes, A Sister of Battle belonging to the Order of the Bloody Rose, four inquisitorial storm troopers and led by Ordo Hereticus Inquistor Kyras are in pursuit of the Chaos Lord, Malbogia Garrus, dubbed the Anointed by his followers, through the Rosette Palace

“We are almost upon him.”Kyras states to the rest of his retinue as they move through the palace in a cautious run. The only sounds made is that of the retinues footsteps pressing against the granite floor, and the whir of servos and hum of power armor coming from the Inquisitor and his two companions, an Astartes and Sister. It should be Telleus that takes front, the Black Templar Astartes , the most durable and aware of all of us, but Kyras has been on this hunt for eight years and takes it upon himself to lead them. The Sister of Battle, Nessa stands at the Inquisitors side protectively, clinging tightly to her flamer which has already claimed the lives of many a heretic in the last two hours alone. Behind them are the four inquisitorial storm troopers personally requisitioned for this occasion. Of them, Krauss is the only one who has served with this particular Inquisitior.

“We’ve been roaming about this palace for over an hour and have yet to come across anyone….where is the enemy?” Telleus voices the question that is one everyones’ mind.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss kept his silence as usual as he followed Kryas and the others closely, his assault shotgun held at the ready. His eyes shifted behind the black skull faceplated gasmask, looking at the shadows for any movement. The enemy just loves using the shadows. His black trench coat was left open so he could access his sidearm and combat knife easier. His fatigues had soot stains from the ashes of the sorotias's flamer and the armor was chipped and scratched in a number of places, all from thier campaign on this planet. But the stylised I of his occupation and the serpent he painted on long ago still shows on his chest plate without trouble.

[Prosperan Son]

"He's baiting us no doubt."Kyra's assumed, the power fist of his left hand clenching repeatedly in anticipation.

"Cowards. All of them. I'd rather face them head on then simply wait to be stabbed in the back." Tellius growled in annoyance, pacing right behind Kyras. Nessa remained quiet, her eyes darting back and forth. She had always seem to have a natural sense of direction and intuition to match. She remained alert for any sign of movement.

Radio Chatter could be heard from one the storm troopers, a vox operator by the name Lanford." Enemy forces are being pushed back on all fronts M'lord."

"Good. Now he's got nowhere to run."Replied Kyras, eager to slay this being. For eight years they had played a game of cat and mouse, Kyras no closer to catching Malbogia since the beginning. Three times he had escaped the Imperium's clutches but now they had him cornered.

The Retinue soon came upon a large doorway. The massive arch held two massive iron doors. Both Tellius and Nessa pressed against each doorway, trying to push through, but the sheer weight was to much.

"Melta Charges." Kyras demanded.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss was already on it, pulling out the melta charges from a combat pouch underneath his trench coat. He placed the demolition discs at points where it should blow the doors from their hinges, pulling up his training as a grenedair for demo work on fortifications. He nodded at his work before taking steps back and use the denator.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 79 (79)

[Prosperan Son]

Everyone was already stepping a safe distance away from the primed doors when he pressed the detonator. The air around them heated instantly right before the bombs explosively discharged, blowing a massive hole through the doorway. The hole burned a bright red and molten iron dripped down. The first thing to hit them was the massive smell of blood, burnt metal and decay escaping through the hole and filling the air around them.

"Let us end this then." Kyras proclaimed, bending down a bit as he walked through the molten doorway, the rest of the retinue behind him. Upon entering the throne room, everything was a dark, the room lit only by the several small lumens spread through out the massive room in an octagonal pattern. The only true source of life, a bright orange and white, coming from the ceiling window. The fires of the city burning and moon rising shining upon the middle of the octagon.

The first sound you note is that of dripping, and upon a quick search, you notice eight small puddles around each corner of the pattern. Each of them, made from blood. *drip, drip, drip* looking up you can see eight bodies wrapped in banners, strung from the ceiling by hooks and barbs.

"The nobles...." Nessa finally spoke, her voice laced with disgust. Tellius growled in rage, while three of the storm troopers felt queasy, a side effect of the eye aching symbols and ruins carved into the nobles skin. "The coward must have tried to use them in some damn ritual before corrupting this world..." Kyra's guessed.

"I am not so reliant upon my gods, that I would need to make a ritual for their aid...."A voice spoke, technologically amplified by the vox caster within it's helmet, it came out as emotionless and dull. Everyone raised their weapons at the voice, searching for it through their sights.

Power armored footsteps were heard as the Chaos Lord revealed himself, walking out of the darkness from the opposite side of the pattern. The clanging of metal rattle of chains noisily announced his presence even further as he walked into the window light.

