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"Baek, any readings on Nox's location?" Nosk voxed scanning the horizon.
"I am picking up an energy signature that corresponds with the appropriate coordinates." Baek replied.
"Let us make for that then." Nosk said, banking towards the location Baek indicated.
"I hope all is well, Sergeant." Othrim called from the cargo area. "I did not come on this venture to have you add me to the scenery."
"Understood, Lord." Nosk affirmed, as he fought against the craft's controls. "I believe the Iron Warriors may have all ready filled the quota of fallen soldiers." His remark was met with silence. "Brace for a rough landing. We are coming down in ten."
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Back in the main bay Othrim replaced the straps securing him to his seat. Carefully he affixed his helmet upon his master-crafted armor. The lenses cycled through their various spectrum until Othrim engaged preysight. In the red haze, he looked at each of his team, seeing their symbols and data register on the heads up display. D'ex, Priest, and Spuds were in their battle plate. The deformed Word Bearer left a foul taste in the Talon Lord's mouth. The Nurgle infested Night Lord was no better, perhaps worse, a Night Lord should know better than to succumb to the ruinous powers.
The ship bucked suddenly, and Othrim closed his eyes. He thought back to the great crusade when there were legions of troops at his disposal, now he commanded a broken ship with a shattered force of degenerates. It grated his nerves that Nox and Nosk were the truest Night Lords with him. He activated his vox.
"When we land, Baek and D'ex cover left. Priest and Spuds cover left. We will move by teams towards Nox's position. There we will join with the other Night Lords and make for the Nemian Plateau. Nosk head back to the Silent Shadow and ensure the Dark Angels have not blasted her out of the sky. Rendezvous with us at the Nemian Plateau in two hours. Is that understood?"
"Ave Dominus Nox." Came the nearly unanimous reply from the Night Lords. Priest merely snarled.
"We shall make the Dark Angels suffer as we did so long ago, but remember our strength is in fear. Strike where they are weak, and disappear when they are strong. They have the numbers, but we shall make them bleed." The others saluted sharply in response.
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There was a thunderous crash as the drop pod slammed into the hard earth. With a hiss the doors released and a single figure strode from the dispersing mist of pressurized air. Dern surveyed the shattered remains of Quarred IV. It was satisfying to see the destruction his legion could bring to bear. The pitiful Iron Warriors and their allies were proving no match for the might of the Dark Angels. It was a shame that Imperial lives had to be sacrificed, but they were serving a greater good, protecting the history of the proud chapter.
"Master Dern." A voice called, the fellow was clad in green ceramite, his helmet missing Dern noticed.
"What news Sergeant? Have you located the Fallen?" Dern asked, looking past the marine to the smoke and explosions in the distance.
"We have reports of a sighting, Lord. He is currently located twenty-nine kilometers from our present location. The Fallen is holed up with Night Lord forces, we have been unable to bring more weight to bear with the Iron Warrior forces working against us in the main city and around the primary space dock."
"Inconsequential." Dern spoke. "The Fallen is what matters. We can blast the Iron Warriors to atoms form orbit for all they matter. The Fallen must be destroyed. Recall forces and converge." So ordering Dern made his way to a nearby rhino. "Mount up, we are moving out."
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