The Chaos lord's appearance was both expected and surprising at the same time. Clad in a crimson power armor so distorted that it's original design could never be guessed, it resembled something akin to a beetles carapace. A black silk robe was embroidered over certain sections of the armor, the hood pulled over his helm, the cloak concealing his power pack, the helms of several space marine chapters dangling from chains. From what could be identified, there were at least three chapters.Blood Angels, Dark Angels, and Space Wolves. The monster had slain each of them personally. At his waist three swords were strapped. Two medium sized blades on the left side, a single shorter blade on his right. His hooded helm was of a design that resembled a face that displayed only sorrow, a single tear drop mark coming from the underneath the left eye lens. Perhaps what was most shocking of all was his size. He was not of a great size, he was only a human, matching Nessa in size due to his power armor.

"Malbogia Garrus, by the divine right of the God-Emperor himself, you are accused of heresy against the Imperium of Man..."Kyras began , intending to recite each crime to remind this monster of what he had done.

"On what charges?"The Monster interrupted with a chuckle.

[Armoured Priest]

While the other stormtroopers maybe have been disturbed, the krieger only had disgust in his heart. He racked the pump of his shotgun. "All." he simply said, muffled by the gasmask, for the inqusitor. He fired his weapon at the chaos lord's helmet, the only place he believes he could penetrate from this angel.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 98 (98)

[Prosperan Son]

Malbogia's head is jarred back by the blast but nothing more. The force of the shotgun blast hadn't even pushed him back. He looked towards Krauss, the tear drip on his helmet now the start of a crack from the shell. He brought his hand to his right , unsheathing one of the swords. It was a double edged blade, the pommel and hilt designed in the form of a spider's body, the arachnid legs formed to make a guard for his hand.

"Come on then." He challenged, waiting for one of them to make their move, hoping all of them would at once. Telleus and one of the storm troopers, Anko, charged him at once. Telleus was armed with a storm shield in one hand and and a power sword in one hand while Anko drew his own chain sword, wielding it in both hands. They both roared at the top of their lungs, whilst Malbogia remained calm and held his ground. The others began to fan out in a circle around him.

Telleus was the first to strike, slamming downwards with his powersword with a strike that should have been unrivaled in strength. It wasn't. With one hand, Malbogia blocked the strike and held it there, both blades locked in a shower of sparks. Faster than even Telleus could see, he slammed his other hand palm flat against the Black Templar's Chest, sending him crashing back as if struck by a hammer.

Unnerved but determined, Anko swung at Malbogia with a flurry of two handed strikes, roaring his defiance at the top of his throat. Malbogia blocked four of the strikes as if it were child's play before sweeping his sword low, the blade slicing through Anko's power armor, tunic, and flesh, effectively disemboweling him. Before Anko could realize this though, Malboa pivoted his hand, fingers extended through his skull, shearing it in half.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss begun to simply just pump more and more slug rounds at the the heretic's helm as he strafed around and away from the whirling blade he had. If there was a crack from one round, then maybe he could hammer it to break it. Or at least distract him to give an opening for either Nessa or Kyras.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 87 (87)

[Prosperan Son]

Kyras and the other two storm troopers brought their weapons to bear as well, all three opening fire on the Chaos Lord, whilst giving Tellius a chance to recover. Kyras brought out his plasma pistol and let loose a barrage of searing bolts, whilst Lanford and the other storm trooper, Kerros, added shots of their own with their hotshot las-rifles.

The Chaos Lord bent down low, taking hold of Anko's dead body and raising it as a shield for the first few rounds. The body was ripped apart by shotgun shell, lasfire, and plasma bolt quickly, but it gave Malbogia the time he needed to make his move.

He surged forward, his every step difficult to follow and was amongst them in only four strides. In one smooth strike, Lanford was split right down the middle, both halves falling to either side. Before any of them could recover, Malbogia jabbed his free hand through Kerro's stomach, forcing him to shriek in pain and pulled his insides out before taking hold of him and hurling him at Krauss.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)

[Armoured Priest]

He was shocked by just how agile the traitor was in the power armor, having a hard time keeping his shotgun on the target. Even Nessa or Tellus could move like that. Krauss swears under his breath as he tries to dive to one side to avoid the body of his former comrade.

1d100 rolled for a total of 92 (92)

[Prosperan Son]

Having missed Krauss, the body of Kerro's slammed into the wall behind him with a loud *thud* Kerro's shrieking finally coming to an end as the bones in his body shattered.

Malbogia gave no one time to recover and moved towards Krauss. He was upon him in mere seconds and raised his power sword. All seemed to be done as he brought the blade down but the clash of metal against metal rung through Krauss's ears. Nessa was at his side, flamer mag-locked to her thigh she had drawn her blade her own power sword.

Wielding it in both hands, her arms were physically trembling, struggling to hold back the Chaos lord's strength.

"KRAUSS! MOVE NOW!" She finally spoke through gritted teeth, giving Krauss time to make his move.

[Armoured Priest]

Wasting no time, Krauss leaps back up with his shotgun in hand. He shoves the barrel of the gun into the space between the helm and the gorget to of the twisted armor, and fired on contact range into the heretic's throat.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 99 (99)

[Prosperan Son]

Malbogia staggered back from the point-blank blast, his helm and the armor around his neck cracking. He broke the struggle with Nessa, swinging his sword downwards as he did so. The monofillament blade, empowered by the energy field, sliced through the barrel of Krauss's shotgun, cutting in half.

Nessa,Kyras and Tellius were quick to take full advantage of this brief respite. What happened in the next few moments was something that Krauss, Kyras or Nessa would ever forget.

Malbogia unsheathed his second sword this one a power blade that he had claimed from the slain Dark Angel, the hilt forming a set of wings. Tellius and Nessa both strike from opposing angels, Nessa striking for his leg while the Templar swung at his neck. Malbogia blocked Nessa's blade with his stolen blade while at the same time bending back to avoid the sweep from Tellius. With one kick, he sent Nessa staggering back before propelling himself at Tellius. It was hard to keep track of his blades, it was even harder for Tellius to block. He deflected several slashes and swipes with his shield alone and parried two jabs aimed for his heart and head.

Kyras surged forward and swung at the Chaos Lord with his power fist, moving to shatter his spine. Hearing his charging footsteps, he spun to the side, causing Kyras to slam into Tellius sending them into a heap with Kyra's power fist shattering the Templar's storm shield.

Ignoring them both, he leaped at Nessa and jabbed at her with both blades at once. The Sister, having just recovered from the kick was only able to knock one of the blades to the side, unable to stop Malbogia from ramming the the spidery hilted power sword through her left shoulder. He continued to charge forward, Nessa pinned to his blade and slammed her against one of the walls, slamming his other hand, fist alone into her right shoulder three times. The first strike cracked the armor, the second broke it, the third nearly blew her arm off and the limb hung there uselessly, the shoulder and upper arm shattered, shards of bone sticking through the skin. He turned away, leaving her pinned to the wall by the blade alone, and moved to finish the remaining three.

[Armoured Priest]

Seeing the woman who just saved him now broken, Krauss experience one of the very few moments he felt anger. He dropped the two now useless hunks of metal that was once the shotgun from his hands and pulls out the long serrated combat knife and the hellgun pistol. He took aim with the hell pistol and opened fired, hoping to score hits on the weakend armor.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 82 (82)

[Prosperan Son]

Malbogia spun his sword in a full circle over and over again, deflecting several of the hotshot rounds as he walked towards the storm trooper, ignoring the other two warriors. Two rounds broke through the monster's defense, one round putting a sear on his chest, right over his heart, the other grazing the top right of his helmet, breaking off a piece of it to reveal tannish skin underneath.

Malbogia rushed forward and darted his free hand towards Krauss chest, the sharpened claws of his gauntlet as deadly as any blade, as demonstrated by what had happened to Anko earlier.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 44 (44)

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss tries to side step the darting hand, knowing it can easily disembowl him. As he moves, he also tries to jab the combat knife up and slamm it through the elbow joint of the extended arm, throwing what strength and wrath he could to the motion.

1d100 rolled for a total of 56 (56)

[Prosperan Son]

The blade slides clear into one of the elbow joints within the armor. It was a struggle to cut through the wire bundles but eventually it managed to dig into flesh. Malbogia only grunted in annoyed pain before backhanding Krauss, the force of the hit cracking his jaw and knocking a few teeth loose. Pulling his hand back, he clenched his fist and punched the storm trooper in the chest, the blow reminiscent to getting hit by a sledge hammer. There was a *crack* of ribs splintering and a burning pain surged through your chest as bone shards dug into your heart and lungs.

Sent sprawling across the floor, Krauss is the only one damaged just enough to be put out of the fight, but not enough to go into shock. Malbogia, wanted him to see what happened next.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss could barely breath, his breaths ragged inside his gasmask, let alone even move now. Even his vision blurred from the pain, his head still rattleing from the back hand. He desperatly tries to turn himself over on the granite floor, if only just to get his pistol out from under him. The heretic wasn't going get away with what he did. He aimed as best he could and fires what was left in the cells.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 63 (63)

[Prosperan Son]

Malbogia rushed towards Tellius, the Templar throwing aside the now useless storm shield and gripped his blade two handed. He raised the blade in the air and swung straight down the middle right as Malbogia came at him. The Chaos Lord darted to the right, avoiding the downwards arc strike, the hotshot lasrounds from Krauss striking Tellius two, three, even four times in his chest and waist.

Tellius was jerked back by the blast, giving Malbogia the opportunity to lunge his blade forward, the wing hilted power blade through his sternum. He didn't let up however and jabbed his palm against the pommel of the blade, digging it deeper and sent another jab into the Templar's Gorget, breaking the weakened area and crushing his trachea. Tellius fell to his knees, remaining in place by the bulk of his armor, motionless.

[Armoured Priest]

With what he just witness himself do to the templar, even if inadvertenly, and the click of a power cell in the hell pistol dry, his arm slupped. He could only lay and watch now, hoping to be have the Emperor's mercy when he goes and meet him and Colonel Jurten.